Tom & Zendaya in NYC (2)

Airport

Zendaya's POV My flight is landing in three minutes. I start to shuffle all my stuff back into my backpack. Thank god it's a short flight, I can literally explode with excitement anytime. I'm about to see Tom! My god. I'm so desperate I spent the entire flight looking through our old texts, (because apparently there isn't wifi on planes,) and photos I took of him. The flight attendants must think I'm crazy, just randomly smiling like an idiot over my phone. Whatever. I couldn't care less about anything right now. I'M ABOUT TO SEE TOM. My anticipation is bubbling over. The rest passes in a blur, but at the same time drags on forever. I grab my suitcase and start looking for Tom. I suddenly recognize his desperately-in-need-of-a-haircut-hair, and his grandma sweater, no offense Tom, god, I might need to bring him shopping soon. Those thoughts flash through my head as I run over, dragging my suitcase behind me, ahem, unlike Thomas in Boston, anyways. "Zendayaaaa!!!" "Hi!" I use my last bit of breath. He starts kissing my face. "Okay, okay, I've missed you too, let's get out of here before anyone recognizes us." "Yeah, smart idea." "I know." We walk hand in hand to Tom's brand new electric Porsche. He helps me with my suitcase and we both hop in the car. "It should be a twenty-minute drive, the traffic is a bit bad today." "Yeah, that's fine." "How's everything?" I laugh, "you say it like we haven't seen each other in years. "We haven't!" "Then who did I FaceTime for three hours this morning and on the way to the airport. Or what about the two hours of free time I used on calling you, or what I did do in between shoots for my show? Or what ab-" "Okay okay, that's different though! Now I can actually physically see you, and I can do this," he leans in and kisses me softly. "You're right about that."