Happy Valentine's Day! The plan was NOT to post tonight, because school is killing me, but I got out early (Hallelujah). So I hope you enjoy! Little angst at the end, not much, mostly fluff.
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I run my fingers through my hair before unplugging my computer from the socket in front of my seat.
"You alright, (Y/N)?" My mom looks at me, my dad peeking around her as I give her a small smile.
"Yeah, tired is all." I mutter, as I hand my mom my laptop so I can run to the restroom.
"You sure you're okay, you have gone to the bathroom several times this flight-" my dad asks, raising an eyebrow as I stand up and step into the aisle.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I mean, this is a six hour flight." I state walking away before he can make another comment. In reality, my boobs are sore, I am in need of something to settle my stomach, and had to pee. I groan in the bathroom and use the mirror in the bathroom to fix my hair into a sloppy bun before walking back to my seat. I settle back into the chair laying my head against the headrest.
"Are you sure you're okay?" My mom asks, squeezing my knee.
"My stomach is not happy." I mutter, catching the attention of a flight attendant.
"Miss, would you like some ginger ale?"
"I would, not too much please." I whisper. She nods and smiles at me, passing me a small glass, "thanks."
"You're welcome, sweetness." She states before walking back down to where she was supposed to be.
I sip slowly, shutting my eyes. I feel parent's eyes burning holes into the sides of my head. "Can you both quit staring, I am fine." I snap, my body making me irritable.
"We are just worried about you." My mom says, taking my hand that wasn't holding the glass. I nod in silence, sighing when I hear the announcement that stated that we would be landing in ten minutes. I slowly open my eyes, passing my glass to my mom to lean down and grabbing my backpack from under the seat in front of me to pack my computer and cords inside. After I drink what is left of my pop, shutting my eyes until finally the plane lands.
I couldn't be more happy to finally be out of the plane. Telling my parents that I would be back in a moment, I run into the nearest restroom, emptying my stomach in the bathroom, and using a dry brush to get the taste out of my mouth and chew on some mint gum before walking out of the bathroom before exiting to rejoin them. My parents look at me, seeing the way my skin has paled in the matter of a few minutes, but decide not to say anything. The three of us make our way through the airport and grab our bags from baggage claim, one bag for my parents, and one bag for me since I would be spending time at Tom's apartment instead of staying at the Holland's family home.
I see Harrison sitting on his phone when we walk over to where he had texted me he was picking us up. I walk over and nudge his foot with mine. He looks up with a bright smile, before standing and giving me a hug. "How are you, (Y/N/N)?"
"Could be better, but we are here so that's all that counts." I state, pulling away and looking at him. There was a hint of something in his eye, it was a look that said he knew something that he shouldn't.
"Mr. and Mrs. (Y/L/N), how are you both," Haz laughs moving to pull them into a hug before taking my bag.
"We are doing really well-"
"Happy to be off that plane." My dad laughs, as we follow him out to his car.
"Well, it'll be good to have you around for the week." Haz laughs. Once we get to his car, he helps my dad put our luggage into the trunk as I crawl into the front seat to sit beside him while he drives. As he begins our trek toward the Holland's family home, I lay my head against the headrest and watch the world go by. When we pull up to the house, I sigh.
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Time Never Stops
FanfictionTom Holland and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) have been best friends since the beginning, they know each other better than they know themselves. They have been there for the highlights of each other's lives, and are there to be shoulder to cry on during the low tim...
