Pairing: Mechanic!Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Summary: Life's been a bit boring and dull until Harrison introduces you to Tom

A/n: So, this is based off how I met by my bf and the beginning our relationship because why not? I've never seen a mechanic AU before and since my bf is a mechanic, mechanic!Tom is a must. I just changed some details and some names lol Also this is now 2 parts because it's long af so the next part will have A LOT more interaction!! It will be posted in 1 week from today!! Bold italics are thoughts!!

Daylight is falling to an end as you watch the sunset beyond the rows of corn before pulling into one of the only two driveways on your road. Your car screeches like two dying cats going at it an alley and you just know.

Your car comes to a stop beside your cousin's black, lifted Silverado before you put it in park. A groan falls from your lips, vibrating the back of your throat as you rest your head against the slightly cool leather of the steering wheel. Your fingers grip around the wheel a little tired, dreading your walk of shame into the house.

The walk into the house is slow but warm with the June weather, your feet almost dragging with every step until you reach the door. The door creaks open as you enter the chilled house, a stark contrast to the outdoors. You kick off your shoes against the shoe rack behind the door. With quiet steps, you start to make your way to your bedroom only to hear your cousin from down the hall.

"Hey, you know your--"

"Shut up!" You yell, still making your way to your room. "I know, brakes are bad."

You hear him laugh from his place in the living room as you enter your room, rolling your eyes. Sure, a good thing about your cousin being a mechanic is that he can actually fix your car when things go wrong and he actually knows when something is wrong. Very helpful, useful.

That said, a downside is that he always gets after you for everything. And sure, maybe the oil is very important and you shouldn't have gone a thousand miles over but that was just the one time. You know how to change a tire, check the oil (even though you're not quite sure why you need to know how), and how to check the tire pressure. Good enough. For you. Not Harrison.

"Can you make me an appointment for me brakes when you work again?" You holler, setting your things down in your room, setting yourself up to get out of your work clothes and into something far more comfortable.

"I could just text the group chat and see what everyone's doing tomorrow and change your brakes tomorrow." Harrison says, his words hovering over your footsteps as you make your way to the kitchen. "Cheaper."

"Yeah?"

Harrison nods with the quick raise of his brows. "Yep. Probably be quicker anyway and I think I have appointments most of the week and I'd only have two other techs work on your car since everyone else is fucking stupid."

"Yeah, I'd prefer if the manager who ran into the glass doors with a customer's car didn't work on my brakes. I wanna stop at a stop sign."

Harrison tilts his head as he laughs, nodding his head as he mentally recalls telling you the story of one of his managers literally backing up a customer's vehicle into the bay doors and breaking the bottom glass windows while also causing damage to the customer's car. Of course, it's not funny on the customer's part, but it being the manager caused a good laugh.

"Yeah," Harrison chuckles. "Fair enough, I'll message 'em and see what they say. What time you get off?" Harrison asks, reaching for his phone and opening the round chat bubble on his phone.

"I'll be home by seven unless you needed me to stop and get anything." You state with ease, Harrison raising a brow, waiting for you to explain further. "My turn to stop at the store."

Harrison nods dramatically before looking back to his phone, typing away at the half-dimmed screen. "Ah, yeah, no I don't need anything. Thanks, though."

"Yep." You state, popping the "p". "Lemme know if you change your mind."

"Will do." Harrison states before locking his phone. "If they're coming tomorrow though, you gotta try and socialize. You need friends."

You roll your eyes before sending Harrison a stern glare over the kitchen snack bar that separates the kitchen and living room. It's not that you don't like people. It's just that making friends, especially with working all the time and living somewhere new, is just hard. And sure, you know the people Harrison is friends with are all really chill and would welcome you into the group without question. Anyone chill with Harrison, especially family like you, is chill with them but whenever Harrison has them over for a bonfire or a random get together or just working on one of their cars, you feel as though you can't just walk out there. It's like you're intruding on this group of friends who all know about cars and all work or have worked together. You'd just feel like you were intruding on their time and Harrison never thinks to actually invite you, which is just how Harrison is. He doesn't think to invite you, he just hopes you'll come out one day. But, now it seems this is as close to an invite as you're gonna get. That said, you're not sure how much fun you'll have watching a few guys change brakes on your car.

