𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚊
(𝚗) 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎

harryholland64, hazosterfield, scarjo, and 32.9k others
tomholland2013  we just hAD to take her to a pub before she left
tagged: lilahangelo, hazosterfield

scarjo did you though???

lilahangelo  THOMAS DELETE THAT PHOTO

username1  sHe'S uNdEraGeD gUyS just kidding idgaf lmao

lilahangelo  you guyyssss
↳hazosterfield  whatttt
↳lilahangelo hAZZZ
↳hazosterfield wHATT
↳lilahangelo  ily man
↳hazosterfield  aww ily too boo

sebastianstan  ^what the actual freek is going on with them
↳tomholland2013  umm, to put it lightly: both of them are batshit drunk
↳robertdowneyjr  and you?
↳tomholland2013  designated driver sir
↳robertdowneyjr  ok. good boy
↳tomholland2013  :D

paulrudd  why did you think it was a good idea to do this
↳tomholland2013  because she said that she wanted to feel the pain of a hangover
↳paulrudd  and you thought that wAS A GOOD IDEA????
↳tomholland2013  ...

username2  ok we all love tom, but i'm starting to think he's not that smart
↳lilahangelo  why do you think his nickname is dumbass

freyawalker i think you should probably take away their phones before they make a mistake...
↳tomholland2013 shit- i'll do that now

lilahangelo  yOU gUys i ran awey feom tom ans now im hidong in the closet
↳username3  i'm in the closet too 😃👍
↳tomholland2013  lilah if you don't get your butt over here right now i'm gonna provoke your tessa dog walking privileges
↳lilahangelo  lmao you're not my dad

hazosterfield  lilahangelo i found a better hiding spot under a tablw come here
↳lilahangelo  oN MY WAY

 harrystyles  ^you guys are rookies, now he knows where you are smh
↳lilahangelo  oh my god
↳robertdowneyjr  oH my god
↳tomholland2013  i tripped and hit my face on a table oh my god
↳lilahangelo  oMY- TOM ARE YOU SEEING THIS
↳tomholland2013  my vision's a little blurry but yES I'M SEEING THIS THIS IS AMAZING

username4  the fact that harry styles just randomly made a cameo in this story lol

elizabetholsen  holland you need to take lilah and harrison home rn i don't want them to get hurt
↳tomholland2013  i'm trying scarlet bitch but they won't stop running away
↳elizabetholsen  ooo change my name to scarlet bitch in the gc i like it
↳chrisevans  maybe if you stopped looking at the comment section then you could actually catch them

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When Lilah peeled her eyes open, the first thing she noticed was what woke her up. The hammer that pounded on the side of her head.

No, it wasn't a hammer, is was just an excruciatingly painful headache. She could still taste the sting of alcohol on her tongue, and almost vomited at the utter tang of it.

For the past week Lilah had been staying at Tom's house, she slept on the couch. Except for that first night, six days before, which was the last time she actually got any sleep at all. After the... nightmare, she was nervous about going back asleep. It was a lot more intense than the usual ones, inclining her to, idiotically, think that she would have one like it again.

There were a few hours during the night when the house was completely silent and she drifted off for about an hour, but then jerked awake, sweat covering her forehead. Her body was exhausted, and it did nothing to help when she went out with Tom and Harrison to a pub.

Now, although she brought it upon herself, she had this headache to deal with. And the fact that she felt like a piece of trash ran over by a truck on the highway. Probably looked like it, too.

When a knock at the door sounded, Lilah shot up out of bed, a wave of pain and nausea hitting her in the face. Bed? She looked down and saw that she was still in her clothes from last night, but she was in someone's bed. It was Tom's bed.

Someone knocked again, but didn't bother to wait for confirmation before striding inside with a bright smile on their face. They threw open the blinds, making Lilah hiss and lay back down on the sheets, covering her face under a pillow. Whoever it was, leaned down on the bed and got really close to her face.

"Good morning, Lilah darling."

His voice sounded like sixteen dung bells hitting her in the side of her head.

So, Lilah did the only reasonable thing she could think of, and threw the pillow at his face with as much force as she could muster, and said: "Oh, fuck off."

There was a moment of silence, where Tom crawled into the bed and laid down next to her. She pulled the blanket up over her head and burrowed under the covers.

"You're in my bed-" he started.

Lilah cut him off. "Please stop talking."

He ignored her and raised his voice an octave. It felt like he was yelling at her. "As I was saying, you are in my bed. Therefore, you are now under an obligation to not throw my pillows at my face." He added, "Or leave without cuddling me."

