"I don't know what you mean Charlie."

"Don't act like I don't know Tom, I see the way you look at my sister."

"Is it really that obvious?"

"For me, yes, though it appears my sister is entirely oblivious."

"Charlie, I really like her, but please don't tell her anything."

"Of course your secret is safe with me, but don't hesitate too long or someone else will snatch her up."

(Y/N)'s POV

You were confused why Zendaya had just dragged you to the bathroom for what felt like no reason. Regardless, you followed your best friend into the bathroom of the restaurant.

"Tom is so smitten with you, he couldn't keep his eyes off you," Zendaya spoke up.

"You're just imagining things he was looking at the both of us since we were talking. "

"No, that boy is smitten with you and it appears so are you."
"Noooo," you laugh, "Tom is just a friend. Plus even if I did feel that way about him, he's super famous, he's got so many more famous, pretty women he could be with."

"Okay, whatever you say (Y/N). Do you have any lipgloss I could use so it looks less suspicious."

"Yeah sure, here."

You began walking out from the restroom, Charlie and Tom looked like they had just finished some sort of conversation.

"What were you boys just talking about?"

"Tom here was telling me about how filming was going for Chaos Walking."

"How is that going?" Zendaya pondered.

"Really well, I'm slightly sad that I'll be wrapping soon, but at least it means I can go home to Tess and Mum."

You all finished your brunch, paid the bill, and proceeded to walk out of the restaurant. As the four of you made your way down the cobblestone streets of Old Montreal it seemed as if out of (k)nowhere *haha see what I did there* a swarm of paparazzi apparated. While of course they were seeming to avoid both you and Charlie, Zendaya and Tom were being harrassed by flashing cameras and inaccurate assumptions. You and Charlie intervened and were able to get the duo out of the messy situation by guiding the duo quickly into a cab. It seemed as if right on cue, everyone's phones light up with notifications saying things like, "Tom and Zendaya, on a Romantic Vacation in Montreal" and "Tom takes girlfriend Zendaya sightseeing." Charlie politely paid the cab as you all got into Tom's car before driving to his place.

*SNAPS FINGERS (jk it's just a time skip I'm not a monster or anything)*

You were sitting by a cracked window looking out to the beautiful view of Montreal, the leaves all varied in hue, ranging from honey to mulberry and every possible shade of orange in between. A shiver ran down your spine as you continued to gaze out crystal casement before the warmth of a blanket enveloped you.

"Here, let me close the window so you don't catch a cold. Can I get you a cuppa?"

"Oh, Tom, I didn't notice you. And yes, tea sounds lovely."

"I'll put on the kettle, It's beautiful isn't it."

"Yes, I mean the leaves in central park are changing color, but seeing it in a park is totally not the same as seeing it in your backyard. And don't even get me started on the lack of green spaces in New York."

"Well, I'm glad you like it here."

"Tom, can I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead."

"How do you not go insane from all the false media coverage?"

"I'm not even sure, it just makes me so angry that companies like E! News can't comprehend that people can simply just be friends, and that not every famous person is looking for another famous person to date, or anyone to date for that fact."

"Well kudos to you and Z for keeping your cool in public, I mean when I everyone thought I was dating the male lead during this ballet, I snapped on more than one occasion."

"It's genuinely frustrating. Tea's done, do you want milk, sugar, honey?"

"Black is fine."

"Oh, it's not everyday when you meet an American who appreciates black tea."

"I only like it sweet if it's iced and 95 degrees outside."

"We really need to spend more time together, because you're really great to be around."

"Thanks Tom. you too."