"I'll at least say hi." You mutter.

"Good." Harrison grins at you. "Okay, Todd's gonna come but Chelsea is stuck at the shop until at least nine so she won't be able to come." Harrison says as he gives you the gist of the message on his screen. "Aannnddd," Harrison holds out the word as he reads a message. "Noah'll be here, too but Allie has school so she won't be here." Harrison explains. "Oh!" He says as another message comes through. "Tom's gonna come!"

"Oh?" You ask, quirking a brow.

You've heard of Todd and Chelsea, Chelsea works with Harrison and Todd's her husband. Harrison talks a bit about them and you know of Noah as well because Harrison tends to talk quite a bit about Noah and you've heard about Noah's girlfriend, Allie. You've actually met them in passing while they've been at the house, mostly when they've come in for some food or for the bathroom but you've met them nonetheless but you don't remember Harrison mentioning a Tom or having met a Tom before.

"He never comes out." Harrison states, seeing the confusion on your face. "Super cool though, think you'd like him."

"Good to know." You chuckle, more to yourself than anything. "Why doesn't he come out?"

Harrison shrugs his shoulders as he types away a message. "He's had a girlfriend and he's got other friends besides us so I think he just tries to satisfy them but think him and the girl broke up."

"Ah, makes sense."

"Yeah." Harrison says shortly. "Well, you get to meet him."

"Cool beans, I guess." You laugh softly before starting to turn away. "Well, thanks again, I'm gonna grab a Cup-A-Noodles and head to my room and go to bed. I'll see you....?"

"After, I've to be there at fuckin' six."

"Ew." You scrunch your nose before gaining a grin. "Don't gotta be there till nine."

"Shut the fuck up." Harrison groans, obviously not looking forward to having to wake up at five in the morning just to be at work by six.

A laugh leaves your lips as you finish the short walk to your room and close the door behind you, calling it a night for yourself once you've finished your food.

With your music blaring and windows vibrating with the bass, you take the turn into your driveway and spot three cars, not including Harrison's truck. A black Jeep Cherokee which you know to be Todd's, a black Chrysler 300 which you know to be Noah's, and a blue Ford Focus which, if you're taking an educated guess on process of elimination, that must be Tom's car.

The boys all come into view from the pole barn, still standing inside and directing you to go ahead and pull in. The doors open fully giving your Escape plenty of room on either side, the boys only helping you stop before you were to hit any of the equipment or units. Once the car is parked, you shut the car off and grab your things, exiting your car to be met with Harrison.

"Okay, so," Harrison starts as soon as you shut the door. "Pretty sure you met Todd and Noah, so that's Tom." Harrison motions towards the only boy you don't know who has pretty brown hair with soft curls and brown eyes, dressed in the black uniform of the mechanics shop still, pants tucked into his brown boots. The bottom half of a black and grey tattoo of the UK flag peeking out from his short-sleeved shirt.

Oh.

He nods at you with a soft and shy smile. "Hi." He says, taking a few steps forward, offering a hand out and you take it softly.

"Hey." You match his smile, taking note in how rough his hands are and the random but small bits of smudged oil and grease decorating his nose and cheek.

Cute.

"This is my cousin, y/n." Harrison states.

"Nice to meet you." Tom says and this time, his voice is a little louder, giving you the proper opportunity to hear his accent, catching you slightly off guard but you don't let your face say that.

"You, too." You state with ease, the two of you releasing each other's hands.

Tom gives you a final smile before walking over to Noah and you're left beside Harrison. Sure, apparently, Tom's had a girlfriend and seeing him, you can see how. But, you didn't think Harrison actually had any friends that were your type. Todd and Noah aren't bad looking, they're just not your type but Tom has you smiling to yourself like an idiot with just a shy smile.

