Nervous || Tom Holland X Reader

15

"Tom. Tom. Tom. Tom. Tom. Tom. Tom." I say.

"Hmm?" He hums, paying attention to his phone.

"Pay attention to your girlfriend." I say.

"Cool." He nods scrolling through something.

"If you're going to ignore me then I might as well go home." I shrug standing up off the bed we were both laying on.

"Nooooooo!" He whines grabbing my arm and pulling me back down. I watch as he puts his phone on his bedside table and hugs me from behind.

"You're not aloud to leave." Tom tells me as his grip on me tightens. The warmth radiating from his chest is soothing.

"So now I'm a hostage?" I ask.

"Correct." He nods.

"Why?" I whine.

"'Cause you're my girlfriend." A smirk was clear in his voice.

"And why are you so porud of that?" I ask.

"Because it's you." He says starting to lay down so now we're cuddling.

"Zendaya is coming this weekend." I say.

"Is that why she called you earlier?" Tom asks me.

"That and to Fangirl about us." I say.

"Zendaya won the ship war." Tom says. I go silent and turn my head to look at him.

"I forgot about that. Maybe we should break up so I can have a chance." I joke.

"No!" Tom whines pulling my back closer to his chest.

"Fine." I sigh. Tom rests his head on my neck.

"I'm going to miss this." He says.

"What?" I ask.

"You." He whispers.

"I don't know what you mean." I say.

"You're going to school soon and I'll be going to shoot films, I'm going to miss you." He says.

"That's really sweet. I'll miss you too, Tommy boy." I smile at the nickname I had given him.

"Y/N." Tom says.

"Yes, Thomas?" I ask.

"Don't you have the philiphobia thing?" He asks.

"Yes." I answer.

"So why did you say yes to me?" He asks. I turn over in his arms so I'm facing him.

"I really like you. I though that this may be worth giving it a shot. I have no reason to believe you'd hurt me, you're a really sweet guy." I say. A long smile appears on Tom's face.

"That's very nice of you." Tom pulls me closer into him. "You're an amazing person that deserves so much." He whispers before kissing the top of my head.

"T-Thanks." I stutter hiding my face in his shirt.

"You're cute when you're bashful." Tom whispers.

"Stop making me blush." I whine, not uncovering my face.

"But it's really cute when you do." He says.

"Stop, this is cringey." I say.

"All I want in life is a kiss from my girlfriend." Tom says.

"You got one when you asked me out, weirdo." I reply taking my face out of hiding.

"No that was pretty much a peck. You don't know how to kiss." Tom tells me.

"That doesn't at all." I sarcastically say. Tom brings his lips close to my ear and my face goes hot.

"I could teach you." He whispers.

"N-No, I'm good." I stutter trying to push him away.

"Well, you can't blame a guy for trying." Tom sighs.

"We're not exactly in private, you know." I tell him.

"We're in my room alone, and I don't think anyone would be surprised to see a guy kissing the girl of his dreams." He says.

"Stop flirting." I mumble.

"Let me teach you how to kiss." Tom pouts.

"No, I'd like to keep my last bit of innocence." I say.

"Kissing won't take away your virginity." Tom says. I quickly sit up, surprising him enough to let go of me completely.

"I think I'm done with cuddling." I say. Tom sits up and stared at me with a small frown on his lips.

"Did that make you uncomfortable? I'm sorry, I didn't know it would." Tom apologises, trying to grab my hand.

It had become apparent to me.

Tom was my first kiss, or a peck according to him.
The first guy I've ever actually cuddled.
The guy who will probably teach me how to actually kiss.

And might be the guy to actually take
all my innocence.

"I-I just," I comb my hands throug my hair, ".....I don't know. You're my first boyfriend and this is all new to me." I say, burrying my face in my hands with embarassment.

"I know that, and that's okay. I get to teach you everything." He tells me in a low comforting voice.

"Its embarrassing." My voice comes out muffled.

"It's okay." His arms wrap around my body and he pulls me back into him.

We sit there for what seems like forever, me in his arms.

"Tom?" I ask.

"Yes love?" He hums.

"Don't you have another brother I haven't met?" I ask.

"But I don't want to get up. I want to stay here with you forever."

"Then we'll die." I say.

"What?"

"If we stay here forever, then we will die. When we doe they'd have to leve out bodies here, untill the world ends. And even during that time we are still not in the same place, the earth is mobing quickly while rotating, we probably won't ever be in this same exact place again." I explain.

"You're a smart ass." Tom tells me.

"But its the truth!" I yell.

"You could have put it in a nicer way." Tom says.

"I was taught to always tell the truth." I say.

"And do you always tell the truth?" Tom asks.

"Nope!" I grin.

"Exactly my point. You can tell lies to make other people happy, Y/N." Tom whispers.

"And how far does one to to make another person happy? Where does the line end?" I ask.

"I really hate it when you're deep and existential." Tom pouts.

"It's who I am." I shrug."

"No, my girlfriend is supposed to be hapoy all the tome and not have existential thoughts." Tom pouts again.

"So I should lie about my personality?" I ask.

"Stop turning my words against me!" Tom groans.

"I'll stop if you let me meet your littlest brother." I say. Tom looks at me is the eyes before sighing.

"Fine."