Nervous || Tom Holland X Reader

18

I stare into the kitchen with utter confusion all over my face.

Tom is covered in flour.

Harrison has egg in his hair.

The fire work is going off.

There is smoke coming from the oven.

There is something cooking on the stove.

"What the fu-"

"We were trying to make breakfast." Tom cuts me off.

"And we may have done it wrong." Harrison adds. I satre at them for a few more moments in complete shock.

"Did you open a window so the smoke can escape?" I ask.

"No." Tom whispers, although I could not hear him over the fire alarm blaring in my ears.

"Tom, go open the windows. Harrison, turn off the fire alarm." I command them. They rush around the kitchen doing what I say as I turn off the oven, turn off the stove, and turn on some fans.

"So you put bacon in the oven and let it over cook and you let a pancake burn. But what I find to be most surprising you burnt eggs." I tell them.

"Well, we were going to take the stuff out." Harrison starts.

"But then Harrison dropped flour on me." Tom adds.

"And then Tom started throwing eggs." Harrison adds.

"And then it became war for I dont know how long and then suddenly you came downstairs with a very disappointed look on your face." Tom says.

"You are so lucky my family went out this morning to visit my grandparents." I rub the temples of my eyes.

"Where's Zendaya?" Harrison asks.

"Asleep, luckily." I respond.

"Are you mad at me?" Tom pouts.

"No, just severely annoyed and disappointed." I tell him.

"Can I have a hug?" Tom asks.

"You're covered in flour, what do you think?" I ask.

"Yes." Tom grins.

"No!" I yell slappibg the boy on the arm. "You two need to shower and change clothes."

"But what about breakfast?" Harrison pouts.

"Shower and change. We can go out for breakfast after I clean this up." I say.

"I agree." Zendaya says from behind me.

"But we don't have any clothes." Tom says.

"I can wash them while you two are in the shower and while Y/N cleans." Zendaya says.

"Oh. Okay." The boys say.

***

"How long until my clothes are dry!" Tom whines from inside the bathroom.

"Ten minutes." I tell him from the other side of the door.

"This is torture." He says.

"You brought this on yourself, Thomas." I roll my eyes.

"Did you clean up yhe kitchen?" He asks.

"Yes." I nod although he cant see me.

"I'm sorry I didnt help." Tom apologizes to me. I take a deep breath and bite my lip to stop myself from smiling.