I shove my hand into my sweatshirt pocket and adjust the bag in my hand as I go up the elevator to the apartment Harry and Tom are staying in during filming. We got the day off due to the weather being a complete nightmare, so we decided to have a movie day and swap favorites. "Guys, open up, I brought junk food." I call as I knock on the door.

It swings open and Harry appears on the other side with a wide smile, "Have I told you that you're the best?"

"Yeah, but it wouldn't hurt for you to say it again." I tease him with a quick hug as we head inside and collapse on the couch. "So, where do we wanna start?"

"You'll see." He grins and opens up a bag of chips as the movie starts.

Two movies in, Tom and I can't stop arguing over which movie we think is better. Of course, it leads to us shouting at each other until he starts tickling me, while Harry just watches the situation unfold with amusement. "Say it."

"N-never." I stutter through the giggles as I try and fail to push his hands away, "You'll never make me say it."

"Because you know it's true." He says as he continues the torture, and I nearly fall off the couch trying to get away from it. Luckily, I manage to get a handful of popcorn and toss it in his face. "Oh, now it's on."

I scramble to my feet and dart behind the couch, "You'll never catch me." Harry laughs as I run through the apartment while he chases after me, and I manage to do pretty well. Until I slip on the hardwood floor and fall straight on my butt.

Tom quickly follows and nearly lands on top of me, but he recovers quicker than I can and continues to tickle me. "C'mon, admit it."

"N-never." I manage to wheeze, "Goonies is so much better."

"It's pointless. I've already tried." Harry calls, and I look up at Tom with a childish grin.

"You're lucky you're cute, L/N." He tells me with a mock glare, and I feel my chest get a little bit tighter at the phrase.

"I'm cute?" I question, which make Tom's cheeks turn a bright shade of pink. "Hey, you're the one that said it."

"Oh, just date already." Harry calls from his spot on the couch. I can't look Tom in the eye as we both stand up and pretend nothing happened. Of course, Harry can't have that. "Seriously? You're not even gonna acknowledge what just happened?"

I tug my sleeves over my fingers and attempt to bury myself in the fabric. "Can we just start the movie back up?" Harry nods and resumes the movie, but as it continues, the two of them whispers to each other long after it finishes.

"Hey, Y/N? You're a writer, right?" Harry asks out of the blue. "I mean, you like writing scripts and want to do that as part of your career?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Well," Harry continues with a quick glance at Tom before he continues, "We have a project we'd like you to help us with. I actually have a powerpoint with all the reasons you should join the project."

The prospect makes me instantly perk up in my seat, "Really? Of course. What's the project?" Harry and Tom both smile widely as we spend the next hour and half talking about every little detail about it, which only makes me more excited. "Oh my gosh, this sounds amazing. Are you sure you want me to help?"

"I'm getting the powerpoint!" Harry shouts as he launches himself from the couch.

"Are you kidding? You're great." Tom tells me with a soft, encouraging smile.

"Okay, I'll do it," I smile, and Harry's face falls as he hears the comment.

"Dang it, you already convinced her. There is one condition though." Harry looks up at me grinning like a villain. "If we're going to do this, something has to be done about you two. So, you two have to go on at least one date."

"I—I—what?" I stutter with wide eyes, but Harry just shrugs and dismisses himself with a reassurance that it's non-negotiable. "What do you think?"

"I think—and I don't usually say this—Harry's right. We should go on a date." Tom sighs and finally meets my eye, "I like you, Y/N. I like you a lot; I have pretty much since we first met."

My cheeks heat up and palms get all clammy as I muster the courage to speak up. "So, I guess we're going on a date then?"

"Wait, really?" He questions with a wide grin, and I nod.

"FINALLY!" Harry shouts from the other room, which makes Tom and I both laugh.

Tom hand finds mine as we take in the fact that this is real. We're going to be working on a script together. We're going on a date. He likes me back.

I almost have to pinch myself to be sure, but one look in Tom's eyes and I know for sure it's real.

...

I walk around set with an extra bounce in my step. Because today—today is a great day for a lot of reasons. First, everything went smoothly. Second, I got a minor promotion in my job title and pay, which had been in the works for a few months now. Third, today is my date with Tom.

My palms are all clammy as I change out of my work clothes for the day. Everyone gives me an odd look as I walk by. Most of them are probably just shocked to see me in something other than a pair of jeans for once.

"Wow. You're all fancy for your date." Harry smiles as I come up to him. "You excited?"

"More nervous than anything, if I'm being honest." My fingers twist at the edges of my jacket as I meet Harry's eye. "I—uh—actually haven't been on a date in a while."

"Plus, you really like my brother." He adds, and I offer him a half-hearted glare. "Don't worry. He's just as nervous."

