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Unprofessional Crush | Bonus Valentine’s day Chapter

Tom Holland x Celebrity!Reader

*Does NOT impact the Unprofessional Crush story, so it CAN be read without having to read the rest of the story*

Summary: It’s Valentine’s day and whoever’s in the Supermodel’s household will be awoken by a very good and exciting news.

Word Count: 2.1k

Pairings: Tom Holland x reader ; PLATONIC!Harry Styles x reader

Warnings: cursing and really adorable

UNPROFESSIONAL CRUSH MASTERLIST

Tom’s p.o.v.

A groan leaves my mouth as I stretch my arms out, searching for my girlfriend’s body that was supposed to be laying besides me. But, instead my palm ends up patting the bed’s now cold surface.

Causing another groan to escape my lips and my eyebrows to involuntarily scrunch up as I’m both wondering where the hell (Y/N) is and the large amount of light practically blinding me as I try to open my eyes.

I don’t have time to get used to the room’s lighting or wonder much about her location, because suddenly her excited screams and loud laughter are echoing throughout the apartment walls.

I lift my upper body tiredly and support it against her headboard. All of my sleepiness has vanished as soon as I heard her contagious laughter, instead a lazy smile crept itself onto my face, without me even realizing it. The effects of this girl, I swear.

“(Y/N) Why are you laughing all by yourself?!” Harry’s sleep deprived voice thunders through the walls. “At eight in the morning! Have you finally gone mad?!”

I chuckle while rubbing my eyes. “Tom are you with her?! Or should we actually be worried this time?!”

“We should be worried!” I remove my hands from my eyes and start searching for my phone.

“It’s here! It’s here! It’s here!” My girlfriend attempts to scream but can’t because of her unrestrained laughter. The soft thuds of her feet quickly making their way towards the bedrooms, warns me that I’m about to get attacked by the jumble of energy (Y/N) is today.

I stop looking for my phone and face the door, waiting for her entrance. “Oh, good you’re back from tea with the Mad-” I interrupt myself as my eyes widen and I try to stretch my hands in front of me as a shield.

As the supermodel runs at me full speed with this crazy amazing smile spread on her face. She suddenly jumps on the bed and throws herself on top of me.

As I try to peck her soft lips after her attack, I feel and see a glossy magazine cover being shoved into my face.

“It’s here Tom! It’s here!” She squeals in delight.

My eyebrows scrunch up in confusion.

“Look! Look! Look!” She screams like an impatient four year old.

“I’m trying darling!” I chuckle and softly remove her tight grasp from what looks like a magazine, I can’t tell because it’s literally inches from my face. As I lower it without glancing down, she pouts in frustration. proving to me that she actually is a child stuck in an adult’s body, as she also reminds me how badly I want to kiss her.

Instead I bring her hand, that I’m still holding, up to my mouth and kiss each of her fingers. Her pout disappears and a soft smile takes over her face. When I’m done I pull her forward, actually no.

I try to pull her forward.

“You’ll make me wrinkle it!” She yelps in horror.

“I’ll buy you another one.” I reply amused. I mean how could I not?! Here we are with a supermodel who’s appeared in all kinds of magazines fretting about this one. While she knows that there are thousands of copies that we can both afford. Plus, the brand normally sends her plenty of copies, so she can hand out to friends and family.

“You still haven’t looked at it.” She replies grumpily. I playfully roll my eyes and grab her hand again.

“I will in a second.” She huffs, causing me to smile. “Can’t a man enjoy their girlfriend for one second? Sheesh.”

This time I successfully pull her into my lap and wrap my arms around her making sure she won’t leave. I tip her head towards me and try to kiss her again.

Yes try. Because she turns her head just in time.

A loud groan erupts from my throat. “Are you really not going to let me kiss you?! It is Valentine’s day you know?!”

“Not until you look at the magazine!” She crosses her arms stubbornly.

I grab the damned thing, still looking at her weirdly.

I look down quickly, just to get it over with, I mean I really want to kiss her so I’m about to do just that. When my mind realizes what it’s just seen. My eyes widen and a smile sneaks it’s way onto her face.

I hadn’t realized it but she twisted herself so she’d be able to gauge my reaction. “Is that?-” I can’t even explain myself.

But somehow she understands me and her smile turns into a huge one as she nods her head fervently. “Yes! Yes it is! Look at it properly!”

I do as she says and grab it. My mouth now hangs open.

There I am. Me. (Y/N). Vogue cover. Valentine’s day edition.

That’s how my mind processes it.

“We made it?” My voice comes out in a small croak.

This time she’s the one who squeezes my hand and chuckles softly while doing so.

“Of course we made it!” She kisses my cheek. “I just wanted it to be a surprise so I invented that whole thing up! So surprise…?”

I laugh at her and pull the girl sitting in front of me right back into my lap. Kissing every inch of her neck that I can find, making one of the sounds I love the most leave her mouth, her laughter of course.

“Hadn’t we agreed to sleep in? And watch movies all day and then go out for dinner tonight?” I whisper against her skin.

“Yes! But I mean it’s here and I’m so so happy!” And she’s off my lap again, jumping on her bed. “That’s my favorite vogue cover I’ve ever done!”

I look at her while her sweet, joyful laughter continues echoing through the house. You could probably hear it from a mile away and it would definitely spread a huge smile onto your face or maybe you’d end up joining her? It rumbles through their halls and into every room of this house, cheering the most unhappy of all people. And what the hell? Why should I ruin this? Or not be a part of it?

I stand up and grab her hands and jump with her on the bed laughing just as crazily as she is.

“Tom?! Have you gone mad as well?! Okay now I’m really worried.” We hear her roommate, Harry Styles grumble. That causes her laughter and mine to get louder somehow.

As her best friend appears at the doorway she lets out a loud and happy shriek. “We’re on the cover!” And literally throws herself at him. Next thing I know they’re both lying on the floor.

Him groaning and her chuckling, of course.

My ribs start to hurt and I fall to the bed, my entire body shakes as I chuckle hysterically.

