what goes around comes around

*chapter 8*

Your POV*
Today's the day that Tom, Harry and I fly out to New York for the met gala. I am going as Toms assistant and not his wife. This morning I woke up feeling a little sick and had really bad cramps but thought nothing of it until I actually threw up. "Maybe you should go the doctors when we get home?" Tom suggested. "Yeah maybe I should." I responded. The hotel door went, Harry opens it revealing our met gala looks at the door along with a hair stylist and makeup artist. Half an hour later Tom is looking wonderful in his navy suit, and I am all dressed in a black tight fitting ball gown with a slit running down my left leg showing a pair of the new design of McQueen trainers. "Y/n you look..." Harry starts but Tom interrupts him by saying "you look amazing dear." Tom and I both take off our wedding rings and swap them over. He takes mine and places in his top left pocket on the inside of his suit jacket where as I place his on a chair and around my neck.

We pull up outside the museum. Tom gets out the car followed by me and Harry. We take some photos before Harry and I walk linking arms in allowing Tom to do the necessary interviews. He joins us once again as we sit down getting ready for the meal. "So Tom how are you?" Harry Styles asks him, Harry is one of this years co chairs. "I am really well, thanks, and yourself?" Tom responds. "I am wonderful thank you." The food comes out all quickly and we eat it all up. Kim Kardashian comes up to us. "Excuse me, are you Tom Holland?" She asks. "Yeah I am." He responds hugging her. Kim and Tom talk for a little longer before Tom looks at me. "Miss Becker!" He says grabbing my attention 100%. "Yes sir?" I respond. "As my other assistant has disappeared could you please accompany me to the phone I need to make a phone call." He states. We both stand up and link arms, heading towards the phone.

"Hey y/n!" Harry shouts. "Mr styles what can I do for you." I question. "I was wondering whether I could get your phone number?" He asks. "Harry styles wants my phone number!" I say and I feel Toms arm unlink from mine and around my waist gripping it tightly. It almost hurts but his move gives me butterflies. "Yes he does and would love to take you on a date." "Harry sign this." I state getting out a small piece of paper from my bag. He does as asked which I then reveal the paper to be another NDA about mine and Toms marriage. "You see mr styles as much as I would love to go on a date with you I am married to the love of my life here." I respond gesturing towards Tom. "But neither of you wear wedding bands?" He questions. "Around her neck is mine." Tom smirks. "Top left pocket in his jacket is mine." I say. Harry almost fake smiles and turns around to walk away but before he does Tom stops him. "I also have her initials tattooed on the bottom of my foot." Tom says and I look at him confused. "You do?" I ask. "I do princess." He smiles back at me and kisses my cheek. Harry then walks away from us as we continue to walk to the phone. Tom stops walking and turns me against the wall pushing himself against me as he kisses my lips. His hands run to the back of my neck. I try and pull away from him but his grip is so tight that I can't. "I need you now!" Tom says. "So needy honey." I giggle. "But I guess I need you to fuck me." I respond. "Ditch the after party?" Tom asks. "Yes." I sort of moan as Tom attaches his lips to my neck.

A few hours later Tom, Harry and I are walking back out to the car. "Straight back to the hotel please." Tom asks. "What no after party?" Harry questions. "Because someone is needing to get fucked." Tom responds. "Yeah sorry Harry." I say. "Don't need to know anymore!" Harry shouts. We soon pull up outside the hotel. We walk inside the lobby to the lift that takes me and Tom to our floor. As soon as we are in our room he goes in his pocket pulling out my wedding ring, Tom gets down one knee he takes my hand in his placing the ring on my finger. He stands back up and goes behind my body kissing my neck undoing my necklace taking back his ring, he picks me up and lays me down on the couch. He kisses me grabbing at any part of my body he could. Our kiss quickly becomes heated and needy, that is until I get a sickly feeling in my stomach. "Tom." I say. "Yes princess he responds kissing me again. "Get off me please." I say tears forming in my eyes. "Angel what's up?" He says getting off me holding his hand out and pulling me into his arms. "Oh god." I respond, getting up from the sofa and running towards the bathroom.

"Honey are you ok?" Tom questions. "Yeah I'm gonna have a bath, you wanna join me?" I ask. The door to the bathroom opens and Tom walks in. The bath filled up quickly. Tom striped me of my dress kissing all over my body carefully. He lifted me up, bridal style placing me in the bath. "Sit forward love." He says softly. I do as asked and Tom gets in behind me, he pulls me backwards so my back is resting on his chest. He moves one hand around to rest on my stomach and the other under my chest. He holds me so close that all I feel is content and happy in his arms. "y/n Holland I love you with all of me." He says breaking our silence. "I love you too." I respond with out hesitation. He puts on the tv that's in the bathroom and we watch an episode of greys anatomy.

We get out of the bath at the same time. Tom swings me into his arms wrapping me in a towel. He puts on my pjs before we both climb into bed. Tom pulls me into his arms cuddling me. Messing with my ear. Tom whispers sweet nothings in my ears. "Tom?" I whisper half asleep. "Yes honey." He responds. "We need to go to La tomorrow I have a meeting with LAPD." I say. "That's fine love I'll call the pilot tomorrow, I'm sure I could organise a meeting for Spider-Man 3 tomorrow." "Good night my love." I say. "Goodnight angel face." He responds.