How can a person be that cute? So cute that you're almost in a state of shock and you kind of want to learn everything about a car and whatever else that boy might be into because someone that cute has to have good interests.

"Y/n?" Harrison asks quietly, a chuckle leaving his lips when your eyes widen as you snap your attention to him.

"Hm?"

"You're drooling." Harrison laughs, but he keeps it quiet as to not attract the attention of the other guys.

"Why didn't you tell me you had cute friends? And not just cute, I mean, what the fuck oof."

Harrison rests a hand on your shoulder, trying to control his laughter. "I told you, he had a girlfriend but I got you." He urges and a sly grin pulls at his lip, immediately making the lust at first sight vanish.

"I swear to fuck--"

"I'll be your wingman." Harrison keeps his voice urging, almost teasing but fully serious."

"I will murder you."

"You won't survive prison." Harrison quips.

"I'd only go to prison if I get caught."

"You can't carry my body and you don't have friends to help you."

"Honestly, go fuck yourself. Don't fucking do anything." You roll your eyes, brushing his hand off of you. "I'm going inside before you embarrass me." You scrunch your nose at him with annoyance before looking back at the guys with a kind smile. "Thank you guys for doing this, I'm going in."

"Anytime!" Todd chimes, his deep voice bellowing in the large area.

You head for the door of the barn, allowing yourself out mentally reminding yourself not to look behind you, not to make your immediate attraction to Tom too obvious, if it wasn't already. Maybe you're not the most subtle person when it comes to who you find attractive.

Normally, you're not a super shy person, you're not an extrovert but you can make do with those around you with minimal issues, on the outside but when it comes to someone you find attractive, that's it. It's written in across your face and the way you pick at your fingers, or your keys, or the cap to a water bottle and the shy smile that just won't budge. It's obvious and you know with every step you take to the house.

Truthfully, it never really bothers you if people know if you find them cute or not because you're never gonna see them again so what's it matter? But Tom? He's actually you're cousin's friend. Who works with him. You will see him again and if what Harrison said is true, that he's coming around because he no longer has a girlfriend, you'll likely be seeing a decent amount of him. So, now it's bothering you that you can't seem to hide the lust at first sight and what better way to solve this problem than a facetime call with your best friend?

After getting inside and making yourself perfectly comfortable in pajamas in your bed, your favorite film playing on the tv as background, and a bowl of popcorn beside you, you call up your best friend after a single text from you saying "cute boy, send help".

"Okay, so how cute?" Your friend, Zanna. "Like scale of Chris Hemsworth to Jake Gyllenhaal?"

"Oh Jake Gyllenhaal, for sure." You respond with a laugh.

"GET HIM!!!" She yells, her face getting closer to the screen.

You blink, trying to keep a blank expression. "I'm not gonna be a rebound! And he's Harrison's friend, do you know how bad that--"

"Oh shut the hell up. You've been single, uh, for years. You complain about it--"

"Barely!!"

"Whatever," Zanna rolls her eyes, waving one hand. "You're settled living there and you don't have any friends anyway. So, what's the worst thing that could happen if you talked to him?"

You raise your brows and you know that really, the worst thing that could happen is that he'd ignore you and it'd hurt, obviously because being ignored by anyone generally sucks, but you'd get over it in a day or two because you don't even know the guy. But, that's not exactly the point. The worst that could happen, if he talks to you, is that you get your heart broken and it ends in shambles.

"Everything?" You raise the question making Zanna grown.

"Okay, so ask Harrison about him. If he's that cute, fuck it."

With that, she makes a valid point. Tom is beyond cute, words can't even fully describe it and the whole mechanic thing just adds another level of hot so really, she's right. You should just say fuck it and walk right back out there and spark up a conversation. But how?