“You two are assholes, I couldn’t sleep last night you know? And I was like ‘ah whatever it’s almost Valentine’s day let them be” He mocks himself, as he pokes (Y/N) in the stomach causing her to giggle. “And I thought you’d be kind enough to at least let me sleep through the morning the next day. But nope.”

“Perks of living with me! You get woken up by laughter and me being happy and I know you love it!” She shows him her tongue childishly.

A small, soft smile spreads itself onto my face once again.

She gets up and grabs the Vogue magazine showing it to him excitedly.

“Holy shit you guys!”

…

Third person’s p.o.v.

“It’s so easy to photograph them! They could literally be in the dullest room and the pictures would still come out amazing because of what they feel for one another! Why haven’t we thought of this before?” The photographer whisper shouts at the photoshoot’s director.

Harper, (Y/N)’s manager and best friend, happens to be close enough to them and smiles knowingly.

“I don’t know” The director shakes his head. “But I’m glad we chose them for this edition! I mean of course it’s easy to shoot them, just by looking at them you can tell and practically feel their love for eachother!” Gushes the director.

The couple that was making everyone gush were currently whispering to one another, not being able to remove their smiles from their faces. Completely ignoring the sound of cameras going off and acting like they always do.

“I’m so nervous.” Whispers Tom while pulling his beautiful girlfriend towards him, spinning her into his arms. When her back softly thuds against his front she looks up at him proudly.

“You shouldn’t be! You’re doing amazing!”

“Yeah, but I am doing a photoshoot with someone who does this for a living and is fucking marvelous at it!” A soft pout tugs at his lips. But quickly disappears when said supermodel softly kisses it away.

“Yes, and like I said you’re doing amazing! Even better than some of the models I had to shoot with before!” She turns around and pats his chest softly, while looking at him. “So stop pouting adorably and continue doing whatever it is you’ve always done! I mean it worked enough that you made me fall in love with you and everyone in Hollywood seems to love you just as much!”

After a few more minutes of shooting in this area with these clothes. (Y/N) suddenly gasps and pokes Tom. Causing him to look at her with such amazement and love in the eyes that the photographers almost squeal out of joy.

“What is it, love?” He whispers to her, his eyebrows scrunched up in confusion at the beautiful smile on his girlfriend's face.

“I’ve got an idea! And it’s something I’ve always wanted to do and that I could only do with you! I’m sure the photographers will love it!” She jumps in her place, squeezing his hand, not being able to contain her excitement.

Even when she pulls him towards the crew so she can explain her idea to them, the photographers are able to capture amazing moments. (Y/N) almost never realizes but she has the habit of grabbing Tom’s hand and pulling him along. She might not notice whenever she does this but he does and he loves it.

The moment they captured had him looking at her with admiration and she had this infectious smile on her face. The man behind the camera had one just by being in the presence of a couple so in love.

“I have an idea!” (Y/N) exclaims excitedly.

And no one in the crew could ever say no to Hollywood’s sweetheart, her happy and good energy making it impossible.

“Oh boy.” Mutters Harper, but even she had a small smile on her face as she shook her head.

...

And that’s how Tom ended up with his upper body hanging upside down, while his legs were hooked on a pull-up exercise bar.

Oh and he was in a Spider-Man costume, the mask covering half his face, they found it at (Y/N)’s and Harry’s apartment. Which shocked no one because they all know she’s obsessed with Marvel movies.

They were doing the iconic Spider-Man kiss. All of the photographers were freaking out and yelling.

“Amazing!”

“Just perfect!”

“We have a cover!”

(Y/N) was freaking out just as much. After a couple of seconds she jumped back and squealed. “You have no idea how long that’s been on my bucket list!”

With help Tom unhooks himself and hugs her, the photographers continued shooting away, not being able to stop when shooting the famous couple in front of them. And they finally understand why everyone’s obsessed with them.

“These will be impossible to pick! All of them just seem to be amazing! And so natural!” Sighs the editor as he looks at them with a soft smile on his face.

“I love you.” She whispers in his ear. He squeezes her tightly “Love you more.”

“Impossible!” She gasps as they continue to bicker playfully, while unknowingly make everyone wishing they had something as special as they do.

The cover ended up being another picture. The editors thought it was best since his face was half covered up. But they made sure to hint about the iconic reenacting on the front.

The picture that was now spread underneath the huge Vogue letters and on thousands of stands, bookstores, being held by fans squealing with delight. Was the one where (Y/N) held his hand with a huge smile on her face, you could practically hear her laughing with just a glance at her. While he looked at her with a smile, well accompanied by his look of utter love and happiness.

A/N

I was having an incredibly annoying writer’s block and I really hope that’s over now. I wanted to wish Happy birthday to this amazing human being @roseschnapp who always tells me I should be writing! Love u so much and I hope your day is truly amazing!

plz plz plz send me asks or leave comments I love them so much!

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heyy plz don’t kill me... I know I said I’d post soon and I’m so sorry! I’ve been dealing with a major writers block! but I was finally able to write :)) so (even though it’s late) expect a valentine’s day unprofessional crush bonus coming tomorrow! it’s reallyyy fluffy and just pure adorable

UNPROFESSIONAL CRUSH MASTERLIST

UNPROFESSIONAL CRUSH PART 11

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Hey when are you posting the next chapter for unprofessional crush? You are so good at writing and I can’t wait for more (are you going to have a certain posting schedule?)

soon!! I promise! I’m so sorry I’ve disappeared for a bit, but there’s been so much going on... and omg thank u so so much 💙 I wish I could have a certain posting schedule, but I’d hate to post chapters that I don’t feel like are my best... I hope u understand!! but I promise I’ll post the next chapter during these next few weeks bc I’m excited for the rest of this series!!

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Unprofessional Crush | Pt.11

Tom Holland x Celebrity!Reader

Summary: Two celebrities with huge crushes on one another. They always tend to be unprofessional and embarrassing when it comes to the other.