Lilah tossed the covers off and turned her head to glare at him. He was smirking at her, his arm propping up his head on the mattress. She noticed the bright light in his eyes, that told her he most definitely did not consume any alcohol the night before. And thus did not have a hangover.

"I will not be giving you cuddles," she growled. Tom frowned, pouting his lips. "However I will be ingesting an Advil and going back to sleep."

He poked her in the side and she scowled. "You will indeed be giving me cuddles, there's Advil and a glass of water for you on the nightstand," he sighed dramatically, "and you can't go back to sleep."

"Why not?"

"You promised Sam last night that you'd make brownies with him. He's waiting downstairs."

"I don't remember doing that." She squinted her eyes away from the sunlight coming through the window.

"Yeah well you also promised me you would give me cuddles in the morning so-"

She interrupted him by throwing the pillow at his face again.

"Uncalled for!" he shouted as Lilah got up out of the bed. She was swaying on her feet from the wave of exhaustion, her eyesight going blurry. Tom snorted. "You look like one of those things that goes in front of a car wash- The Inflatable Man! That's what it's called."

Lilah cupped her forehead in her hands. "Oh my god, I can't be around you right now. Um, go trip over a rock and fall into a hole, I'm going downstairs."

"Bu- come on! I was joking!" Tom sat up in the bed to watched her leave.

Lilah just flipped him off over her shoulder and walked downstairs to meet Sam in the kitchen, tying a braid in her hair while doing so.

She saw him standing by the counter, a whisk in one hand, and a bowl of chocolate sauce in the other. There was flour all over the island, and an oil spill across the other side of the sink. God, what time was it? She knew that Tom and Harrison had taken her out at around eleven, and they stayed out for a long while after that...

"Lilah!" Sam exclaimed.

She fought the urge to immediately rub her temples in pain, and just gave him a tight lipped smile, making her way to the medicine cupboard. Inside she found the Advil, completely forgetting about the one that Tom had already prepared for her.

"So," she said to Sam, finishing up her braid, "why the hell are there six broken eggshells when the recipe only calls for three?"

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After his little chat with a hungover Lilah, Tom went through the rest of the morning bugging her some more. He sat at the kitchen island watching Sam and her bake, occasionally swiping some of the batter with his finger and licking it. That always earned a glare from Lilah's sapphire eyes, which he awed silently at.

Her eyes were always one of his favorite features of Lilah's, mostly because he could stare for hours upon hours and never look away. He liked to think that they were made of starlight, that they were the only thing that shone brightly in his world.

She hadn't spoken to him after telling him to go fall in a hole, leading him to believe that she was giving him the silent treatment.

He tried doing magic tricks to get her attention, handstands, throwing cheeto puffs at her face- but nothing worked. She just continued to bake, not giving him a second glance. She talked to Sam, though. They talked about everything, from the next ingredient in the recipe, to their favorite characters on Schitt's Creek.

And Tom sat at the counter, pouting because he wasn't part of the conversation.

Eventually he gave up, and just bugged them in the kitchen some more, not with any goal. He loudly made his tea, stomped around, and tugged on the end of Lilah's braid, just to annoy both of them.

At around two in the afternoon, Lilah and Sam decided to take a break from baking and watch some tv on the couch. However, Tom was on the couch, so she was forced to sit next to him. They sat a good two feet apart, both in comfortable positions without each other. After about an hour of not moving, not talking, while they all watched, Tom all of a sudden jumped up off the couch, startling both Sam and Lilah.

"What are you-" Lilah started.

But Tom just threw the blanket off over her body, and scooped his arms under her legs, throwing her over his shoulder.

"What the fu- what are you doing?" she squealed. When he didn't answer, she said, "This is not how I imagined being kidnapped, can we start over?"

Tom just tilted his head back and laughed maniacally, making his way to the front door. First he slipped on a pair of shoes, neglecting to remember that Lilah needed shoes too. Tom's arms were wrapped around her legs as he took her to the car, still giggling at his plan.

Once they got into the car, Lilah crossed her arms and huffed in annoyance. While Tom drove, she ignored him and looked out the window at all the buildings of London. After thirty minutes of complete silence, Lilah finally spoke up.

"Where are we going? Your secret lair?"

"No, I don't have a secret lair, I'm not batman."

(a/n- i had to)

"Okay, we've been driving for half an hour, how much longer?" Lilah asked.