How do you even talk to someone? The last time, years ago, you asked for a guy's number, you swore you'd never do it again because not only did he have a girlfriend but he still offered you his Instagram and you couldn't spell it so it was just a cringe disaster. So that could happen again. And what do you even say? You know the absolute bare minimum about cars. This is his career, basically. How are you supposed to match that? What do you talk about?

"Hello?" Zanna asks, holding out the word to get your attention.

"Yeah, but.... I suck." You laugh softly.

"You don't suck, oh my gosh." She rolls her eyes, groaning. "You're just awkward."

You narrow your eyes, showing your distaste with the comment. "Gee, thanks, buddy."

She lets out a laugh, widening her eyes. "No, it plays in your favor because you're the cute awkward. People think it's cute, so take advantage of it. Or just ask Harrison to help you."

"I guess." Your voice is low as you look to your bowl of popcorn. "I still don't want to be a rebound so there is still that problem."

"Okay, fuck that rebound shit. It doesn't mean anything. So what if you're the first person someone dates after a breakup? Most people date more than one person in their lifetime. So, by that logic, most people are someone's rebound. It doesn't mean anything, dude."

"Yeah, I mean you're right but--"

"No buts, I am right."

"But what if I would be the kind of rebound he'd use to get over his ex?"

"So what? He's hot, right? So maybe he uses you to get over his ex, then you still get to fuck around with someone who's Jake Gyllenhaal hot. I don't see a downside to this." Zanna cracks a smirk your way making you shaking your head but your hard and worried exterior breaks with a small smile.

"Yeah, but how do--"

"I swear, you need to stop thinking so much."

"I can't." You say through a laugh.

Zanna blinks at you, unamused just as you did to her a few minutes prior. "I literally don't fucking care. Put on your big girl panties and go talk to him or I will fly up there and I'll talk to him and hook up with him."

You gasp, brows furrowing together with your jaw hanging. "Now that's just rude. I want you with Harrison."

"Guess you better get talking." Zanna mocks, grinning ear-to-ear.

"Honestly, fuck off." You grab some popcorn, shoving it into your mouth.

"Okay, pro-tip, don't eat like that around him."

"Bold of you to assume I'll get past talking to him."

"Shut up and go talk to him."

"I wanna finish my popcorn and then sleep. I have work tomorrow."

Zanna rolls her eyes once more. "You're avoiding it. So you better talk to him the next time he comes over."

"I'm not making any promises--"

"Uggghhhh." Zanna hangs her head, the loudest groan escaping her lips.

"I wasn't done! I'll talk to Harrison tomorrow."

"Good!" Zanna yells, eyes wide. "Finish your food and keep me updated."

"Mhm." You smile before ending the call.

Zanna is right and you do know that. It's really not that hard to talk but you always get tongue-tied and nervous, you end up just either not saying a single word or you don't stop talking. There's no in-between and you can't help but always feel embarrassed by it. But, the thing is that you don't know anything about this guy besides he's proud to be British and he's a mechanic. That's it. Because Harrison hasn't really said anything about him so for all you know, he's actually a dick with terrible morals. So, what harm could it do by just starting a conversation? Maybe Harrison could at least give you a topic to start on. Maybe. If he wants to be nice and hook you up. Maybe.

You're snapped from your thoughts when you hear the door to the garage open and shut. You listen to the footsteps, immediately knowing it's Harrison. His bedroom door opens and you don't hear any voices or any other footsteps so really, what better time to ask Harrison about Tom than now? You just finished your popcorn and your call with Zanna so this should be it. It's stuck in your head to talk to him and if you wait until later or tomorrow, you'll likely talk yourself out of it. So, fuck it, right?

"Haz?" You knock on the door after forcing yourself to actually get up and talk to him.

"Sup?" He asks, looking through a case of tools on his floor.

"So....Tom..." You start, not exactly sure how to start.

How do you tell your cousin his friend is hot?

You hear him chuckle before he nods his head. "What 'bout him?"

"He's really cute." You spit the words out, an uncontrollable smile taking over your face.