Word Count: 3.9k

Pairings: Tom Holland x reader ; PLATONIC!Harry Styles x reader

Warnings: cursing, some Italian that may be wrong due to google translate (sorry @iaiabear I remember you told me you’re from Italy, feel free to correct me!)

(Y/N)’s P.O.V.

My foot continuously taps on the floor while I anxiously bite my nails, desperately trying to pay attention to the important information leaving Harper’s mouth. As simple as the task sounds, it’s been impossible to do anything that requires a tiny bit of my focus- actually it’s been impossible to do anything without having my thoughts drift off to the handsome and amazing british boy that apparently took over not only my heart, but also my brain.

See? I’m thinking about him again and haven’t heard a word that’s left my friend’s mouth.

Keep reading

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When will part 11 of unprofessional crush come out? I’m dying to read more

It’s here! I’m so sorry for the wait :((

Unprofessional Crush Part 11

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cade cap novo poc

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Unprofessional Crush Part 11

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Unprofessional Crush | Pt.11

Tom Holland x Celebrity!Reader

Summary: Two celebrities with huge crushes on one another. They always tend to be unprofessional and embarrassing when it comes to the other.

Word Count: 3.9k

Pairings: Tom Holland x reader ; PLATONIC!Harry Styles x reader

Warnings: cursing, some Italian that may be wrong due to google translate (sorry @iaiabear I remember you told me you’re from Italy, feel free to correct me!)

(Y/N)’s P.O.V.

See? I’m thinking about him again and haven’t heard a word that’s left my friend’s mouth.

I shake my head as if I am physically able of removing the mess that are my thought this way. A timid smile spreads itself on my face.

I don’t even get the chance to open my mouth because Harper’s eyes have alreadys turned into slits.

“You didn’t hear a thing I’ve just said.” She rolls her eyes and adds. “Am I right?”

“I’m sorry! I’m trying I just-” I try to explain myself in a small voice, but am cut off.

“You’re just extremely distracted these last two weeks.” She finishes for me, her eyes soften “What’s going on?! Does this have to do with that asshole from the nightclub? Because everything from that whole ordeal has been forgotten, remember? Someone recorded everything, you telling him no, Cara being held back, him kissing you against your will-”

I cringe and shake my hands silently asking her to stop, thankfully she gets the message.

“We can sue him if you’d like?” I nod my head not even having to think twice.

“That’d set a good example to the girls that follow me, showing them that what he did isn’t acceptable… We’ll talk about that later.” I tilt my head to the side, trying my best to look innocent. Even though it never works on my manager, she proves my thoughts are correct by rolling her eyes yet again. “What is it you were telling me just now?”

Her famous glare returns it’s aim on my face and softens once more.

“I’ll tell you all about it in a second but why are you so distracted lately? Are you not resting well? If you need help with anything please tell me.”

“If I need anything I’ll tell you, promise.”

“Okay, good.” And her tone is back to her professional one. “As I was saying Fendi wants you to go to Europe this following week, for a couple of photoshoots for their upcoming Summer collection-”

That definitely makes me snap out from the mess that my thoughts currently are, my eyes instantly narrow on her, even though Harper has nothing to do with it.

“I can’t.” I shake my head. “I told you, Tom’s coming back from filming in Venice and I know it’s unprofessional-” I say it aware that her following words would be those exact ones. “But, I really really have to see him.”

The look on her face is just as accusing as her tone. “Is he the reason you’ve been so distracted?!”

Before I can answer, my cell phone starts ringing and coincidentally my boyfriend’s name is displayed across it’s screen causing my stomach to flip.

“I’m so sorry Harper I’ve got to get this.” I run off to my room before she has the chance to answer me.

As I sit on my bed propping pillows behind me I slide my finger across the screen. My boyfriend’s face instantly appears.

“Hey there spidey boy.” The excitement clear in my voice.

“Hey there angel girl.” He responds but not in the same excited tone I had, my mouth slowly turns into a frown. “I miss you so much and I’m so-”

“Hey! Tom who are you talking to?!” I hear someone scream in the background of what I can only imagine is his set right now. He must’ve had a couple of minutes to spare and decided to call me, the thought causes my deluded heart to flutter in my chest.

Suddenly Tom’s face is covered by none other than “Zendaya!” I exclaim

“(Y/N)! I haven’t seen you in so long!”

“I know! I know! I know!” I squeal. “I think the last time we saw each other was at the MET Gala! What? That can’t be right!? It’s been months!” I squint doubt clear in my voice.

“Yes! That was it!” She pouts. “Now you only have time for this idiot.”

“Hey!” I hear my boyfriend complain not only for being called an idiot but because Z apparently took the phone away for him.

“That’s not true!” I exclaim a little too loudly. “I tried making plans with you a couple of months ago and you were too busy!”

“Oh yeah… I forgot about that! I miss you though, it’s been way too long!” She sits down and I’m able to see Tom again.

“Wait…” His eyebrows furrow, causing his face to scrunch up in this adorable way. “You two know each other!?”

Zendaya faces the camera with a serious face. “How do you deal with this all the time? I mean I have to do it for the movie and it’s already unbearable.”

“Hey! No spoilers!” I scold her.

“I forgot you’re a huge Marvel fan. That’s not even a spoiler it’s in the trailer!” She explains while, I mock glare at her while puffing.

“I actually question how he deals with me.” I chuckle softly and shrug.

She laughs and nods, probably remembering some of the times we were together.

“We know each other from a couple of photoshoots we had together.” I explain patiently to my boyfriend. “This famous photographer loved our chemistry together and I guess others did as well. Because we were asked to shoot together a lot.”

She elbows him in the ribs lightly. “You don’t even know some of your girlfriend’s most iconic photoshoots! (Y/n) just letting you know that I’d be a better girlfriend than he is…” She winks at me from the camera causing a laugh to escape my mouth.

While Tom’s mouth hangs agape.

“Wow, not only did you interrupt my conversation with her, you called me an idiot and you hit on my girlfriend?!” We all chuckle at that.

