It had been about four days since you left LA and slowly re-acclimated back to your jam packed summer. You luckily no longer had to worry about passing exams or making sure all of your homework was done and could now focus on choreographing you audition solo for the fall ballet along with helping out at the studio. Sure the days weren't nearly as exciting as they had been while on vacation, but you loved to dance and you loved sharing that passion with your students. Turning the corner you saw the sign for the studio and headed right in walking slowly up the stairs while humming a tune. You passed dozens of smiling faces and loving embraces from the younger kids as you made your way to your room where you set up for the three hour pointe class you were teaching. Around fifteen minutes before class started you turned on some light classical music, opened the door so students could come in and stretch, and went to the back room to change and refill your water bottle.

Tom's POV

I had been going crazy these past three days. I still had time before going back on the press tour and then up to Canada for Chaos Walking filming, but things haven't been nearly as fun. Harry, Mum, and Paddy left to go work on Harry's project, Zendaya is out filming her disney show, and while I love spending time with Haz and Jacob, it hasn't been the same without (Y/N). I dropped Haz off yesterday for his flight back home since his sister was missing him big time, and Jacob went home to visit his family, so here I am stuck in LA by myself. A minute or two passes and then I make a sort of irrational decision, I am going to fly out to New York to see (Y/N) before taking a connecting flight to Montreal.

    Landing in JFK was an experience, I made it my mission to not let it leak anywhere that I was flying there, and for the first time I had ever been to this airport after being in movies no one was cued up with posters that said things like "I ♡ Tom Holland" or "Will you be my date to Homecoming?" As I walked out I hailed a cab and began the long ride to West Manhattan.

    After tipping the cabbie generously I stepped out of the car and looked up, and there was the sign that read Spotlight Studio, I smiled to myself and walked in.

(Y/N)'s POV

    As you came back in you noticed your usual students all sprawled out on the floor stretching and warming their muscles up, you walked over to the mirror and began to pull your hair into a bun while asking the students to stand near a barre.

    "Sorry, am I late?" you heard a male voice ask.

    "Tardiness is frowned upon here, please find your place at the barre and stay an extra five minutes after class," you responded without merely looking up from your lesson plans for the day.

You walked over to the stereo and put on your Ballet and Barre playlist and then proceeded to walk over to your place at the barre at the front of the room. Looking up you noticed that the late straggler was none other than Tom, and by the looks on many of the students in the room, they too had picked up on this fact. Finding some composure you began to lead the class in plies and port de bras. Walking around the room you smiled to yourself and proceeded to approach Tom, draped in black from head to toe he looked the part of a ballet dancer, but his form was a little lackluster.

    You placed your hand on Tom's back and the other on his shoulder as to straighten his back. This caused him to stiffen, the expression on his face changing.

    "You're not pointing your toes enough, and you're moving your arm too much."

    "Oh please, like it's physically possible for me to point any more."

    "Keep up that attitude Thomas and you'll get even more time after class to have to stay. And that cuts into my personal rehearsal time, so please stop talking back, suck in that gut of yours and point your damn feet."

    "Yes ma'am," Tom mocked giving a salute, you responded by a vary subtle flash of your middle finger.

"Okay, everyone, barres away, we are going to work on leaps and turns, any ladies who have not put on their pointe shoes yet, please do so."

The students sashayed to the center of the room ready for instruction, you demonstrated a sissone double and a sisson double over as the warm up into leaps landing in arabesque. To say that your students weren't exhausted at this point would be an understatement. You could see that the extensions weren't as long, feet weren't as pointed, and spotting was simply becoming sloppy.

"Okay everyone, you are dismissed, I will see you all bright and early tomorrow for conditioning." A collective groan escaped from the room.

"And as for you sir," you said pointing at Tom, "you owe me five minutes."

Tom's POV

As (Y/N) guided all of the kids out of the room she closed the door behind her. Then picking up a rag and spray bottle she tossed them to me.

"You didn't think I'd just make you sit still for five minutes did you?"

"I honestly thought you were just joking about the making me stay for five minutes," I said smirking.

She began rehearsing her own piece, every move more graceful than the last and her strength never faltering as she balanced so daintily on the tips of her toes. To say that (Y/N) was beautiful was a lie. Her physical appearance was captivating, her stunning (y/h/c) neatly tied into a bun, her radiant smile, and her glittering (y/e/c) eyes. Her personality was something to marvel at, humility oozed from her, intelligence and wit seeping from the depths of her, and kindness beaming off of her. She was in fact one of those rare human beings who was just an all around beautiful person, it was as if no ounce of ugly dwelled in her.

"Are you just gonna keep staring or are you actually going to do work?"

"Sorry," I replied quickly turning away to hide the heat in my cheeks.

"Well if you're not going to help clean than make yourself useful and help me with a move I'm thinking of using in my intermediate pointe class."

    "I'll gladly help with that."

    She began to show me what I needed to do and explaining to me with the music every beat I needed to hit. Finally she decided to practice the move with me. We rehearsed the sequence about seven times before finally hearing a quiet snap.

    "Shit," (Y/N) mumbled, "well these pointe shoes just died."

    I had a firm grip on her so she wouldn't lose her balance as she slipped her shoes off. Putting her socks on she walked back over to her spot to rehearse again. It started simple, three partnering double pirouettes, five single fouettes, four double fouettes, and two triple fouettes before beginning the next sequence. The music swelling (Y/N) went for the leap landing gracefully in my arms her outside leg extended and arm up. Slowly bringing her down our lips grazed and taking full advantage I pulled her back up to kiss her. Deepening the kiss I lowered her finally down to ground completely before finally breaking the kiss.

    "Thank you Tom."

    "Hey what can I say, you're a fantastic partner."

    "I hope the students will like my pas de deux workshop, it's important if they want to study with any companies."

    "Hey do you want to get some food?"

    "I know the perfect place to get pizza, it's down the block from my place."

    The two of us walked to the pizza parlor and picked up a few pies before walking back to (Y/N)'s apartment.

(Y/N)'s POV

    You walked into the apartment sitting the pizza's on the kitchen countertop. Walking over to the refrigerator you got out some fruit water you had and poured two glasses. Tom took off his hoodie and turned on netflix to find a movie or tv show to watch. Bringing over the pizza and water you sat on the sofa next to Tom while watching Bridget Jones' Diary laughing. Soon the pizza's were finished along with the movie and Tom had to go.

    "I have to head home for a few days before flying out to Canada for my next project."

    "Wow, everybody wants to work with the world famous Spider-boy."

    "Actually it's Spider-man," Tom says leaning in to kiss you, "but thank you for the ballet lesson today."

    "Thank you for the pizza."

    "Bye (Y/N)."

    "Goodbye Thomas."