Nervous || Tom Holland X Reader

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IMPORTANT:
So I think we all should remember that I said a week, I meant a couple of months.... Yeah.... Anyways....

So just know that the tour will start in two months, not a week.
Thank you.

Y/N'S BEDROOM
7:56
Y/N'S POV

"Hey guys! Yes! Today....." I watch Shane Dawson talk on the small laptop screen. (A/N TO BE CLEAR THIS WAS WRITTEN YEARS AGO. I DO NOT SUPPORT SHANE DAWSON IN ANY WAY)

I sit in my bed, in my pajamas, watching the trash queen, with a bowl of cereal in my hands.

"Our first conspiracy theory today is..." I listen intently to the guy while eating my cereal.

When I finish the last of my cereal I set the bowl down on the bedside table.

Downstairs I hear a door open and some talking. I don't pay much attention to it and keep watching the YouTube video.

"Boo!" I jump, falling off my bed in the process.

"What the-" I look to see Tom standing in the doorway staring at me.

"Thomas!" I scream.

"Hi." He smiles.

"Why are you here?" I smile at him.

"Because I wanted to come visit you." He walks over to me and sticks his hand out. I grab his hand and he pulls me up.

"Thanks." I smile at him.

"Yep. So what do you want to do today?" He asks.

"One, I don't know. Two, how the hell did you get into my house!" I exclaim.

"Your mother let me in." He says like It's a fact everyone knows.

"My mum's asleep." I look him dead in the the eyes.

"So there was a window open." He scratches the back of his neck.

"What the fuck!" I yell at him.

"Nah, I'm kidding. Dean fell asleep on the couch and I woke him up with my knocking." He smiles at me. "You fell for it though."

"I hate you." I push him.

"You love me." He smiles.

"No I don't." I pout.

"You love me." He wraps his arms around my waist.

"Let go of me, I'm mad at you." I try to push him but he tightens his grip. He leans his head near my ear.

"You know, if your sister were here shed be freaking out." He whispers.

"I'm freaking out." I try to push him away again.

"I'm not letting go of you." Tom whispers

"Are you okay!" I scream at him, kind of freaked out.

"I'm not okay for so many different reasons." He sighs letting go of me and falling onto the unmade bed that Keileigh once spent her entire saturdays in.

"And why is that?" I ask. Red rushes to his cheeks.

"N-Nothing." He stutters.

"What's wrong Tommy?" I ask laying down next to him.

"Things." He replies.

"What kind of things?" I ask.

"Thing things." A small smile appears on his face as he says it.