Every Second of Every Minute of Everyday - Tom Holland - Book 1

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"Oh my gosh, Tom!" I shriek, running and squeezing my way through the thick crowd to reach Tom.

"Aye, Love. Where've you been?" Tom asks, resting his hand on my waist, a beer in his other hand.

"I've been exploring. Duh. Anyway, I got amazing pictures!" I gush, holding up the camera that's dangling from my neck.

"Who were you with?" Tom asks, concern and worry etched on his face.

"No one..." I mumble quietly, slightly hoping he didn't hear.

"Liz! What if something happened to you?" Tom exploded, pulling me a side. "What if you got hurt? Or someone abducted you? Or robbed you? Or-"

"Tom, I can take care of myself. Remember?" I chuckle lightly. "You don't have to worry about me."

"It's my job to worry about you." Tom mutters, pulling me to him, leaning his forehead against mine.

"I'm sorry." I whisper, taking his hand into mine.

"If you can't take me, then please take someone else. It doesn't matter who. Just someone." Tom tells me.

"Who?" I huff, crossing my arms over my chest. Tom pulls back and just looks at me with a look of confusion.

"I'm sure Harry would love to go take pictures and explore." Tom suggests cautiously.

"No, he wants to do that with his brother. Not his brother's girlfriend." I roll my eyes.

"Are you okay? Did I say something to upset you?" Tom asks carefully.

"Why can't I just go by myself?" I narrow my eyes at him. "I'm a big girl, you know."

"I know, I just would feel better if someone went with you."

"I'm sorry. I'll ask Harry." I smile, kissing him on the cheek before rushing to go ask Harry.

"Wait, babe. I think you should go by yourself. You won't have much alone time during the tour. You deserve this." Tom catches my wrist.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I love you."

"Good." I smirk, kissing the corner of his mouth before running my way through the crowd.

I don't know what my deal is, but I've been really moody for these past two days. I'm not on my period, so it can't be my hormones. I'm not pregnant, so it's not that. I don't think I'm sick, so it's not that. So, I don't know what my deal is. It's pissing me off because I've been treating Tom poorly these past two days. It's not fair for him.

So, while I was exploring, I found a really cool tattoo parlour and made an appointment for later this afternoon, for after lunch.

When it was roughly lunch time, I made my way to the restaurant that the guys are supposed to be eating at.

"Excuse me, sorry. Pardon me. I'm sorry." I mutter as I squeeze my way through the restaurant. When I finally found the table with the guys, they all are in a conversation, all of them looking very focused, so focused that they don't know that I've approached.

"I'm getting worried." Tom mumbles, glancing up to see me. "Liz! There you are! We've waited to order for you."

Tom stands up and pulls me into a hug, kissing my cheek before pulling out my chair.

"Have you put sunscreen on?" Harry asks once I'm seated across from him.

"No, why? Am I sunburnt already?"

"Just on your nose." Harrison chuckles. "I'm a call you Rudolf."

"Hardy har har har." I stick my tongue out, flipping Harrison off. The table erupts into laughter, myself joining in.