Liz Harrison and Tom Holland meet when Tom begins his training for his role as Spider-Man. However, Liz doesn't know that Tom's going to play Spider-Man at first.
As Liz and Tom continue to see each other at the gym, they form a relationship. It's...
It's been a couple of weeks and we've been to thousands of places it seems like. I'm kind of complaining, but I kind of love it at the same time.
I'm missing my friends a lot more than I thought I would. I'm rarely ever able to call them because of the whole different country distance thing, it actually upsets me a lot because I don't know what's happened in the last few weeks and normally I'm neck deep in their drama.
At first it was nice to be out of it, but now I'm missing it. I don't know, could be my mood swings, but I'm just a little homesick is all.
"Darlin, you okay?" Tom asks, coming up behind me, wrapping his arms around me. I hum and lean into him, tilting my head a bit as he kisses my neck.
"I'm fine." I mumble, closing my eyes. "Just a little homesick is all."
"Do you want to call them?" Tom suggests, setting his chin on my shoulder.
"No, I think that'll just make me miss them even more." I chuckle, shaking my head softly. "I think I just need to get my mind off of it is all."
"What do you have in mind?" Tom mumbles into my ear.
"Answer your damn phone!" I grumble, rolling over, pulling the covers over my head to try and block out the noise of Tom's phone.
Tom groans and rolls away from me, grabbing his phone from the side table.
"What?" Tom grunts into the phone. "We're hanging out in the room, why?"
Suddenly, our hotel room is being invaded by Harrison, Harry, and Laura.
"Guys!" Tom shouts, rolling over quickly, shielding my body from them. Tom puts his arm behind him to make sure I have plenty of sheets covering my body. "What the fuck?!"
"Bloody hell!" Harry shouts, covering his eyes.
"Get out!" Tom shouts, pointing at the door.
"Get dressed!" Harrison demands before closing the door behind all of them.
"That was so fucking embarrassing." I mutter, fighting my blush.
"I'm going to fucking kill them." Tom mutters, turning over. He snakes his arm around my waist, pulling me flush to him. "But I love you."
"I love you." I whisper, snuggling into his chest.
"So, did you that get your mind off of home?"
"Thanks for reminding me." I narrow my eyes at him.
"Then, I guess I just have to take your mind off of it, again." Tom smirks, kissing my neck.
"Okay, we seriously need to get out. We're going to be late to your interview." I pat my hand on Tom's chest, sitting up in the bed, wrapping the sheets around me.
"We can cancel it." Tom grumbles, wrapping his arm around my waist.
"No, now go get ready." I demand him, pulling his arm off of my and slipping on some clothes before actually grabbing clothes for the day.
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