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(29) Long Nights, Hidden Thoughts 2 - Tom Holland

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"Why can't they just come on out and say how they feel? That way they wouldn't waste so much time." Harrison complains.

"Then we wouldn't have a movie." You reply watching Darcy stare at Elizabeth Bennett for the millionth time. Harrison happened to pick the movie and now he's complaining about it, even though he does have a point. If he wasn't so proud, or her so prejudice, they would have ended up together a long time ago.

"Well then I wouldn't be constantly confused about what they are saying." Harrison bolts out.

"What happened to your rule about not talking during movies?" Tom interjects.

Harrison turns and makes a face at Tom before directing his attention back to the screen. Tom's right, Harrison barged in during our movie night with Zendaya and went over the rules. We aren't allowed to talk, if we make popcorn we have to make enough for everyone, and we can't fall asleep.

Though you couldn't fall asleep if you tried, since taking your seat you have become very aware of Tom's place next to you. You're listening to his breathing and catching every little movement he makes from the corner of your eye. You can't help but wonder if he is really watching the movie or is watching you too.

You move a little, situating yourself a tad closer to Tom. If he noticed he doesn't give any indication by providing a response to your movements. Laying your hand in a way that would be easily assessable to him without other members in the room seeing, you wait to see what he does.

Almost immediately you feel his pinky lightly move across yours. Keeping yourself outwardly calm, betraying the fact your heartbeat rages in your chest like a river, you keep your head facing toward the screen. Your pinky bumps his, testing to see if it was an accident and if not some encouragement for more.

Time passes and you start to think that all of this was accidental. You're mentally beating yourself up for thinking about how any of those little moments meant anything. You and Tom are just friends, co-workers. He probably has feelings for Zendaya, the whole world has wanted them together since the first movie. Honestly they would be a really cute couple.

His pinky suddenly curls around yours that ignites a spark and floods to the rest of your body making you feel like you're going to explode from your skin. Suppressing a smile you cautiously turn your head to peer over at Tom. You find him with an expressionless stone face that remains tuned in to the movie.

Trying to regain focus on the screen in front of you, you watch the last few minutes where Elizabeth and Darcy are walking toward each other in the field. As the credits start rolling Harrison yawns as he stretches his arms above his head.

"Well kids I'm going to bed." He makes his way over to his room and winks at us. "Goodnight."

Once the door closes with Harrison on the other side Tom decides to get up as well. He wanders to the other side of the room where they keep their collection of blankets. There he grabs two fuzzy ginormous covers and comes back over standing right in front of you. Tom wraps one around your shoulders.

"Tom?" He places the extra blanket across your legs. "You going to bed too?"

"I was planning on it." He takes a seat on the table behind him. "Why?"

"No reason." The room feels awkwardly thick. You feel as though anything you say or do will be wrong. Instead of saying another word you lay across the couch and use one of the decorative pillows to prop your head. Timid to meet Tom's gaze but you do anyway and you find it right on you engulfing your soul. You don't know much time has passed before you found yourself watching Tom make his way into his room. Before closing his door he gives you an awkward wave and leaves you in the dark living room.