Charlie walked with you to the front of the house were the two of you met up with Zendaya before making your way back to your apartment. It was a brisk October evening, the wind hitting the back of your neck sending a spiral of shivers down your spine. Your muscles were sore and your hair was plastered flat with hairspray. Upon arriving back at your apartment, you put on a pot of coffee while everyone piled into your living area.

"How's Connecticut?" Zendaya asked.

"Beautiful, London and I are considering making it our permanent home. Several of the hospitals up there have offered him fellowships and I've been offered full time positions after I complete my doctorate."

"Wow," you replied," that's fantastic. How is London by the way, I miss talking to him."

"He's wonderful. I honestly don't understand how I got so lucky to end up with a man like him," Charlie said with the biggest smile on his face, "Anyway, enough about me, are there any special people in you ladies lives?"

"Well the media is convinced I'm dating my male best friend when I clearly know that he is into someone else," Zendaya stated.

"Well do you care for him?"

"Only the way a sister loves a brother. Plus like I said he's completely smitten with another girl, but I'm not sure he even realizes he is."

"Who's the boy?"

"Tom Holland," you a Zendaya respond simultaneously.

"Oh sister dear, you say that like you know the man, tell me is he cute?"

"Zendaya introduced me to him back in July when she was visiting New York for her movie premiere."

"Did I mention that (Y/N) and Tom really hit it off?"

"NO WAY."

"Yes, they were inseparable when she spent those two weeks in LA with me."

"(Y/N)!"

"Look, we just had a good friendship, I haven't spoken to him since August. Anyway, he's busy filming in Montreal."

"(Y/N), you can't just act like he doesn't exist. You need to call that boy, he's cute, probably single, and judging by what Z has said here, straight. Call him and see if he's busy. Montreal isn't far away at all, if he's free maybe we can fly up and visit him for the weekend."

"I don't know..."

"He's free this weekend, and says the weather in Montreal is absolutely beautiful, cold, but beautiful," Zenday interrupted.

"Z, really"

"Yes (Y/N)."

"Well ladies, pack your bags, we're catching the first flight to Montreal in the morning."

Tom's POV

I was excited to hear that Zendaya was coming up to visit tomorrow. While spending time with my brother and Harrison had been great, I missed hanging out with other friends. I got into my car and drove to the airport to meet Zendaya texting her where I would be parked so she could just go straight to the car to prevent possible paparazzi.

Twenty minutes had passed before I saw Zendaya but she was with two others who I initially did not recognize. Neither one looked like Darnell and they were definitely not her agent or publicist. The man was tall, his hair matched the color of the girl beside him and he wore a pair of grey glasses. Both wore warm jackets with sweaters underneath and had small carry on bags. As they got closer I began to recognize the girl, it was (Y/N). I wasn't sure why but now I couldn't stop smiling, and judging by the resemblance the boy must have been her older brother.

"Tom," Zendaya shouted.

"Hey Zendaya, I see you brought along a couple of stowaways. (Y/N)."

"Hi Tom," she said a small blush creeping across her cheeks, "this is my older brother Charlie." 

"Hello I'm Charles, but everyone here calls me Charlie, you must be the Thomas Holland I have heard so much about in the past 24 hours," I shook his hand looking over at Zendaya who just a a smug shrug.

"So, what do you three want to do today in Montreal," I inquire as I stare quietly at (Y/N) who is just awestruck to be here.

"Umm well I don't know about you," Charlie began, "but I am starving and could really go for some food right now. You know of any good creperies?"

"Of course there's one right in the historic downtown that is delicious."

"Well then let's get in the car and head over!" Zendaya exclaimed. 

As the four of us walk downtown I hear whispers of people down the street, most in French that I barely understand and a few in English. The air was cool but the breeze was rather biting causing her to button her denim jacket over her marigold yellow pullover and she pulled her hat further down to cover her ears. We continued to walk until the quaint creperie came into view. We entered and being slightly late for breakfast were seated almost immediately.

"Bonjour," the waitress said.

"Good morning," Charlie, Zendaya, and I said simultaneously.

"Bonjour," (Y/N) replied bringing a smile to the young woman's face.

"Bonjour, je m'appelle, pardon, good morning, my name is Margaux, can I start you with any drinks?

"Tea please."

"Water."

"Tea."

"Une tasse de café s'il vous plaît."

"Oui, I will be back shortly to take your order."

"(Y/N), I didn't know you spoke French," I stated.

"Well, for starters this girl speaks like 6 languages."

"Dang it now you got 'I Speak Six Languages' from The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee stuck in my head. And I don't speak 6 languages," (Y/N) rebuked.

"Oh please come on," Zendaya sighed.

"I only speak, English, Spanish, French, and Mandarin fluently."

"I'm 90% sure you speak German too, (Y/N)."

"Really?" I chime in.

"I only speak conversational German and in that case I speak a little Romanian and Italian too."

"Ha! So you do speak six languages. Pay up sis."

"Charlie, I don't owe you anything, besides we never actually made a bet."

"Je m'en fiche."

"CHARLES CARTER (Y/L/N)!!!"

"Yes sister dear?" (Y/N) then proceeded to flip her older brother off earning a tongue sticking out from Charlie before the waitress intervened.

"Are you ready to order?"

"Oui." We all said in sync.

"You ma'am," she said looking at Zendaya.

"Il have the strawberry crepes please."

"For you mademoiselle?"

"Une crêpe trois fromages s'il vous plaît." I could listen to hear speak in French for hours. 

After Charlie and I ordered our food we began to converse again but I genuinely don't remember a single word of if as I just kept looking at how (Y/N)'s mustard yellow sweater complimented her skin tone so beautifully. The way her smile widens every time someone asks her a question or complements her French is just magnetic. After it feels like I've been staring forever, Charlie catches on and shoots a little glare at me. Their sister brother relationship is rather adorable since they share a lot in common and are highly supportive of each other. Only moments later the food arrives and conversation begins to die down as everyone begins to eat. 

Charlie's POV

I kept noticing Tom's not so subtle glances at my younger sister and I was curious. I knew my sister had a crush on the guy, and while he's no Scott Evans, he's not unattractive. I just kept noticing how he would smile when she spoke and blush slightly whenever my sister looked at him or said his name. To me it's obvious that he's smitten with her, but I needed to know for myself. I shoot Zendaya our signal and she begins to work our plan.

"I'll be right back, just need to take a quick trip to the restroom. (Y/N) you coming?"

"I guess, we'll be right back boys," my sister responds. The girls leave, leaving Tom and I to talk.

"So how long have you been crushing on my sister?"

A/N: Good news everyone, I am officially on summer break so I should be able to both write more and update more often. I will warn though that it still may not be weekly as I am taking two summer classes to make my fall semester easier when I'm dying in Organic Chemistry and Physical Chemistry, but I'm hoping to declare my Chemistry major and Theater minor in August so that's exciting. And to any readers about to begin exams, best of luck to you.