“I’m leaving, I’m leaving!” She grumbles while standing up, causing me to only see her legs and Tom. “Please text me sometime! We have a lot of catching up to do!” She bends down and gets into the camera’s view again sending me a kiss.

I return the favor. “Okay, hope you’re not busy for me this time!”

“I’m never busy for you!” She yells already having left my view.

Tom shakes his head and grabs his phone once again. “That’s not even true, you just said she couldn’t- ” He shakes his head cutting himself off, with a small smile on his face. “I’m sorry for that.”

“Stop it! I love her, it’s honestly been so long! I’m thinking I’ll talk to Harper and see if she can arrange anything for me and Z to do together…”

“What I was trying to say before we were so politely interrupted, is that I’m so sorry!” I frown at this. “I know you’ve been so excited to see me next week, but I won’t be able to make it. Our schedule got delayed so we’re shooting in Venice for another week. I’m so so sorry!”

I feel like screaming. Is the world conspiring against me, so I’ll have my feelings bottled up inside me!? And I’ll never be able to tell the man I love how I feel? The three simple words have been inching themselves closer and closer to the tip of my tongue every time I’m on the phone or facetiming him.

Even when texting! I have to repeatedly delete the “I love you’s” that somehow type themselves on my keyboard. And now I’ll have to suffer through that for another week?! I know it’s not his fault but I’m practically bursting with all these emotions cramped up in me.

Fear, if he doesn’t love me back and thinks it’s too soon to be in this stage of our relationship already. Anxiousness, to just be able to yell the words at him whenever I want to. And a hundred other emotions I can’t even begin to understand. But the strongest one is love. Every time he posts something my heart speeds up. Or when I listen to his voice the poor thing seems to get stuck in my throat. Just thinking of him makes my heart seem like it’ll beat right out of my chest, just like in cartoons.

So, to know he’ll be gone for another week is so disappointing.

“Aw, darling please don’t get sad, I promise I’ll make it up to you.” He talks to me in a soothing tone probably noticing the change in my mood.

“It's okay I’ve got this huge photoshoot Harper was talking to me about-” My mind seems to catch up with the words leaving my mouth because my eyes suddenly widen in excitement. “Oh my God! Wait you’re staying in Europe for another week right?” He nods confusedly.

“Europe!?” He nods once again trying to hold his laughter.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I instantly stand up on my bed and start jumping, giggling and squealing of happiness. Causing my boyfriend’s face to light up yet again because of the state of euphoria I’m in.

“What is it?” I can’t answer I’m too occupied jumping on my bed. “ What is it (Y/n)?”

“Fendi wants me in Europe for a photoshoot! Fendi wants me in Europe for a photoshoot!” I yell looking like a child that just got told she’s going to Disney World for the first time.

“Really? This next week?” Now he’s the one standing up and looking like a weirdo while commemorating.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I instantly stop on my bed. “Shit, shit, shit.” That causes him to stop as well.

“(Y/n)...”

“I told Harper I couldn’t go, because I thought you were coming back from filming!” He makes a face.

“Darling please don’t stop from doing important shoots or events because of me!” I pout, he’s perfect. So perfect that hopefully he can read my thoughts. I love you Tom. Do you hear me? I. Love. You.

He’s just staring at me with an expectant look on his face. His eyebrows start to furrow as I continue trying to mentally tell him these three damned words.

Okay, maybe I should stop being an idiot and actually physically talk to him.

“I know, I know! I won’t do it again I just really really miss you! We haven’t seen each other in months.”

His lips tug up, forming a small little smile on his face.

“Miss you too! Now go and see if Harper already talked to Fendi!” That snaps me out of it.

“Right, right! Lo- Love your Spider-man! So you go and film while I talk to Harper! I’ll text you if I end up going!” I quickly hangup.

A groan leaves my mouth as I throw myself backwards on my bed, grabbing one of the pillows and covering my face while I yell in it like some angered teenager. I remove the pillow and stand up heading towards the living room.

“Really (Y/n)? Love your Spider-man? Someone please stitch my mouth shut.” I mutter to myself.

“Gladly, if it means you won’t scream like that.” Harper responds from the couch, not lifting her eyes from her phone as she quickly taps away.

“Please, please, please tell me you didn’t talk to Fendi yet?” I rush fowards and kneel in front of her.

“Nope, I was just about to do that. Why, did you change your mind?” That makes her look at me.

“Yes! I’ll go to Europe!” I jump up to my feet, my face hardening in a split second. “On one condition.”

“Go on.” She raises her eyebrow.

“You tell them I’ll only do it if we have one of the photoshoots in Venice.” I say seriously and crossing my arms in defiance.

That makes her laugh.

“Okay, I’ll pretend I don’t understand your sudden change of heart.” I feel my cheeks heaten up.

“They’ll definitely love the idea according to the shoots proposition.”

“So I’m going to Europe?”

“You’re going to Europe tomorrow actually, you have an event in Paris.” I squeal from joy.

Tom’s P.O.V.

As soon as I get out of the shower I slip a pair of sweats on and lay in bed. Grabbing my phone from the hotel’s nightstand, checking if (Y/n) has sent me any texts.

Lately I’ve been so busy with shoots from all hours that I’ve only been keeping up with her day through our texts and calls. But, it’s difficult because of the different timezones.

My heart sinks a little in my chest at the reminder that when she talked to Harper she had already let Fendi’s team know that (Y/n) wasn’t going to be able to make it to their photoshoot.

As I’m about to type a message to her, there’s a knock on my door. My eyebrows scrunch up in confusion. Most of the cast had to wake up early for one of the scenes today and we ended filming when it was already night time so everyone is probably in bed already.

When I open the door I’m met with Zendaya and Jacob dressed up in nice clothing, causing my confusion to grow.

“Hey, we’re all going out for dinner. Wanna come?” As if on cue a yawn escapes me.

“I’m too tired and- and bummed that (Y/n) couldn’t make it… I think I’m staying in tonight.” I say while rubbing my eyes trying to fight the urge to sleep while standing.