"So, go talk to him." Harrison laughs, looking over his shoulder at you, a ratchet in hand.

"I can't! How do I even start a conversation? What's he even into? I don't know anything about him. I'm just saying he's cute!" You ramble the words out all in one breath as if you were completely backtracking your comment about him being cute.

What's the point in telling Harrison if I'm not going to talk to him?

"Then why'd you tell me you think he's cute?" Harrison stands up, narrowing his eyes at you while quirking one of his brows.

You look to the floor, shrugging your shoulders, the smile coming back. "Well, do you like wanna help me out? Ya know, hook me up."

"No." Harrison shakes his head, another laugh leaving his lips as he walks towards you.

"What?" You yell, eyes widening with the word. You were sure he'd be down to help you. He even mentioned not long ago about how you should get out there. Now that it's his friend, it's not okay? "Why not? You said out there you'd be my wingman."

"I was trying to fuck with you. I'm your cousin, not your wingman." Harrison laughs, shooing you away from the doorframe so he can exit his room and shut his door.

"Yeah, you're my cousin so shouldn't you want to help?"

"Yeah, but you can do it on your own. He's chill, you can talk to him." Harrison rests a hand on your shoulder that you can't tell if it's supposed to be reassuring or joking.

"I don't do that though."

"I don't know what to tell you then. I gotta finish your brakes though." Harrison grins, heading back towards the garage door. "He'll be here for a while if you change your mind."

"Mhm." You hum, watching Harrison leave the house.

It's not that you don't really want to go back out there, it's that they're working on your brakes so if you go out there, they could ignore you. Not to be rude of course, but because they're guys who are friends working on a car. And you don't really want to get in the way or pull Tom away from anyone, if he'd want to talk to you, that is. As Harrison said, he hasn't really hung out with them a lot so this has to be nice for all of them, you really don't want to interrupt. So, you go back to your room and figure, maybe next time you'll try to talk to him. Maybe.

The next day rolls around and to say you were a little more tired than usual would be an understatement. You'd fallen asleep the night before perfectly fine but about two hours after you'd fallen asleep, someone's car had woken you up. The loud rubble could be heard perfectly throughout your whole room and thanks to that, you couldn't fall back asleep. The rest of the night was spent tossing and turning, leaving you with about a total of three hours of sleep.

With only three hours of sleep came a slow work day and minimal thinking. By the end of your workday, you'd essentially forgotten about Harrison refusing to be your wingman and his extremely cute friend. Those things weren't what your brain was solely focused on. You were ready to go home for the weekend and sleep. That's it. Just sleep.

Fridays, lucky for you, aren't your long workdays. The latest you work until is three so you're home by four and ready for a nap by five once you've gotten something to eat. You can nap for an hour and still have a good portion of your night to do your usual tv binge and endless scrolling through social media with a YouTube video in between. The usual nights. Or it's supposed to be anyway.

You'd woken up around six and have been watching an episode of the show you've recently started rewatching when you hear Harrison come home. Normal nights involve him going to his room, doing whatever it is he does, grabbing some food, and then he either comes to your room when he's done or you both end up meeting in the kitchen to catch up on your day. Tonight though, he came straight for your room, knocking first and only entering once you give him the okay.

"Yo." Harrison greets, taking a few steps in, you watching him with suspicious eyes from your bed.

"Yo." You mimic.

"Tom wants your Snapchat." Harrison says, the smirk across his face almost tells you he's fucking you, almost.

Your heart stops and your eyes widen as you move your computer off of your lap. "Huh?"

Harrison chuckles, gesturing a hand out. "Yeah, he's here and he wants your Snapchat."

"What? How? What'd you do? What'd you even say? I thought you weren't gonna be my wingman? What do I do? Do I just--" The words are spilling from your lips faster than Harrison can possibly keep up.

"Chill, fuck's sake. Everyone's here for a bonfire so just go out there and ask him for his. I didn't do anything, by the way." Harrison states, making sure you know that he's still not your wingman.

