H/t: Hair texture
Even though Tom considered himself a veteran to interviews, he couldn’t help his palms from clamming up for this particular interview. The Ellen Show had invited him to have a sit down, and Ellen being Ellen, would find some sort of dirt on the oldest Holland boy.
“So, Tom, you’re single, right?” She asked, leaning against the arm of her chair, a sly look playing across her features. He felt like she was up to something, but maybe he was just really nervous? There was no way Ellen could know anything. After all, Tom’s kept his and Y/n’s relationship a secret, for, like, seven months now? All of his hard work paid off, right?
“Yes! I’m very, very, painfully single,” he tried to be as relaxed as he could, but the way his eyes kept on shifting to the camera wasn’t very convincing. Or how his voice seemed to raise two octaves as he answered Ellen’s question.
Reaching behind her, for what Tom thought was a photo of god knows what, and placing it upside down on her lap. The look on Ellen’s face made Tom realize she knew his answer was pure bullshit.
“Oh really? Huh,” she acted surprised, but it wasn’t really convincing… C’mon, Ellen wouldn’t expose Tom’s relationship, would she? “I guess Y/n was wrong. Maybe she just has amazing photoshop skills or something,”
Tom almost spit out his water when she responded. “Pardon me?” He stammered, not connecting the dots quite yet.
“Y/n? L/n? She sent me a picture from her Snapchat of you two,”
“You- you know Y/n L/n?”
“Well she was Portia’s assistant for a pretty long time, Tom. I’m bound to know her,” Ellen deadpanned, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. You had told her the night before that it was time Tom and your’s relationship came out of the closet. After all, Tom has been pestering you about telling the fans for months on end.
Tom was in disbelief. Maybe it was shock, he didn’t know, be something was happening. You knew Ellen? The Ellen? Famous lesbian, Ellen? No. No, you would’ve told him. There was no possible way you knew Ellen. Well, obviously you knew who Ellen was, Tom’s been talking about this interview for days, but you couldn’t know her personnally. That just wasn’t possible.
“My… My girlfriend, Y/n? H/c hair, h/t, e/c eyes…?” He was smiling, he couldn’t help it.
“Yes! She didn’t tell you?” Ellen laughed, smiling herself.
“No! Y/n never told me anything! This is totally unfair!” Tom exclaimed, heart beating fast in his chest. He knew you were backstage, laughing at his cluelessness. Was it hot in here? His face felt hot.
“Oh! Wow, ok…” she said, turning towards the audience and camera. “Well, if you wanted to see the picture, it was actually Y/n and Tessa sleeping.”
A/n: Just a little request.
The Ellen Show//Tom Holland x Reader
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