Tom & Zendaya In Boston

Hotel

Zendaya's POV

We pull up to my hotel. We leave my car there and let the valet parking people take care of it. Tom quickly rushes out of the car and to my side of the door and swings open the door lending me a hand. "Thanks," I can't help the smile that escapes from my lips. He doesn't let go of my hand. He keeps on gripping it even as we walk past the front desk, up the elevator, and into the hotel room, which is honestly more like a luxury apartment. 

 "Wow, this is huge!" 

 "Yeah, best part, I don't even need to pay for it," I say with a laugh.

"So unfair, I want that too!"

"Sorry, maybe when you become more famous, like me," I say with a hair flip.

"Always the sass," Tom rolls his eyes.

"But you know you love it," I say with a smirk and raised eyebrows.

"Fine, you win." I throw my bag on the bed and plop down on the couch. "What should we get for dinner? I don't really feel like going out."

"Me either, what if we just cook something up in this unnecessarily huge kitchen of yours you have in a hotel room."

"Or...we could order room service."

"Good idea."

"Yeah, knowing you'd burn this building down."

"Says you," Tom raises his eyebrows.

"Yes says me," I do it right back, and we all know I do it better. He doesn't let go of my eyes. We don't break eye contact for at least two minutes, it felt more like two hours. Tom's gaze flickers down to my lips. We lean in at the exact same time. I can feel his soft lips melting onto mine, then he presses harder, and our kiss becomes something more desperate. My arms are around his neck, and his hands are in my hair. I lean forward and press him down. I suddenly pull back. "Tom I'd love to continue this, but I really think we should get food, like, right now. Because I'm hella hungry and room service takes hella long."

Tom laughs, "shame, I'll go take a look at the menu."

"Let's watch a movie while we wait, I can't resist this big ass TV, it's literally bigger than the one I have back home."

"Hold up now, we haven't even ordered."

 "Yeah whatever, you can do that."

"Wow, thank you."

"You're very welcome," I turn on the TV, already having some ideas on what to watch.

"Daya seriously, what do you want to eat?"

"I'll just have whatever you're having."

"Well, I haven't decided. What about sandwiches, do you want sandwiches?"

"No. Plus, that's not even dinner food."

"Salmon? We could also have pasta."

"No, and no."

"What abo-"

"No."

"Hey! I haven't even said it yet!"

"Well, I just had a bad feeling about it."

"Then you choose.

"I want ramen."

"Daya, first of all, not on the menu, second of all, you know you're vegetarian, right?"

"Shut uppp, don't remind me!" ever since I found out the chicken flavoring in cup ramens have actual chicken in them, I've made myself stop eating them. By far one of the hardest things I've ever done.

"You're being so difficult right now."

"As always."

"Are you onto insulting yourself now?"

"Let's have pizza."

"Yeah and that's dinner food."

"Yes, it is actually."

"Lemme guess, it's the third night you've had pizza for dinner now?"

"No fourth actually."

"You're not letting me win are you?"

"You're just bad at arguing."

"Gee thanks. Fine, we can have pizza."

"K, and we'll watch all the Harry Potter movies."

"Agreed."

"And you're ordering." 

 "Fine," Tom said, then jokingly came and lightly swatted my head from behind the couch. 

"THOMAS STANLEY HOLLAND GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE, I SWEAR TO GOD," I chased him down running circles around the hotel room. I finally caught him and shoved him down to the bed and started whacking him with a pillow.

"Ow-, god-, ok, ok, ok, I'm so-, sorry-, ok. I lightly skimmed your head once!"

"Honey, you should know by now, you hit me once, I'll hit you ten times."

"Pretty sure that was more than ten, but okay," he says, earning him another whack. 

Suddenly I realize the awkward position we're in, with me straddling and on top of him, and Tom's hands on my chest, originally intended for stopping my attacks. We sit there for a few awkward moments, just staring at each other, and I decide to be bold and bend down and kiss him and thank god he does it back.