Collette Bright (preferably known as Cole) is a trained sports therapist but hasn't enjoyed her job at all, so...she quit. But on a frantic hunt for a new job, she comes across an opening for Tom Holland's new assistant. She applies and gets it. Now...
We got back to the hotel after jet-skiing to get ready for our night out. We only had a week left in Barcelona and wanted to make the most of it. We had already gotten onto the list for one of the biggest clubs in the city and even though this is a pretty normal thing for Tom, I was extremely excited about the whole thing. The only thing Tom was really excited about was my outfit - which was perfect.
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Tom was downstairs waiting for me and soon enough I heard the twins coming in. I did pretty natural makeup but added some lashes and a lip-gloss and my hair was just straightened. I slipped on some strappy heels, grabbed my clutch and checked myself in the mirror one last time before heading downstairs.
"Hey guys!" I greeted them cheerfully as I hit the last step.
"Hey, Cole. Ready to go?" Harry asked.
"Definitely." I smiled.
Tom sat up from the couch and walked behind us into the lift. The doors closed and I looked at Tom next to me. He was wearing his standard clubbing outfit - dark jeans, a black tee and bomber jacket over the top. His hair was messily styled on his head and he was freshly shaved and smelling amazing.
"You look great, babe." I smiled, wrapping an arm around his and squeezing his bicep comfortably.
"Thank you. So do you." He smiled.
He gave me a quick kiss before the doors opened into the lobby and we walked out, getting closer to the screaming fans and paparazzi outside.
"You okay?" He asked protectively.
"I'm fine." I smiled.
The doors opened and we walked out, the humid air greeting us with a gust of wind and the sudden flashes of cameras blinding us. I covered my face with my clutch and gripped Tom's arm tighter, probably permanently indenting his skin. He managed to keep his composure as always and smile weakly and wave to the fans before holding my hand as I got in the car and he followed suit, the door shutting almost immediately.
"Hey, we're getting pretty good at that." I giggled.
He chuckled, "Yeah, we are. Also be prepared for the mounds of photos that are going to be out tonight or tomorrow."
"It'll be fine." I smiled.
He leaned closer and kissed my forehead cutely before the driver set off and we were on our way.
***
"Ay, can we get like..." Fraser - one of the youngest crew members spoke to the bartender. He paused and tried to count how many of us were there but just gave up. "Like 20 shots of vodka please?" He asked the bartender.
Fraser was 22. The youngest crew member in the production and the son of one of the producers. He was funny and extremely confident and outgoing and...definitely got the job just because of his father but he was a part of the family no matter what.
