Tom & Zendaya In Boston

Airport

My impatient ass can't handle no amount of traffic or red lights today. I could RUN faster than it's taking me to get to the airport. Like, m'am, I haven't seen Tom in forever, didn't these cars understand I had somewhere important to go?

It physically pained me to refrain from speeding. God I wish cars could fly. This is absolute torture. I could not get there fast enough. I have to resist the urge to slam my horn at every car in sight.

After a couple million years, I could finally see the airport. God I almost kicked the door open and ran there myself.

Hey bae @ the airport now where r u

Just getting my luggage, waiting for you <3

K c u there <3

I'm cringing at those stupid hearts but at the same time, smiling like an idiot. I get out of my car, hoping no one recognizes me. I hurry into the airport, trying not to break out into a sprint. Fresh air hits my face and I feel calm for no reason at all.

Before I even entered the sliding glass windows, I start looking for Tom. It's a weird feeling, he's just one of the people that if I see in a massive crowd they just somehow stand out. Something about him, like I'm constantly looking for him. I recognize Tom's bush of messy brown hair, just about to lean down and grab his suitcase from the baggage carousel. It's as if he can feel me staring at him, he turns his head and I see his face light up, we run towards each other. Which is a big mistake.

"DAYYAAA," Tom screams.

"TOM," I scream back. I tower over him, making him tumble back a few steps.

"I've missed you so much," Tom says catching his breath.

"Yea I can tell, I missed you too," I laugh.

"How wa-"

"OH SHIT," I yell as I look past Tom's shoulder I saw what I recognized as his suitcase start to go back in the black drape-like things in the baggage carousel.

"TOM YOUR SUITCASE."

"OH SHIT," this was bad, the baggage carousel is HUGE, like, a LOT bigger than average. It would take us over another good 10 minutes to get that thing back.

"Thomas Stanley Holland why are you so stupid," I tease him and slap him lightly.

"Sorry, I just got too distracted with your face," he gives me puppy eyes, god, I'm so grateful that I don't blush. I prayed that he couldn't feel the heat radiating off my cheeks.

"Oh please," I roll my eyes.