The New Girl

1.

My phone's ringtone pierced through my ears as a call came in from beside me. I groaned, reaching over to my bedside table and blindly attempting to grab my phone. Instead of picking it up, I swiped it off and onto the ground. I cursed in frustration and hung of the side of my bed, looking for the glow of my phone. Finally, I manage to find it and pick it up just in time.

"Hello?" I sigh into the phone as I sit back on my bed. I don't even know what time it is.

"Miss Bright?" A woman spoke through the phone softly.

"Yes? Who's speaking?"

"This is Tom Holland's publicist, I was told to contact you to inform you that you got the job of his assistant!" She spoke excitedly into the phone.

I sharply sat up in my bed and switched my light on next to me.

"I- I got the job?" I repeated quietly, in shock of what she just said.

"Yes! Well done, sweetie. You will need to come to Berlin right away, though I will let you know about that tomorrow."

"Will I need to buy a plane ticket or-"

"Oh no, hunny! Don't be silly, we'll get you a private plane to come over in! If you are planning on taking a significant other or a friend or even a pet, please let me know so I can sort it all out." She explained kindly.

"Great, I'll let you know tomorrow. Thank you so much!" I beamed through the phone.

"No problem. I'll call you around midday tomorrow - your time - and let you know the details, alright?"

"Perfect."

"Good stuff, I'll talk to you tomorrow!"

"Bye, thank you!"

Three beeps ended the call and I finally saw the time: 04:34am.

I was going to work for Tom Holland.
I'm getting a private plane.
I'm moving.

Holy shit.

***

"Wait what?! You're working for Tom fucking Holland now?" Oona asked, dumbfounded.

I nodded, bringing my phone and breakfast over to our table and sat down opposite her. She was dressed for her fancy fashion job and was scrolling through her phone to kill time.

"I can't believe this. Why didn't you tell me you applied?" She questioned, sitting her phone down and looking at me with her enchanting green eyes.

Oona was the type of girl you wanted to be. Long blonde hair, big green eyes, perfect skin, amazing fashion sense, a great body, an extremely attractive boyfriend, a cool job and money. She had it all. Why she still lives with me is beyond me. I couldn't even tell you how we became friends. It just...happened. But since whenever that was, I've always been the ugly one. I'm not actually ugly...I just look ugly next to her.

"I didn't think I was going to get it! It just sort of happened." I shrugged.

"I can't believe you're moving out." She pouted her plump, pink lips.

I rolled my eyes, "It means your boyfriend can come over and you can make as much noise as you like."

She scoffed a laugh and kicked me under the table.

"What! I still don't know why you aren't living with him yet." I giggled.

She sighed, "I don't know."

"Well he's hot and he treats you good. Unlike other." I widened my eyes.

"Shut up, you haven't even been in a relationship, Cole." She retorted, standing up and clicking in her heels to grab her bag.

"Wow, I've never heard that one before!" I laughed.

She shook her head with a smile, "I hate you." She said before striding to the door of our apartment.

"Bye!" I called.

"Bye!" She shouted back before closing the door.

I went onto my phone and began scrolling though on instagram. A post by Tom came up.

tomholland2013: {shirtless photo}
Workin' hard or hardly workin'?

Oh wow.
I signed for this job 2 months ago and forgot how gorgeous he was. Oh man. I liked the picture and skimmed through the comments. Jake Gyllenhaal, Zendaya and his brother had all commented. I forget how famous he actually is. I mean he's a year older than me and he has nearly 40 million followers and is extremely successful. I continued with my scrolling through insta and tried to forget that shirtless photo that was probably now engrained in my head.

He's my new boss.
My boss.
Shirtless.
I find my new boss hot.
Shirtless.

I couldn't stop thinking about it. I went back onto the photo and admired it.
This is creepy, stop Cole.
But I couldn't stop. He had gotten so much fitter for his new movie Uncharted and he looked amazing. He was my new boss...

I slowly started to zoom up on a certain area but the notification I got stopped me in my tracks.

tomholland2013 started following you.

What the fuck...
Does he know who I am? He must if he hired me. But he didn't really hire me, his team did. Oh god does he know I was stalking him?
A million thoughts ran through my head in a matter of seconds before they were cleared by more notifications.

tomholland2013 liked your post.
tomholland2013 liked your post.

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit! This can't be happening...

tomholland2013 wants to send you a message.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

I gulped and went to my DM requests. I slowly clicked on his and it popped up on my screen.

Hey, you're my new assistant aren't you? If not then I've just made a fool of myself 😅