"I don't get it?"

"He just messaged the group chat and asked for your Snapchat."

"And you didn't think to give it to him for me?" You question, tossing your hands out.

He knows how freaked out you get when you talk to anyone you find attractive and he knows you can be really awkward. This isn't some hidden information, especially from Harrison. He's seen you slip on your words countless times and now he's setting you up for it when he could have just given Tom your Snapchat. It could have been that easy.

"Not your wingman." He chuckles before he shrugs with the change of worry on your face. "It'll get you to talk to him, in person even if you just ask for it. And he asked for yours so it's not like it'll be weird." Harrison finishes as he turns to walk away.

"You're just gonna leave?!" You yell, nearly jumping out of your bed after him.

"Uh, yeah? Everyone's here." Harrison says as if you should have known.

"But, you can at least wait for me so I'm not walking out alone." It's almost a whine that leaves your lips.

"Oh my gosh, no just put some clothes on and go out there." Harison rolls his eyes before turning away from you and making his way back towards the door, opening it and leaving you in the hallway.

Awesome. Lovely. Great cousin.

So, you're just supposed to walk out there, up to some random guy you think is cute and ask for his Snapchat? In front of everyone? Oh yeah that's not completely terrifying you and making your hands shake and turn clammy with just the thought.

What if it's a joke though? What if he was just kidding and Harrison is fucking with me? What then? But Harrison wouldn't do that me. So, the guy must be serious and this should be okay but what if it's not?

You shake your head, the thoughts tumbling over each other while you go back to your room. Harrison wouldn't set you up for failure and you know that. You know that but this is still terrifying and you can't figure out why but it is. But, if you don't go out there, Tom will think you're not interested even if Harrison told him you are.

Did Harrison tell him I'm interested? Is that what got him to ask for my Snapchat? Fuck.

You have to go now. You don't have a choice because you are interested. He's too cute not to be so you have to just say fuck it and grab some clothes, not stay in your pajamas. Jeans and t-shirt. Simple and still you. It's not like it really matters anyway, he saw you in your work clothes and post-work anyway, so this is really a step up. So, you gather all of your courage and make your way for the garage where you can hear everyone talking.

The garage is bright with the lights on, everyone scattered about, at least two different conversations going at the same time. And you see him. Black shirt with purple and white writing on the back of it. Black basketball shorts hang from his hips and black and white Nikes match the outfit.

Even from the back he's hot as hell.

And in a moment, it's like you have tunnel vision. Everyone is talking around you but it's all just blurred dialogue as your eyes are set on the back of Tom's shirt, your feet moving towards him and as if it were all just in a single breath, you're standing in front of him. You don't even have time to think before your mouth just moves and the words come out of your mouth, hands shaking at your sides.

"Harrison said you asked for my Snapchat?"

Tom's eyes widen, looking a bit shocked. Whether he was shocked you were asking about it or that Harrison told you, is beyond him but it didn't really matter because he gains a gentle smile and nods softly. "Oh, yeah, I did."

You return the smile, pulling up your phone and going to your Snapchat app and to the screen with the code and your handle. You hold it up to him, your phone visibly shaking with your hand. "Oh okay, uh, here."

The smile doesn't leave his face as he pulls out his phone, opens his app, and takes a picture of your Snapchat code, adding you to his.

"Thanks." He says quietly.

"You're welcome." You respond, still completely oblivious to the conversations around you and the few wandering eyes landing on you and Tom.

And it's kind of weird because it seemed to go smoothly and you just didn't expect it to. But, now you're just standing there, looking at him and you're not even sure what to do.

Do you start a conversation? Or do you go back inside? Do you talk with one of the other people around? Is that overstepping? There's not exactly a manual for this kind of stuff but boy do you fucking wish there was in this moment because just staring at him is starting to feel extremely awkward and you feel heat rising to your face.

"I'm, uh, I'm gonna go inside. I've got some stuff I have to do." You say, mentally cringing at yourself for the words.