“No!” Both my friends exclaim at the same time, causing me to startle and poke one of my eyes accidentally.

“Ow, ow, ow.” I fan my eye hoping the pain will go away somehow. “What the hell was that?” I grumble, trying to open the eye that got hit.

“It’s just- it’s such a beautiful night tonight and you should enjoy every second of your time in Italy with us!” Z explains quickly.

Jacob agrees with his head. “Yeah and we’ll wrap filming soon, so that’s even more of a reason you should come.”

I fight another yawn as I answer my friends.

“We hangout all the time, aren’t you guys tired?” I scratch the back of my neck. “Oh you guys didn’t film today! I forgot about that.”

“Yeah we hangout all the time, but never in Venice! Come on! It’ll be fun!” Jacob continues trying to convince me.

“Come on Tom can’t you see we really want you to come? If you go out with us and end up regretting it you can always come back to the hotel.” My friend explains with a tone of desperation in her voice.

“Fine, fine I’ll go!” I grumble annoyed that they convinced me.

“Yes! Now go and get ready!” She exclaims eagerly.

“We’ll text you the address!” He yells over his shoulder as both of them are already heading for the lift.

“Aren’t you going to wait for me?” I ask after them. None of them answer already having turned the corridor or purposely decide to ignore me.

I puff out a breath and shut the door with my foot as I send (Y/n) a text.

“Wanted to facetime you but Z and J convinced me of going out. Promise I’ll call you tomorrow. Love you.”

As I almost send the message I realize the text’s ending.

“Shit.” I quickly delete them and replace the two words with “Xx”

The amount of times I’ve almost confessed my love for her these last couple of months has been ridiculous. I just wish I could have at least an hour with her right in front of me. She’s such an energetic and spontaneous person, always making me laugh. What’s there not to love? I’d be an idiot if it took me any longer to fall for her.

I hastily send it to her while hurriedly looking through my bag for fancier clothes, since both my friends were dressed this way.

My phone dings, I ignore it and start getting ready.

…

After getting dressed I read the text, finding out it was (Y/n), making me realize she was awake. That almost makes me stay in and call her instead of going out. But, she insisted I leave the hotel, in her words: “if you don’t go you won’t get any when we see each other again” that instantly made me agree on going.

I’m worried with her...it’s late in the States, she must be having trouble sleeping. And when I told her that she adorably said “I’m fine, if you don’t go you’ll be the one having trouble sleeping.” My girlfriend and the love of my life, ladies and gentlemen.

To top it off my friends sent the restaurant’s address in our groupchat and said I was taking too long so they already left. And now after twenty minutes of walking in the maze like streets of Venice I finally made it to the place.

I really can’t be bothered with this, I only want to get back to the hotel and sleep until tomorrow morning. Or call (Y/n), I like that idea as well. But… I also like my balls right where they are, thank you very much. So, no calling her. At least not tonight.

I look for my phone in my pocket and call Zendaya.

“I’m here, where are you guys?” I walk towards the entrance.

“Just get in here the restaurant’s staff is waiting for you.”

“Oh, okay, thanks.” I pull the phone away from my ear only to realize she’s already hung up on me.

As I walk in I realize the place is a lot smaller than it looks like and not that fancy at all. Great now I look overdressed.

“Ah finally!” The waiter at the front exclaims once he sees me. My eyebrows raise involuntarily, surprised that they’re actually waiting for me.

He leads me to a table for two at the back of the restaurant, once again I find myself confused.

“Ah, sorry sir but my friends are waiting for me.” I say hoping he understands english.

“She’ll be back from the restroom in a second.” He replies with barely any accent in it. And completely ignoring me.

“Okay, then.” I sit down and pull my phone out. As I’m about to text (Y/n), I feel a pair of hands squeezing my shoulders and a pair of soft lips smacking a kiss on my cheek.

I’m about to stand up, startled, when I hear her voice.

“Relax, I don’t think your girlfriend will mind.” That causes me to drop my phone.

And instantly stand up.

“Holy shit! What are you doing here?!” I squeeze the topmodel in my arms. Peppering the top of her head with kisses.

“Surprising you! What else?!” She giggles in a state of pure happiness. “Did you like that? Remember? It was how I first reacted when Harry pushed me into you!”

“How could I forget.” I still have her squished against my chest not being able to register that she’s actually here. My grumpy mood a far memory.

“Ora che sei qui, vuoi fare il tuo ordine?” That makes (Y/n) try and leave my embrace but I refuse to let her go, pressing her against my chest once again.

“Mi dispiace che non lo lascerà andare... Sarà qualunque cosa scegliate questa volta.” The same guy that lead me to the table nods.

“Non ti lascerei andare se fossi in lo.” He answers with a smile, I feel her laughing against me.

“You speak italian?!” She nods looking up at me, I lean down and kiss her lips softly not being able to get enough of her.

“I learned it when I was a teenager, I watched Italian movies because I’ve always thought they’re language was beautiful so I had classes and here we are.” She shrugs.

“What did he say?” I squeeze her against me, still not comprehending she’s right here.

“He asked me what we were going to order, I apologized that you weren’t letting me go.” That causes a small smile to spread itself on my lips as I squeeze her once more. “Tom! Stop it!” She chuckles while trying to swat at my chest.

“And that he could choose what we’d be eating. He laughed and said that if he were you he wouldn’t let me go either.” I scrunch my eyebrows as jealousy fills my chest, even though she’s clearly with me and not him. I can’t help it. This girl drives me crazy.

“Do you know him?” I grumble against the top of her head.

She nods. “Yeah, he owns a couple of restaurants around Italy and I stumbled upon one of them when I was in Milan… I think, for the fashion week. He freaked out saying that he was a fan and didn’t let me pay for a thing. I always eat at one of his places when I visit and he always travels to wherever I am so he makes sure everything is perfect.” That only makes me squeeze her more.

“Tom you already steal my breath away every time I see you! No need to actually do it!” I chuckle at her.

“Sorry… ‘M just a little jealous.” I release a tiny bit of my iron grip on her.

