Nervous || Tom Holland X Reader

21

We had stepped off the plane and was now in Las Angelous. Although the premier was in a week, Tom wanted to come early to talk to his friends.

It felt as though yesterday I had stepped off the plane and was in England after a long journey of photography.

Somehow, Tom had convinced me to walk the red carpet with him. But that wasnt the point, the point was that Tony and Jacob were in view and I was overly excited to hug them.

And leaping out of Tom's grasp on my shoulder, I was suddenly in the arms of my two friends.

"Wow, escaping from your boyfriend. How thoughtful." Tom rolled his eyed when he walked over.

"Congradulations by the way." Tony smirked as though he had found love instead of Tom amd I.

"Thank you." Tom smiled before side hugging both of the boys.

"I feel like we'll have to say that again to you guys some time soon." Tony smirks. I choke on air and Tom pats my back while smiling at Tony with a "shut up or I'll kill you" glare.

"Can we go to the hotel now?" I ask.

"Can we get our non-carry on suitcase first?" Tom asks.

"Hmmm.... I don't know. Maybe we should just leave it." I tell him sarcastically. Tom rolls his eyes before grabbing my hand and dragging me to the suitcase pick up thing.

***

"You wanna go on a date tonight?" Tom asks from our bed.

"I literally just got changed into pajamas." I tell him.

"And?"

"And I'm about to slap you. I perfer comfort over my boyfriend." I tell tom before laying down on the bed next to where he sits.

"Well I perfer my girlfriend over comfort." Tom says.

"Well then you can respect my wishes."

"I walked into that one."

"Yes, yes you did." I smirk.

"You're cute when you smile." Tom lays down and grabs my waist.

"And you're cute when you go to the store and buy your girlfriend chocolate and ice cream." I smile cutely at him.

"Why?" Tom whines.

"Beause periods suck, Thomas." I tell him.

"I'll go if you go with me." Tom kisses my cheek.

"But I'm in pajamas."

"Then go in pajamas."

"Youre lucky I love you." I mumble before rolling out of his arms, off the bed, and on the floor. I quickly stand up and put on a light jacket.

"Are you okay? Mentally and physically." Tom feels the need to ask.

"Mentally, kind of. Physically, cramps hurt, Thomas!" I yell at him. Tom gets off the bed and looks me in the eye.

"Would kisses help?" Tom asks.

"Probably not." I tell him with furrowed eyebrows.