Nervous || Tom Holland X Reader

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Y/N POV
TWO WEEKS LATER

"Y/N?" Tom asks walking into the bathroom.

"Y/N!" Tom yells as he comes next to me and starts to rub my back. "Are you okay?"

"I think....I have the stomach flu." I breathe heavily as I pull away from the toilet. Tom hands me a wet washcloth to wipe my face with.

"Yeah. You look like you crawled out of the depths of hell." Tom says.

"Don't make me make this hotel room a crime scene." I warn the man.

"Yeah, yeah." Tom rolls his eyes. "How about you take a shower and change out of those pajamas while I go find somewhere that will sell me soup at five in the morning."

"Please stay." I weakly ask of him.

"I'll stay untill you fall back asleep, but after that I'm going to find you soup." Tom tells me.

"Thank you." I am then back to leaning over a toilet.

***

"Wake up."

"Wake up."

"Wake up."

"Wake up!" A light impact hits my cheek.

"No. I don't feel well!" I complain before going deeper into the blanket.

"If you don't get up I'll have your soup." Tom threatens me.

"My food!" I whine but don't get up.

"Get up or I'm eating it." Tom whispers. I hear him take off the lid to the container that I can only imagine holds my soup. My eyes shoot open as I sit up.

"Give me it." I grab the food from him and hold it close to me, as if it were my child.

"Do you want a spoon?" Tom asks as I caress the side of the box.

"Yes, please." I nod. He hands me a spoon and watches me as I eat.

"You're very creepy you know." I tell him after I take a few spoonfuls.

"Maybe I shouldn't go tonight." Tom looks at me as if he's looking for something.

"You? Not going to your own event? For the movie you worked so hard on? For a novie you're the main star in?" I ask before filling my mouth up with the liquid substance.

"Well it sounds stupid when you say it like that." Tom tells me.

"Because it is stupid." I tell him.

"Everything's stupid to you." He says.

"Well, everything but a few things."

"Like what?"

"Like this relationship." I tell him before looking him in the eyes.

"If you weren't throwing up this morning, I would kiss you right now."

"Honoured." I say before giving my full attention to the love of my life, the bowl of soup in front of me.

***

"This calogne." Tom sprays the contents of a bottle out infront of me.

"This will make me throw up for the third time in an hour." I mumble under my breath, which Tom doesn't seem to notice as he keeps his eyes on the two bottles in his hand.