“Aw, babe.” She gets on her tiptoes and kisses my lips. “I only have eyes for a certain british lad.” I shake my head at her antics and kiss her once again.

“I can’t believe you’re here.” I whisper to her.

A huge smile spreads on her face. “I surprised you good!”

I nod, my eyes won’t leave her, it’s as if I were stuck in a trance.

She somehow escapes my grasp, picks up my the phone I had completely forgotten about and twirls in front of me.

I’m certain my mouth must be hanging open and I must look like I’ve just met one of the royals. Which as cheesy as it sounds, might be true, I’m looking at a princess that’s the only explanation for the human being standing in front of me. The way she twirled around with such grace yet continues being one of the most clumsy people I know. Because if I hadn’t secured my hands on her hips I’m sure she would’ve fallen over. God, I love her.

I finally realize what she was trying to show me.

“It’s the dress!” I gasp, once I realize she’s wearing the short loose red dress that happens to be my favorite.

“Yes! Remember what I told you about it?” Of course I do, I think I remember every single word that leaves her mouth.

“That you’d only wear it on a very special occasion, where you’d do something crazy and want whoever saw you in it to remember how amazing you looked.” She smiles bigger and raises an eyebrow.

“I’ll definitely remember how you look in it. And can I just say I was right? That I’d be right there whenever you used it?” Her eyes shine with happiness and I’m sure mine must look the same. So in awe with the girl in front of me.

I pull her closer to me with my hands still resting on her hips.

“So what crazy thing are you doing tonight?” I whisper against her ear.

She kisses my neck and whispers right back. “I guess you’ll have to be a part of it to find out.”

She pulls away and sits down across from me.

Only then do I realize that our food has been placed on the table.

She picks up her glass of wine and smiles at me with her lips on the rim.

God, this girl will be the death of me.

A/N

Hey guys I’m so sorry I haven’t updated in ages life was hectic and still kind of is! I’m graduating this Tuesday and I had my finals. AND TOM HOLLAND WAS IN MY CITY ALONG WITH SEBASTIAN STAN AND A BUNCH OF OTHER AMAZING ACTORS. (I saw Seb and cried my eyes out and I tried to meet Tom but I wasn’t lucky :( ) BUT I PROMISE I’M BACK AT WRITING NORMALLY!

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I was curious if you’re even going to do scheduled postings - like every Monday or whatever. I’m just in love with this story & hope to get to read it more often. But no pressure what’s so ever quality over quantity always - never force it! Love your writing so much

aaah I honestly wish I was organized enough for that aaand I only have 15 days left of high school before I graduate (insane to even type that), so life is pretty hectic rn! my last finals week starts tomorrow, I already suck at concentrating to study so I couldn’t even imagine how it’d be if I were distracted with unprofessional crush! once they end I promise I’ll get back to posting unprofessional crush more frequently! and omg thank you so so much! you have no idea how much this warms my heart and makes me want to get back to writing as soon as I can! honestly thank you so so much! Xx

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Hiii!! How are you? Just wanted to let you know that I’ll be moving to another blog and deleting this one and I’m on your taglist so if it’s not too much trouble could you please swap this URL with ‘hollandfieldblurbs’? I’d like to continue reading your fics from my new blog, cause you’re awesome!! Thank you xxx

heyy, thank you for asking! I’m really good actually! @hollandfieldblurbs just removed the old one and added this one to the list! aww thank you so much!! Xx

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pls can i be tagged in unprofessional crush?? it's so good!!

aaah thank youu! of course, I'll add you rn!

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Can you tag me to Unprofessional Crush?

of course!! I just added you to the list :))

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Unprofessional Crush | Pt.10

Tom Holland x Celebrity!Reader

Summary: Two celebrities with huge crushes on one another. They always tend to be unprofessional and embarrassing when it comes to the other.

Word Count: 2.8k

Pairings: Tom Holland x reader ; PLATONIC!Harry Styles x reader

Warnings: cursing, angsty?

(Y/N)’s P.O.V.

His mouth continues trying to force mine into moving against his. I try to pull away desperately, in annoyance he only grabs my waist tighter pulling me towards him until my pelvis was smashed up against his. Bile rises up in my throat.

That seems to make me regain my senses. I use the disgust that fills my stomach to my favor, stepping on this asshole’s foot with the long heel of my stiletto. “Let. Go!” I hiss in anger and pure disgust.

“You bitch!” He yells in pain. The grip on my waist loosens and I’m able to pull away from him.

I’m quick to put some distance between us. Even though my legs are trembling, I fiercely look around for Cara until I find her being held back by another guy. She’s screaming and I’m amazed, not in a good way. I mean there are people all around us and no one. No one. Is helping us.

As I’m quickly stumbling towards her, our eyes meet. Whatever look is plastered on my face must’ve alarmed her because she seems to fight back even harder. Before I make it to her two security guards from the club help her and escort the asshole that was holding her. I’m surprised when a girl whispers something to one of the security guards and points towards me, the guard walks over and grabs onto someone who’s standing behind me. It’s the douchebag who just assaulted me.

My stomach twists and I actually feel like I’m about to throw up. I realize a pair of arms engulf me in a hug. That’s when I comprehend that I’m sobbing.

“Hey, hey. I’m here and I’m so sorry.” My british friend coos me and I become aware that she’s crying as well. I shake my head.

“It’s not your fault.” I squeeze he back. “Not your fault.” I mumble against her.

“Come on, let’s get out of here.” I nod numbly and let her drag me through the crowd, my head low hiding tears streaming down my face.

I look through my purse for my phone and call one of the driver’s Harper always has pick me up when I do these events. I try talking to him clearly, I must not be successful because Cara grabs my phone from me and tells him where we are.

So many thoughts go through my head as I cry angrily. I tighten my grip on my friend, grateful that she’s here. As I feel the cold air hit us, hundreds of flashes, paparazzi yelling, the shaking gets worse. Me and Cara fasten our pace to the car, still keeping my head low.

