My boy

Three words

Harrison sat in the living room of Tom's apartment with Jacob, Zendaya and Laura as we did the cast's weekly movie marathon night. Tom and I stood behind them in the kitchen, preparing the snacks for the hours ahead.

"What you got there?" Tom asked, coming up behind me and placing his hands on my waist, as well as his chin on my shoulder. I gulped, a blush creeping onto my cheeks as I tried to ignore the butterflies in my stomach.

"U-um, this is the salted popcorn, I added a little bit of melted butter because I know that the Americans are weird and so like that." I chuckled nervously. Tom's eyebrows furrowed as he moved to stand next to me, one hand moving to my lower back as he looked at me.

"You okay, darling? You look a little...flushed." He spoke, a hint of concern in his eyes.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine, just, um...hot." I nodded.

"Yes, you are." Tom mumbled under his breath as he moved away to grab another bowl. I couldn't help but bite my lip and smile at the comment that he clearly hadn't intended on me hearing.

"Hey." Tom spoke as he appeared next to me again. I gulped as he gently hooked his index finger under my chin and lifted my face to look at him, his spare hand on my waist being used to pull me into his body.

"You know that you can tell me anything, right?" he asked, our faces so close that I could feel his breath fanning across my face.

"Course, Tom. Seriously, I-I'm fine. Mainly just sad that it's mine and Haz's last night here." I sighed. Tom returned it and nodded, briefly and subtly looking at my lips. But I still noticed.

"I know, sweetheart. But I'm coming home in a couple of months, I'll be back before you know it." He smiled, reassuring me. I couldn't help but return it, the stunning man's mood infectious, especially because of the way that he was holding me.

"Guys, is the-woah, what have I walked in on?" Tom and I both looked at the gap in the counters to see Zendaya leaning against them, smirking her ass off.

"What do you mean?" Tom chuckled as he grabbed the bowl full of crisps and started to walk towards her, making me sigh quietly.

"Don't act innocent, Holland, I saw the way that you were holding her." Zendaya nodded, making Tom chuckle and shake his head, popping a crisp into his mouth as he left the kitchen and headed towards the sofas. Zendaya looked back at me and smirked, a sigh leaving my lips as I grabbed the popcorn bowl and walked towards her.

"So, exactly how close were you to kissing him?" she teased quietly.

"It's not like that, Z." I lied.

"Sure it isn't, girl." She smirked, making me roll my eyes playfully as she swung her arm over my shoulder and led us back into the living room.

"Alright, we have sour cream and chive crisps for the normal British people who actually have taste buds, and then we have salted and buttered popcorn for the weird Americans who just lather everything in butter." Tom chuckled, making Jacob, Zendaya and Laura whine in protest as Harrison and I laughed.

"Yeah, well, at least we don't pronounce croissant as quackson." Jacob teased back, Tom smiling and shaking his head as we put the snack bowls down on the coffee table and Zendaya and Tom sat on the sofa.

"Actually, no, I have to defend Tom on this, he says croissant how every other British person says it." I nodded, instinctively taking a seat on Tom's lap and letting his arm curl around my waist whilst the other hand rested on my thigh, Tessa settling at the base of the sofa where Tom and I were sat.

"Oh my god! You say quackson too!" Laura exclaimed, making us all laugh.

"That's because that's how you say it!" Harrison retaliated, all of us laughing more.