Nervous || Tom Holland X Reader

28

Y/N POV

"Thomas." I groan as he pushes me off the bed.

"You wouldn't get up. We have a plane to catch in two hours and you're not even up. We need to leave in ten minutes." Tom explains. My head snaps up and in his direction.

"I'm ready to go." I tell him.

"You're in your pajamas."

"Am I not aloud to wear pajamas to the airport?" I glare at him.

"I mean you can but wouldn't you rather get dressed? I'm sure fans will be there and you'll probably get your picture taken a million times." He tells me.

"Do they expect me to look like Zendaya while at an airport?"

"Why would anyone expect you to look like Zendaya?"

"Because everyone thinks she's better then I am. So they expect me to try and be like her when I obviously can't be." I say before standing up and walking over to my suitcase.

"Where did you get that from?" Tom looked hurt.

"Twitter. I was looking at what people said about our engagement." I say before pulling out an outfit.

"Do you really think that's true? That they think shes better than you?" He asks.

"Kind of, yeah. Now turn around, I need to change." I tell him.

"Ive seen you naked, why do I need to turn around?" Tom asks.

"Pervert!" I yell before grabbing the closest shoe to me and throwing it at him.

"Fine fine." He says before turning around and rubbing his side, the place where he had been hit. Its silent for a bit while I change.

"Do you think shes better than you?" Tom breaks the silence.

"Yeah." I say as I put on my socks. "Also, you can turn around now."

Tom turns around. "Why would you ever think that?"

"Because its true, isn't it? There is a reason why they perferred you with Zendaya and not me." I shrug.

"Don't you dare ever think lile that! I prefer you with me, not zendaya with me." Tom hugs me.

"And don't you dare ever apologise to me, or an unconscious me, about things that don't need to be apologised for." I wrap my arms around him.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"Now we need to go." Tom tells me, unwrapping his arms around my body.

"I havent even brushed my teeth!"

"You can do that when we land in China."

"Tom!"

"Too bad."

***

"My teeth feel so clean!" I grin as I fall back onto the hotel bed.

"How nice." Tom stares at his phone.

"What are you doing?"

"Tweeting."

"Ah so you're feeding your fans?"