Tom gave her a sidelong grin. "It's a library-" his eyes widened, "i-it's a surprise." She rolled her eyes and looked back out the window. Her headache still wouldn't stop pounding, so much so that it was starting to block out all the other noises. She scrunched up her nose in pain, but didn't whine or complain. Just worked through it.

Another fifteen minutes passed, and Tom parked the car on the side of the street. Lilah was gaping at the building in front of them. Tom had taken her to the one place he had been wanting to take her to all week long. The British Library.

"Oh my god," she breathed.

The building was made of red and white bricks, but to get inside you had to cross the square. The square had many flowers and garden pots, there were very few people wandering around, and the sun was just grazing the top of the library's roofs, making the rain stained stone gleam.

She didn't noticed that Tom had already gotten out of the car and opened her door, waiting for her to get out.

"Oh shit- you don't have any shoes on," he said, glancing down at her feet.

Lilah shut her mouth, realizing that she had had it hanging open as she gazed at the building. She got out of the car, not caring about the wet ground, and wrapped her arms around Tom's neck, hugging him tightly. His hands went to her back, and he gently rested his chin on her shoulder.

"Thank you," she whispered, making a shiver trail down his spine. She pulled back from the hug.

"Y-yeah, well- I thought you might want to come here since it's the second biggest library in the world," he said, noting the big smile that was on Lilah's lips. It was one of the most alluring things he'd ever seen. Her lips. wAit wHAt-

"Really? How'd you know that?" she asked, tilting her head to the side.

"Google. Really helpful you know," he tugged on the end of her braid and she glanced down at her feet.

"I think you're gonna have to carry me. But you're surprisingly strong, so it shouldn't be a problem."

"Surprisingly? I'm Spiderman, I'm supposed to be strong." He picked her up again and quickly locked the car doors, then ran to the entrance hall of the library. People in the square looked at them weirdly, because they probably looked like maniacs. But neither of them cared that people were staring, they were in their own little world where no one else existed but them.

Tom set Lilah down in the threshold of the library, where she immediately ran inside and up the white stairs, her socks making her steps silent. Tom jogged after her, because he had a feeling that if she was out of his sight, she would be lost in the stacks.

"So," he said, approaching her side, "where to go first, Lilah darling?"

She turned her head to smile at him, then grabbed his hand and veered left.

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Lilah, even though she had no idea where she was going, led Tom towards the Reading Room, where a lot of the books were. When they arrived, she stared in shock at the sheer size of the room, which was in the shape of a circle. There were many levels to the room, surrounding the middle, where desks were placed for reading or researching.

Still holding Tom's slightly callused hand, Lilah strolled over to the different levels of books, occasionally staring at the dome of a ceiling, watching the sun go down and the sky slowly get darker.

It was almost silent in the room, here and there were the sounds of people getting up to leave, or the librarians reshelving books, but it was quiet. It reminded Lilah of when she used to stay up in her bedroom when her parent's house was completely silent and nobody was awake. When she would curl up in the corner of her bed, her nose stuffed in a book, not giving a care about anything but the words on the page.

Tom, to her surprise, stayed quiet while she scanned the shelves. Usually he talked all day long, but today, it was as if he was giving her time to herself. He was there, holding her hand to remind her, but by herself.

He did however suggest that they go to the King's Library collection, where there were stacks upon stacks of books, staircases leading to the upper levels, lights illuminating the shelves. The image lived up to his description.

They walked together up to one of the highest levels, and sat down, Lilah leaning against one of the stacks, and Tom the opposite. Their legs were spread in front of them Lilah's socked foot resting near Tom's thigh.

She was studying a book that must've been five decades old, and Tom observed her. Her braid was starting to come undone at the end, her dark blue eyes were bright, the light from the sconces reflecting off of them.

"I can feel you staring at me, Thomas," she said, flipping a page in her book.

Her first words in almost two hours. He gave her a sheepish smile and tapped his foot against her thigh. "You just look so calm while you're reading, it's hard not to stare."

Lilah closed her book and set it down beside her. Leaning her head back against the shelf, she closed her eyes and sighed. "I don't want to go back to Freya's apartment."

They hadn't spoken of Freya since the first day she was in London, when she told him what had happened. It was understandable why she didn't want to go, it would be awkward and uncomfortable for both of them.

Tom thought for a minute. "You could stay with me until we start filming Spiderman," he shrugged.

