Y/n's pov

It was about eight-thirty in the morning, we were walking around Genoa.

"It's hot out here," I sighed, using my phone to fan myself, which was semi-working.

"It is," Tom replied in agreement, using his phone to fan himself as well.

"Did you three want croissants?" my mom asked, as my dad was looking at a map on his phone.

"Uh, yes please," I said, knowing my mom already knew my answer but didn't want to "leave me out" of the decision.

"Sure," Tom smiled.

"Why, of course," Dylan said, pretending to be a proper man, which he was definitely not.

We walked over to a little bakery my dad had found, going in and getting some croissants. I got a plain one, while Tom got a chocolate one, Dylan getting a strawberry one.

We ate them, then walking out, to see a fountain, I was immediately drawn to it, pulling my phone out.

As I took a few pictures, I heard Dylan sniggering behind me.

"What?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing," Dylan said, pressing his lips together in a thin line, trying to suppress his laughter. "You're just taking photos again."

I rolled my eyes, about to say something when my mom so lovingly stopped us from getting into a fight.

"Do you three want pictures?" she asked, changing the subject, a loving but also somewhat threatening smile on her face, getting the message across to all of us that she didn't want us to fight and just enjoy the trip.

"Yes," Dylan and I said immediately, catching her drift, not wanting to get in trouble.

"Great," she said, a warm smile taking place on her face now. "Tom, you can get into the pictures as well, if you want-"

"He's going to," I said, dragging Tom over to the fountain.

"Okay, smile," my mom said, taking the pictures, while my dad was in the back, making dumb faces to make us laugh.

After a few of those, Tom bowed out, to make sure Dylan and I had some for our Instagram's. After that, I kicked Dylan out, so I could get some solo pictures,

"Tom, did you want some?" my mom asked after she finished getting mine.

"I would love some," Tom grinned, walking over to the fountain next to me, allowing us to get a few pictures, then some of himself. One of the photos was hard to make it seem as though I wasn't slightly freaking out, as Tom had his arm around me (but I lived so it's all good).

"Are you ever going to post those pictures?" I asked Tom as we walked to our next destination.

Tom replied with a shrug, seeming as though he was trying to find the right words.

"Maybe," he said finally, "I think we'll- I'll just have to watch what happens."

I nodded, still walking until I found out everyone else had stopped.

"Are we here?" I asked, looking at the small building in front of me.

"This, this is Christopher Columbus' house," my dad said, seeming to be a little disappointed at the small house in front of us.

"His parents raised like ten children in this house?" Dylan asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Five actually," I corrected, Dylan sighing, shaking his head in reply.

*time skip bc why not*

We were back in our room, Tom was sitting on the couch, as I was sitting right next to him, when his phone went off, which was at the bottom of his bag, on the other side of the room.

"The phone, the phone is ringing, there is an animal in trouble," his phone sang, making me smirk.

"There's an animal in trouble," Tom was blushing, trying to get to his phone, as it kept singing. "It's a baby penguin, he's stuck in an iceberg."

"Oooh," I said, singing along now, causing Tom's face to turn an even darker red as he scrambled through his bag, "a baby penguin caught on an iceberg."

"What's a penguin? What's an iceberg?" I sang after Tom picked up the phone, clearing his throat.

"Hello-" his voice cracked, I bit my lip trying my hardest not to laugh. "Hey, Chris, how are you?"

I stopped laughing, I was hoping it was who I thought it was.

"We're on the 'Deluxe Knot' right, Y/n?" Tom asked, covering the microphone.

"Yeah," I said, furrowing my eyebrows.

"Yeah, why?" he asked, the man over the phone, I was secretly hoping it wasn't another article. "We'll be over soon then."

Tom hung up, while I was staring at him, confused.

"We need to go to the library," he said nonchalantly as always.

"What?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It might have to do with Chris Evans," Tom shrugged as if it was nothing to meet Chris Evans.

"I- what-?" I spluttered.

Tom stood up. "Come on, Darling," he said, smiling.

I stood up, not sure what I was getting myself into, but figuring it would be okay since Tom was going to be there.

We left the room, leaving for the seventh floor, home to the library.

When we walked in, there was only one person in there, and he just happened to be hiding behind an old newspaper.

"Are all actors this bad at hiding?" I whispered to Tom.

Tom concealed a smile, with an "I'll answer that later" look.

"Pst, Tom, Y/n," said the not so hidden man behind the newspaper.

I tried to not laugh, as he seemed so secretive, even though there was no one else there, and we were only there for one person, which was him.

"Chris?" Tom asked, trying to seem as though he wasn't expecting to see the famous actor there.