"Okay." He chuckles quietly, moving to the side so you have better access to the walkway back to the house. "I'll message you later." Tom says with a kind but shy smile and it makes your stomach do summersaults.

"Okay." You return the same smile, going right back into the house and leaning against the door, letting out a breath of relief.

You pull your phone in front of your face, looking at the Snapchat screen where it says someone has added you. And it's right there, Tom Holland and it's nice knowing his last name. Butterflies swarm your bones and if you're being honest, you're nervous to see when he'll message you and what about. The first conversation is always nerve-racking. But, your nerves don't show on messaging which is good for you. So, for now, you go back into your room, typing a long paragraph to Zanna about what just happened and turn on a movie.

By the time you're sat back on your bed, your phone dings with a new Snapchat and your stomach drops as you fumble for your phone. The Snapchat logo appears with:

Tom Holland

An uncontrollable smile stretches across your face as you open your phone, clicking the snap. It's a dark picture of him taken from below his face, just the orange glow of a bonfire lighting up his face, (Harrison must have gotten a fire started), his stare is set ahead of him and normally, this is a horrible angle. No one looks good taking a selfie from the bottom. Besides Tom, apparently.

"Hey."

It's a simple word which only requires a simple response so you swap to your front-facing camera, fixing your hair a little bit but not too much to make sure it's not obvious but also so you still look decent. And you adjust your position to make sure you can take a picture from the perfect angle even though you come to realize it's kind of pointless since he just saw you. So, you take a quick picture and type out 'hey'.

In just a few moments, a snap comes through yet again, him asking what's up, same angle as before and just as attractive. So, you respond with watching a movie and that granted you an actual picture of him looking at the camera.

"Thought you had stuff to do?"

Oh.

You look up in the picture with a half-smile. "Watching a movie is stuff."

The next snap contains him smiling as if he'd laughed at what you said. "That's true, what movie?"

"Scream."

A horror movie, a slasher movie at that, but it is one of your favorites so you are shameless with your undying love for the film and truthfully, this gives you perfect insight to his movie taste.

"Never seen it." He's giving you the yikes expression and without hesitation, you send him a gasping one.

"You have to watch it! It's the best horror movie!!"

A smiley and rose-tinted cheeked Tom appears in the next snap. "Okay, okay I'll watch it lol."

The conversation continues, a snap being sent to you every few minutes, sometimes longer than others which you fully expect given he is hanging out with everyone. And while conversations via messaging are always easier, this feels simple.

It's easy and you're a little nervous but it's all the good kind of nervous and you're not afraid of saying the wrong thing and as the night goes on and snaps come and go, you start to care less and less about what you look like in your pictures, something that's never really happened before, not this soon anyway.

It's only been about three hours of talking with him and it's so easy like you've been friends forever. But, then again, maybe that's why Harrison likes him, he's easy to get along with and he's kind. It's all very basic conversation, movie and tv, work stuff, simple and basic but it's still fun. Tom's making it entertaining and maybe it's because he's ungodly cute or maybe that's just how it is with him. Regardless, you're not complaining, you're just glad to be having a conversation with him.

Even with a fun conversation, sleep starts to call your name. You'd love to talk to him all night but you're not gonna give up sleep to talk to a boy, not the first night anyway. So, you tell him you're heading to bed and this time, he responds immediately.

"Goodnight sweet dreams, talk to you tomorrow?" He looks a little sad in the picture but respects you wanting to get some sleep.

So cute.

"Of course." You smile at the camera, innocent and sweet before hitting send and allowing yourself to get comfortable for bed.

Within minutes, you're fast asleep. Happy and bubbly still, smile still on your face.

Your phone goes off again and again throughout your workday. And you've been talking to Tom since you woke up at eight, something that's become the usual over the past week.