Lilah's eyes snapped open, her brows bunched together. "No, I'm not going to stay with you for two months." She shook her head.

"Why not? We're getting our scripts in two weeks, and we need to run lines together anyways, I'm already looking for my own place, and you don't want to go back to New York, so it makes sense!"

"What about your parents?" Lilah countered.

"Like I said, I'm looking for my own place, but I need a roommate. And Harrison doesn't want to share an apartment with me because he says I'd be a terrible person to live with, but don't listen to him, he 's wrong. I can do dishes and shit." He continued, "Even if you don't want to share an apartment after filming, we're still kind of gonna be forced to live together during filming."

Lilah raised an eyebrow in question.

"Well not actually forced, Marvel will probably give you a choice, but we get to share a house together! It's out in the middle of no where, it'll be fun," he smiled.

"Okay, does Sydney tell me nothing? Where did you learn all this?" she asked.

"Doesn't matter- the point is, you can stay with me until we fly to Atlanta. It'll be so much fun, we can train together and read lines together-"

"Train?"

"We have to get into superhero shape," he said. Lilah was still skeptical of his plan. "Okay, give me one reason why you shouldn't stay with me."

"Tom I barely know you," she chuckled, shaking her head again.

"What do you mean you barely know me? We've known each other for almost a year."

"Is that qualified as a long time?" she questioned. Tom gave her a look and she thought about it. Staying with Tom for the next two months would be to her benefit, it would be nice not to go back to New York or deal with Anabel as her neighbor...

"If the main reason is because you don't think you know me," he said, "then get to know me."

"What?"

Tom grinned mischievously. "Shall we play a game?"

"Don't even try to quote Winter Soldier on me right now." Lilah fought her smile.

He snorted. "Okay fine. Question for a question?"

She considered it. "Is that just a rip off of thought for a thought and twenty-one questions?"

"sHhshHHh let's not talk about that part," he said. "You go first."

"Okay... toilet paper over or under?"

"What the hell kind of question is that?"

"There's only one right answer buddy," she said.

Tom rolled his eyes. "Over."

"Good. Your turn."

"Have you ever... been in a relationship?" he asked.

Lilah's cheeks heated. "Um, no. You?"

"Yeah," he sighed. "A few years ago, when I was in high school."

She nodded, pursing her lips and thinking of another question. "What's your favorite hobby?"

"I like dancing," he shrugged. Lilah raised her brows and he clarified, "I used to do ballet. It's really enjoyable, you should try it sometime."

"No, thank you. Ballet sounds incredibly stressful, the pointy toes and spinning," she shivered. "Ask the question."

"Um..." There was one question he had been dying to ask her all week, and now seemed like a perfect time. "What was your nightmare about a few days ago?"

The amusement that was in Lilah's eyes a few second's before completely vanished, and a sort of gloss crossed her gaze. She clenched her jaw, like she was fighting some inner monster under her skin.

"You don't have to answer that," he said quietly. "I was just wondering."

Her voice cracked as she glanced down at her lap and said, "It's fine."

Tom felt incredibly guilty for asking her about the one thing that had her afraid to fall asleep each night. "Lilah-"

"Let's just continue with the game," she said quickly. "Uh.. what's your biggest fear?"

Tom had had his answer to this question ready for the past few months. He didn't even hesitate to answer. "Losing you."

Lilah's lips parted, her breathing patterns picking up. Her eyes softened, giving him the look that he would have died for, the look that made his heart beat out of his chest and could've brought him to his knees.

But he said, "I'm just kidding. It's spiders."

He laughed lightly, and she joined him. However, a small woman with thinning hair came into view of them, her hands on her hips.

"The library closed fifteen minutes ago, get out!"

Tom and Lilah resisted the urge to laugh and scrambled to their feet. Lilah grabbed the book she was studying and asked the woman if she could check it out, to which she rolled her eyes and did so. Although not without peeping at Lilah's shoe-less feet disapprovingly.

While they waited for the book to be checked out, Tom asked Lilah one final question. "So are you getting on a plane tomorrow? Or are you going to eat those brownies that you made this morning and then train with me tomorrow?"

Lilah sighed, "Let's just say that I'm going to check out this book... and then I'll return it in a few days."

The grin that Tom gave her could've lit up a whole room.

They walked back to the car, Lilah got her socks wet, but she didn't care, the only thing she could think about was that one question. She could've sworn that Tom was dead serious in that moment. When he told her his greatest fear. Losing her.

A/N- this is quite honestly one of my favorite chapters