As if on cue, a chorus of cheers and wolf-whistles erupt. Harry and I turn around to see Mackie and Sebastian approaching us with a smile. "Dang, where are you doing all dolled up?" Seb asks with a wide grin.

"I have a date." I tell him with the same excited smile.

Mackie and Sebastian exchange a look, "Wait, with who?"

Tom approaches us with an oblivious grin. "Hey, you ready?"

"Wait," Anthony points between the two of us, "You're going out with him?"

I nod, and the pair just shake their heads. Sebastian wraps an arm around my shoulder protectively, since he's like a brother to me after knowing each other so long. "Where are you taking her, Holland? Chuck E' Cheese?" He turns to me and whispers, "Just so you know, he's probably gonna order apple juice."

"The boy needs his juice. He gets cranky without it." Anthony tells me, and I can't help the small laugh as I push away from Sebastian.

"C'mon, guys. Can't you give him a break? For me?" I give them the trademark doll eyes and pout, which always works for me. They both sigh and nod in agreement. "Good. Now, if you'll excuse us, we have a date to get to."

Tom stares at me with a strange look in his eyes as I take his arm. We walk through set and to his car in a comfortable silence. "So, I was thinking we could go to a movie and see what we want to do from there?"

"Sounds great to me."

I can't help but sneak glances over at Tom as he drives us to the movie theater. Mostly to keep reminding myself that this is really happening. Tom and I are on a date. This is truly real.

And maybe I'm crazy, but I swear I keep catching Tom looking at me too. Especially as we watch the movie. It makes a blush creep up my cheeks each time I catch him, and I swear my heart almost explodes when he does the 'oh-so-casual-yawn-stretch' and puts his arm around my shoulder. Of course, I play into it and lean against him for the rest of the film.

I can't stop the smile that breaks across my lips as we leave and Tom's hand slips into mine. "Okay, so that movie was amazing. If I'm being honest, I think that was my favorite adaption ever. I love how they made it feel like an old movie and kept it so modern." I continue to gush about the movie, completely unaware of my rambling or the look that Tom is giving me.

It takes me a few minutes to finally realize it . "I'm sorry. Sometimes, I get so caught up I forget I'm being rude."

"No," Tom tells me and squeezes my hand, "I think it's kind of cute. It's also great that you're so passionate about this stuff."

The comment makes a blush tinge my cheeks. "Thanks, but I think you'd be the first to ever call my nerd ramblings 'cute.' Most people just nod their heads and wait until I finished."

"Well, I—" Tom starts to say, but I lose track of what he's saying as the street lamps cast the light just right across his face. It paints a golden light across his features in a way that reminds me of a painting I would imagine the Louvre. I quickly take a picture before the lighting changes. "Wait, did you just take my picture?"

I offer him a sheepish smile. "Yeah? The lighting was just perfect, and I knew it would be the perfect shot. I'll delete it if you want me to, but my photographer heart took over."

Tom just smiles as I show him the photo, which turns into a devilish grin as he holds it up to take my picture. "You know, we could do a photoshoot."

"No," I put my hands over my face, but Tom just tugs them down with one hand and takes my picture with the other. "Seriously?"

"Yes, because you look gorgeous. Plus, I want to remember this." He says it so softly it makes my heart melt and any resistance I had.

"Fine, let's do a photoshoot." I laugh and strike a pose. Tom and I spend the next few hours wandering around, joking, and taking pictures of each other before we start to head back to his car. "You know, I had a lot of fun tonight."

"Me too. Even if Seb and Mackie will both tease me relentlessly for it, I think it was worth it." He replies, and I take his hand with a grin.

"Don't mind them. They're just protective. We've been working together since I first started working for Marvel. Sebastian was actually there on my first day. I had to get him from hair and makeup to set, but I was shaking in terror that I'd mess it up somehow. He noticed and made a point to say 'hi' and talk to me every time he saw me on set." I tell Tom, "Then Mackie joined the crew, and now, they're like the big brothers I never had. So, if they're hard on you, it's just cause they care."

"How come I never met you until now then? I mean, now that I think about it, I did see them talking to you a lot. It's weird how we didn't meet until now." Tom says with that cute, confused look on his face. "I wonder what would have happened if we had met sooner."

"We probably wouldn't be on a date. So, I don't mind." I tell him, "This way, I got to meet and become friends with Harry, who pushed us to go out together. If you ask me, I think it worked our perfectly."

"Not quite," Tom chimes, and I wait for him to finish as he stops and steps closer to me. "There's one more thing before it will be perfect."

I tilt my head to side and bite my lip since I have a suspicion of what he's thinking. Still, I ask anyway, "And what would that be?"

Tom brushes a lock of hair from my eyes and leans closer as he whispers, "This." He closes the distance and our lips meet in a head-spinningly perfect kiss.

We part, and I smile up at Tom. "Yeah, that definitely made it perfect."