The Way You Make Me Feel. {Tom Holland.}

Plans.

Harriet Markle was sitting on the couch in her and Tom's LA apartment, they had gotten back from Paris about a week ago, and they both had enjoyed their time away, they used their time wisely. She had a magazine in her lap and was flicking through recommendations on weddings. 

"What flowers do you want for our wedding?" Harriet said, Tom, looked at her from the kitchen where he had the coffee machine going. 

"You pick, I really don't mind, aren't you supposed to let other people help you," Tom said, he was shirtless but in jeans. It was a look that Harriet greatly approved off. 

"Yes, which is why I asked you," Harriet said, Tom, smiled before saying

"I'm meaning, not planning it yourself. Let someone else plan it." Tom said, 

"And who are you suggesting? My sister can't." Harriet said. 

"I'm meaning Zendaya and Laura. They would love too and you know that." Tom said, Harriet, sighed. She knew they would love to plan their friend's wedding. But she wanted to plan it as she had for Meghan's wedding. 

"Okay, I agree. Who'll tell them." Harriet said, 

"I can if you want. The gangs coming over tonight anyway." Tom said. 

"And you didn't tell me? What time?" Harriet asked. 

"7, dinner here and probably go out for a walk or something," Tom answered, they hadn't hung out with their friends for ages. 

"Sounds like a plan, you know, I can't believe we're getting married in two months," Harriet said as Tom walked over with a coffee cup in his hands. She smiled as he handed her the drink, he kissed her forehead and headed back to the kitchen. 

"I know, I can't believe it either, it was nerve-racking asking for you to marry me, especially in front of an entire room of celebrities, if you had said no I would've cried," Tom said, Harriet knew he was being honest, as if she would ever tell him no. 

"What do you think we should do closer to the time of the wedding?" Tom asked, grabbing his cup of coffee and sitting next to his fiancé. 

"Well, closer to the time we should stick to tradition, not seeing each other till the wedding. That's how it always is, Meghan hated it, Harry hated it but they had too as per royal tradition." Harriet said, 

"Yes but not everyone does that," Tom said, 

"I know they don't, but that's how I want to do it. To be honest, I don't even know if my father's going to walk me down the aisle. He skipped out on walking Meghan down the aisle." 

"We'll sort that out closer to the time," Tom said, Harriet nodded and placed her cup on the coffee table. Tom did the same and she leaned against the arm of the couch watching him. He looked up from his phone and saw her staring. 

"What's up?" He said. Harriet just smiled, she pushed herself up so that she was face to face with Tom. His phone found it's a way onto the floor. 

Harriet bit her lip as she looked him in his eyes. 

"You know that drives me crazy right?" Tom said, his hands found their way to Harriet's waist, pulling her closer to him. Harriet only smiled and nodded her head. 

"Being silent are we?" Tom said, Harriet, laughed quietly. Tom's lips meet hers and she sighed into the kiss. They hadn't been this close since Paris. 

"You really want to do it on the couch?" Tom said when Harriet found herself pushed against the couch with Tom hovering over her. Harriet only nodded, he smiled before kissing her again.