"Hey, Tom," he said, putting the paper down, pretending nothing happened. "This must be Y/n then."

"That's me," I said awkwardly, trying to not fangirl now.

Chris shook my hand, which I shook, but then stupidly hugged him after.

"I'm glad you're here," Tom said, after, trying to distract all of us from that awkward hug. "But why are you here? You never exactly told me why."

"Oh," Chris said, realizing that as well, "I'm here to judge a 'Voice' like competition or something."

"The one I'm going to try out for?" I blurted out, thinking that one of my favorite actors was going to be a judge made me want to compete more, but also made me want to do the opposite so I wouldn't embarrass myself.

"That one," Tom said, nodding, "I read that there was going to be a famous judge on the panel and I guess it happened to be Chris here."

After a few minutes of Tom and Chris catching up, Chris pulled Tom aside to talk to him in private, as I started making my way back to the room.

While walking back, I did the only logical thing, fangirl.

Since I didn't want to do it while Chris was there, now was the perfect opportunity.

"Maybe I could do 'Electricity'," I thought, "no, I already performed it- I mean maybe that would be smarter to do-"

"Y/n are you okay?" Tom said, catching up to me, which wasn't hard since I had only made it to the elevators.

"No," I said blankly. "I need to pick the best song so I don't embarrass myself in front of Captain America- I mean Chris Evans."

Tom chuckled, softly. "Don't worry, Darling," he said, "I'll help you find the perfect song, I'll be here till the end of the line."

I punched him softly, a small smile appearing on my face as all of my nervous thoughts went away, as we started our way back to the room.

"What was that for?" Tom asked, raising an eyebrow. "My spidey-sense isn't working very well right now."

"They should really call it your 'Peter-tingle'," I said, refraining from laughing.

"I don't know how I feel about that," Tom said, "but I'll see."

*time skip brought to you by sail tape*

Tom, Kylee, David, and I were sitting in Tom and I's room, brainstorming what song I should sing.

David had apparently planned on entering the competition the first day we got on the boat, seeing a little poster about it when he got the clue for our scavenger hunt.

He had told us all about it, how he spent the last couple of days figuring out what song to sing, ending up choosing:

"'Take on Me' by a-ha," David said triumphantly, "it's only one of the greatest songs from the eighties that's now iconic.

"Nice," Tom said, nodding.

"What song are you doing Y/n?" Kylee asked.

"I don't know," I said awkwardly.

Kylee slowly nodded, thinking about something.

"We've spent only a couple of minutes trying to figure it out-" Tom shrugged, only to be cut off by Kylee.

"What if you did 'Electricity' from that one show?"

"Billie Eliot?" David asked, raising an eyebrow. "Ky, I didn't even know you knew about that musical."

"Tom is the only reason I know it," Kylee said, then checking her watch. "My parents actually wanted to see me and David, so we got to go."

David frowned, but waved Tom and me goodbye, leaving with Kylee, leaving just Tom and me in the room.

"I should probably start practicing then," I sighed, collapsing onto my comfortable bed.

"I can help you," Tom said, smiling, "after all, I was Billie Eliot."

I laughed (it was more of a snort, but whatever). "Yeah, when you were like ten."

Tom frowned, opening his mouth to say something.

"You can help me, though," I said, smiling.

That is how I, Y/n, "cooler than you'll ever be", L/n, got to hear Tom sing.

He was a bit rusty, as it had been a couple of years, but it was still amazing.

"You need to punch the words," Tom instructed me after about half an hour of me practicing.

It was hard to tell him I had already sung this song and didn't need his help, but I thought it was cute, so I let him "help" me, by acting as though I had never sung the song.

"Diction?" I asked as it was the more correct term.

"Yeah, that," Tom said, awkwardly. "Hey, I'm not a singer, so I don't know any of the practical terms."

I laughed softly, shaking my head, letting him go on.

I sang the songs a few more times until Tom thought it was amazing because it apparently was never not good.

"How about one more time, and then we should go and eat," Tom said. "I am starving."

I laughed, turning the song on again because I was starving and wanted to eat.

"I'm free!" I sang as the music finished.

I opened my eyes, to see Tom looking at me, his jaw dropped.

"Love- that was amazing," he said, "how did you do that?"

"You know, I have performed this song before, right?" I asked, concealing a smile.

Tom furrowed his eyebrow, "You did?" he asked. "Then why-?"

"Because how was I supposed to say no when you asked?"

Tom shook his head, but kissed me, softly.

"You are definitely going to win," Tom said softly when he pulled away.

"I hope I do," I said, smiling.

"Oh, you will, I know it," Tom said.

"Enough about that," I said, standing up. "I'm starving."

"Of course you are."

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