As the door shuts firmly and quickly behind us. Even though I was already crying, my eyes burn with unshed tears and the dam seems to break because now the tears seem unstoppable. I feel the muscles on my chin tremble making me look like a small child, my back to the window since the flashes are still going off trying to get pictures of us inside the car.

I shouldn’t have come. I shouldn't have come. This never would’ve happened.

“Yes, you should it's not your fault there are assholes who don't grasp the meaning of the word no.”

I must’ve said that aloud. My arms are wrapped around me and rubbing my forearms trying to wipe away the disgusting feeling of that coward’s grip on me.

“I told him I’m with someone and he-”

My eyes widen. And the static in my head, the one that’s been there since my last encounter with David, the side effect of this constant fear and stress seems to grow so loud that I can’t hear a thing besides my thoughts. The ones that are driving me crazy.

“Tom! Oh my- Oh no, no.” My hands are shaking so much that when I try to hold onto the phone Cara left on top of my thigh it just falls out of my grasp.

“You sure that’s a good idea? (Y/N) are you sure you want to call him? Shouldn’t you try to calm down a little? Even I’m shaken up and I wasn’t even kissed that asshole just wouldn’t let me get to you.” My friend says with such anger in her voice.

“Y-yes.” She looks at me with doubt on her face, I nod swallowing hard. “Yes,” I say with more conviction in my voice. “Cara imagine how awful it’ll be if he sees pictures or videos of that on the internet. And he will if I don’t call him right now. I’ll feel better if I know I was the one to tell him.” The model nods and hands me the cellphone she picked up a few seconds ago.

My blurry vision is able to see that it's now three in the morning meaning it’s eleven in London, so Tom should already be up and maybe even filming.

I press the phone to my ear. With every ring my heart seems to beat faster along with the shaking of my bones. Cara grabs my hand and squeezes it, when I look at her she smiles softly at me and mouths “love ya”. A small smile somehow makes its way to mouth and I return the action.

Only the small smile on my face instantly disappears as a thought crosses my mind.

“Hello?”

Holy fuck. Holy shit.

I remove the phone from my ear as if it were contaminated. I practically drop it once again, my shaky hand instantly presses the red button more times than necessary to end the call.

The realization that crossed my mind for less than a second made the entire situation twenty times scarier, consequently making the tears that had stoped return.

“What is it? What happened?” Cara asks desperately.

A humorless laugh escapes my mouth.

What shitty timing, really.

“Okay (Y/N) you’re looking like a mad woman right now. And you’re scaring me, what happened?”

“I-I-I…” She nods encouraging me to speak. “I love him.”

I slap my hand over my mouth as I say it. Now that the words are out there they seem so real and all the more true. “Cara, I love him.” I say slowly and confidently.

A huge smile is present on her face. Now she looks like the mad woman.

“Oh honey, have you only noticed this now? Even I knew you love him. Whenever you speak of him your eyes light up with such adoration and this cheesy smile covers your face.”

That makes me chuckle. “I love him? Oh my, I do! I have to call him he-” My tone becomes shaky once again. “Cara he can’t get mad at me, it’ll hurt too much. What do I do?”

“Call him and explain the entire situation, he won’t be mad. At least not towards you, it’s not your fault some shithead kissed you when you told him to not touch you.” I nod trying to calm down.

I look down at my phone and call him once more. Shit, he's probably already worried since I hung up on him.

“(Y/N) we’re here.” Cara whispers while opening the door, I follow behind her. We thank the driver and head towards my apartment building. The phone continues to ring.

As we step inside the elevator me and Cara have a small laughing fit, both our faces look like a mess, we’ve got mascara running down. As I remember why they were caused I seem to sober up instantly, pressing on mine and Harry’s floor.

“(Y/N)? Are you okay?” I almost let the phone go once more. Fuck, I have to hang up. As I’m about to pull the phone away, Cara presses it back to my ear.

“Talk to him!” She whisper shouts. I shake my head frantically.

“(Y/N)?” His soft voice almost makes me cry again. this time because of my new realization. I’m a mess.

“I can’t.” I whisper back.

“Yes you can. No go on talk to the man you love.” She says with a smile.

The last word makes my spine straighten itself instantly and the nerves multiply.

“Are you there?”

“Yes, yes I am and I have to tell you something.” I take a deep breath and close my eyes. I chicken out on the last second. “I’m sorry I hung up on you before.”

“It’s fine... You’re scaring me. Is everything okay?” He says sounding worried.

Stop! Stop worrying, stop being so perfect! I want to yell at him.

“You’ll be really sad at me, maybe even mad.” A sob rocks through my body and I start to cry yet again. I told you I’m a mess.

The doors open, we step out and I start fumbling for my keys. Cara grabs my purse and looks for them, forcing me to pay attention to my boyfriend on the other ned of the line.

He chuckles as if I’d just said something funny. “That’s impossible, the only way I’ll be mad is if you and Harry played Drunk Twister without me again.”

“No, it wasn’t that.” I whisper sadly, wishing it really was.

“Then it’s nothing to worry about.” I almost scoff at that if only he knew about the hurricane of emotions raging inside me. “Are you okay?”

Cara opens the door and we stumble in, she leads me to the couch already knowing my place as if it were hers.

“N-no, not really.” I sob, as much as I tried to hold it in, the pain came out like an uproar from my throat. I don’t deserve him, I’ve been lying to him about David and now this stupid kiss and he’s so sweet and good he deserves someone else, my heart aches, I’m so selfish I shouldn’t love him. I’m in love with Tom, holy shit that’s happening. This is happening. The tears start falling one after the other, with no sign of stopping. I muffle the sobs with my hand.

“(Y/N)!?” Harry’s worried voice echoes through our apartment. I look over the couch’s back and find him standing against the doorway. He presses the heels of his hands against his eyes trying to remove the sleepiness from his system.

A gasp escapes me as my breathing gets more ragged, causing Harry to remove his hands and narrow his eyes worriedly at me. I don’t deserve him either. I’m lying to him as well. I’m lying to everyone I love. Love. That word-

“(Y/N) what’s going on?” Tom’s voice snaps me back to the phone call.