The days have flown by as if being one consecutive day all because of Tom. And there's a part of you that's screaming from the inside because Harrison always has everyone over and he hasn't for the past week which means you haven't seen Tom because you are not going to ask him to hang out first. You'd rather wait and see if he's gonna ask first or if Harrison will have everyone over. That seems the better way, the easier way, less nerve-racking way. So, while you want to see him again, you're enjoying the all-day conversations.

You've talked about film and tv, music and hobbies, your families and career paths. It seems you both keep devouring conversation topics without ever getting bored or getting stuck. The longest either of you go without replying is a few hours for sleep and maybe an hour here and there between work and his workout schedule (another thing you got to find out thanks to his very nice Snapchat story of him working out).

One conversation that stuck out though was him offering to teach you about cars and how to fix a few things. Of course, you'd never had a lot of interest because if you did, you'd just ask Harrison but since it's Tom's interest, it's now yours and knowing about your car and how to fix certain things isn't a bad thing. Plus, it's a lot cheaper to do it yourself than to bring in to an auto shop or the dealership and have them fix it. Labor can be costly. So, you take him up on the opportunity and he said the two of you would just have to plan a day and he can show you stuff about your own car and his since his is a bit older.

Your Snapchat goes off for probably the thousandth time as you pull into the driveway. Without even thinking about it, you open the app once your car is in park.

Tom's dressed in his black mechanic's uniform, smudges of oil and grease decorate his face and he's not looking directly at the camera but a smile is tugging at his lips.

"Harrison's having everyone over, you gonna be home?"

Your heart stops and suddenly, your whole body is giddy and it's about damn time Harrison is having another fire.

You take a picture of the pole barn doors in front of you, showing that you were already home, which you know he knows since the last snap you sent was that you were heading home finally.

"Yeah, I have no plans to leave again lol."

You close the app and grab your things, heading inside and before you can even reach the garage, Tom sends another snap.

"I can't wait to see you tonight then." His cheeks are softly tinted, eyes still not fixed on the screen and your stomach fills with butterflies, hands immediately feeling clammy at the thought of being able to actually see him, the thing you've been wanting to do for nearly a week.

You take a picture of your shoes given the fact you're still trying to walk inside. "I can't wait to see you, either."

A pep in your step gains as the Snapchat sends and you get inside the house, ready to fix your makeup and switch into some other type of clothes. Knowing Harrison's work schedule, you'll have about two hours before anyone starts showing up, Tom included so you have two hours to eat and make yourself look like you don't hate your job and lack of sleep from talking to Tom isn't slowly killing you. Which really isn't that hard because the excitement flooding your veins takes over the exhaustion.

You hear the garage door open from your room, just as you finished getting ready, making sure to look good but not like you actively tried too hard. And then your Snapchat sounds, this time a picture of the inside of Tom's car saying he was there and everything freezes for a second.

You're gonna go out there and talk to him in person and maybe not trip over your words. But if you do, maybe he'll just think it's cute since he's been talking to you non stop so he'll have to know it's just nerves. Regardless though, you don't have any time to really talk yourself up to go out there, you have to go out there now because you viewed his snap and you're sure he knows you did thanks to read receipts. So, you grab your shoes and head outside, meeting Harrison in the garage while two other cars show up, the black Chrysler and black Cherokee.

You exit the garage just as everyone starts to exit their cars, two of them holding a case of Bud Light. And you take notice in another car pulling up which you know to be Ashley's, Harrison's ex from a while ago that he occasionally "talks" to and that makes you feel a lot better because at least you've been around Ashley and actually know her and can talk to her so if shit starts going south, you won't have to drag Harrison away. Instead, you have another girl to help you.

But, your attention leaves Ashley as Harrison walks up to her and Tom comes into your site. He's standing by Todd, Chelsea, Noah, and Allie, laughing at something one of them said that you definitely didn't hear and you could swear right then and there that he has the best laugh you have ever heard. It starts as a quiet and soft, throaty laugh and turns into a full-blown stomach-aching laugh, his head tilting back while his eyes squint and his nose scrunches, his arms pulling in closer to his body. And you know you're fucked when the laugh gets you.