Cara gets up from besides me. “I’ll explain everything to Harry, is that okay?” I nod tiredly. Wanting all this to go away.

“Tom I-I I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry.” I whisper not being able to raise my voice.

“What? (Y/N)? What for?” He sounds like he’s begging me, begging me to tell him what’s making me hurt so bad. Unfortunately it causes another wave of pain to wreck through me.

“I wanted to tell you before you found out through the media or something…” I rush out so quickly I don’t even understand myself.

“I need you to try and calm down, I can barely understand a word you’re saying.” He asks sternly. “Come on darling, take a deep breath for me.” I do as he says. “Okay, perfect now try and speak to me calmly.

As I’m about to explain I hear some yelling on his end of the line.

“Aren’t you busy? I’m not interrupting a scene or something am I?” I ask, the voice comes out small and shaky despite my efforts.

“No, no you aren’t. And even if you were whatever I was doing can wait, you're more important.” I smile and another small tear falls from my eye. “Now, let’s start from the beginning, hm?”

I nod and start explaining everything from the moment we left to the club to the part I dreaded to even remember of, as steadily as I can. Halfway through it Harry sits next to me and pulls me into his chest.

“And, I-I told him that I was with someone and that I didn’t want him to kiss me.” Harry squeezes me as if trying to encourage me. “I didn’t kiss him back... obviously! And I stepped on his toes with my stiletto’s heel!”

Silence is my answer and I don’t like it.

“Tom? Are...are you there?” I whisper as tears fall from my face and splatter onto Harry’s shirt.

“Yeah, I’m here.” He answers, his tone matching mine.

“I’m so sorry, I should have made it clearer or some-”

“Hey! No! What you did was perfect you told him no and he just happens to be a dick and doesn’t understand the meaning of it.” He answers back instantly.

“So, you’re not mad?” I ask timidly.

“Of course I am!” I choke on a sob. “Not with you! Definitely not at you! Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah just filling disgusted? And guilty?”

“You have nothing to feel guilty about, you hear me?”

“Mhm.” I nod shakily, trying to gulp down the despair in my chest.

But I do have reason to be guilty. I’m lying to everyone I love and trust! I want to scream that, but my throat seems to malfunction.

“I’m sorry... I just, you’re so amazing and I’m always the one bringing problems and confusion in you life and you don’t deserve this!” My knuckles turn white as I hold onto Harry’s t-shirt.

“Stop it. I mean it (Y/N) I’ve never been happier than I’ve been in these last few months. And yeah, sure we have some problems and maybe you’ve caused a few of them. But that normal. Every couple has them and has to go through them and I’m just glad that I have to go through them with you. I care for you a lot. It wasn’t your fault okay? I mean it.” He says this with a tone of despair, trying to get me to understand.

“You’re too good for me.” I whisper, my lips trembling.

“And you’re too good for me.” I scoff at that.

“Yeah and I’m the little mermaid’s lost sister.” I roll my eyes.

“That makes so much sense! I always knew there was something majestic about you when you were in the water! And something missing as well! I always thought there was something missing, now I know what it was, your tail!” A small smile curves itself on my lips.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Okay, I still care for you, little mermaid’s lost sister. So that’s why, as your prince charming, of course. I declare that you should go to bed and sleep so we can FaceTime tomorrow once I arrive at Venice and you’ve calmed down, hm what do you think?”

“I like it but at the same time I don’t.” I whine, still feeling guilty.

“Well, to bad for you because I told you that was a Royal order and I know you’re also royalty but that only counts when you’re in the water so off to bed you go. Okay?”

“Fine.” I huff out in annoyance.

“ I’m not mad okay? I promise, go to bed and rest. I miss you so much.”

“Miss you too.” And I love you, I freaking love you.

“Goodnight. I have to go some one’s yelling my name.” He hangs up and I don’t move.

“You okay?” Harry whispers against the crown of my head.

“No.” I whisper back, while nibbling on my lower lip.

“I wish I were there to kick that asshole in the balls.” A weak smile breaks through at this.

“I wish you were there too.” I finally notice that it’s only us in the living room. “Where’s Cara?”

“She was kind of shaken up so I told her she could shower and sleep in the guest room.” I nod, agreeing with his decision.

“Good, that’s what I was going to do.” I rest my chin on his chest and look up, he lowers his gaze to me. “Can I sleep with you tonight?”

“How else would you sleep tonight?” He actually looks offended. “Now come on.”

I stand up and quickly walk towards my bedroom, wanting to burn these clothes and take a shower immediately.

I think that was the longest shower I’ve ever had in my life. With the sulking and the fact that I cleaned my body at least three times, scrubbing so much until my skin was red and burning.

My fluffy sock clad feet softly drag me towards Harry’s room, one of Tom’s huge sweatshirts covers my body. I open the door to find my bestfriend half asleep, with my pillow already laying on my side of his bed.

As I approach him, he lifts the comforter inviting me in the confiness and warmth of his bed. I crawl underneath it and try to find a comfortable position.

“Sor-” I cover his mouth lazily.

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence. You’re my best friend, not my bodyguard you deserve to have some time without me. It wasn’t your fault and I’m slowly coming to terms with the fact that it also isn’t mine-”

“It isn’t your fault.” He interrupts, even though his voice is muffled because of my hand, he still sounds stern about it.

“Exactly so don't even think about it being yours. Now get over here and cuddle me to sleep.” I remove my hand, from his mouth.

“Thank you for being my friend Harry.”

“Thank you for being mine.”

I start to fight my eyes to stay open, my thoughts finally quieting down enough along with the static.

“I love him Harry.” His arms squeeze me.

“Not news to me.” My eyes continue to droop.

“It is to me.” I’m losing the fight. They close.

As I’m drifting off I don't even realize I’m vocalizing one of my recurring thoughts. Even though I’m stating it to only one of the two people I mean it to.

“Please... don’t leave me.”

A/N

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