In A Movie (Tom Holland)

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"I'm so excited," I cheered, dancing slightly as I walked, "I get to meet your family."

Tom laughed, shaking his head. "Most people would be worried about meeting families. Sam's girlfriend was terrified."

"I would be terrified, too if I were dating Spider-Man's brother," I chuckle.

"Well you're dating Spider-Man, so you don't have to worry about that."

"I am aren't I?" I grin, rubbing the back of Tom's hand with my thumb. "Come on, lets go to our gate."

"You really are anxious to get there, aren't you love?"

I yawned, nodding. "So excited."

Tom slid his arm over my shoulder, rubbing it with his free hand as he pulled his luggage. "It's going to be early when we get there."

"Nonsense," I yawned again, not realizing how tired I was, "it's only 1:00." I looked outside, taking in the bright sunlight.

"We were at the premiere all night, and when the flight lands it's going to be 5:30."

"Who's picking us up?" I inquired, stepping onto the horizontal escalator thingy.

"I was thinking we could take the tram?" Tom suggested.

I grinned, eyes wild. "Absolutely; I've never ridden a tram before!"

"You've never ridden a tram?" Tom exclaimed, laughing, "this will be fun."

"I've never been to London before, so I'm gonna warm you-I want to go everywhere."

Tom laughed. "Oh boy."

While we were waiting for the boarding gate to open, we sat down, occasionally taking pictures and signing things for fans. By the time we were boarding my cheeks hurt from smiling, but I ignored it and put on a newfound smile, knowing we would be in London in eight short hours.

"Love, darling, look." I opened my eyes, seeing land rather than ocean for the first time in awhile. I gasped, unbuckling my seatbelt and crawling over Tom to look at the ground. "Wow, you're excited."

The pilot said something over the com that I didn't understand over the rush of my excitement, so I was generally confused when the plane started going down, and everyone was staring at me as I tumbled forward into the seat in front of me. Tom exclaimed in surprise, but threw his arms around my waist, pulling me into him. The plane landed, and I let out a breath of relief.

I kept my gaze down as we got our luggage and got off the plane. There weren't many people, since we flew first class, so not many people knew of my idiocity, unfortunately, the flight attendant did. She pulled me aside, and naturally Tom followed.

"Do you realize the danger you put yourself and other passengers in when you pulled that stunt?" She scolded me.

"I'm very sorry, I didn't realize we were descending and needed to put a seatbelt on," I responded, growing worried from her angry tone.

"The captain said we were descending, and if you were sleeping there is still no excuse, you are supposed to have your belt on at all times to keep you safe."

"I was just trying to get a look out the window, I didn't mean to cause any problems," I told the woman, not realizing I had been using my American accent to try and calm the woman.

"Americans never listen to anything anybody says," she mutters, not intending for me to hear it, but I do, "look, you could be put on the no fly list for that, but I'm going to let you off with a warning. Don't let me see it happen again."

"My third language is English, the com was crappy-I didn't understand what the pilot said and before I could question it, we were going down," I defended myself, "for a first class plane and a top airline company, you'd think they'd invest in better speakers and flight attendants."

She raised her brows at me. "Excuse me?"

"I'm sorry, we should really get going, my mum is waiting outside," Tom days, grabbing my shoulders. As we walk out, I glower at him, and he ignored my stares.

"You shouldn't have pulled me out of there, she should know how to be reasonable!" I shouted once we were outside.

Tom jokingly rolled his eyes. "As much as I would have loved to be put on the no fly list, we need to get to Ecuador for Comic Con."

"It was just rude!" I boasted, "she called me American, automatically assuming where I'm from, putting stereotypes on me, and she could have confronted me nicer about the whole thing."

"You practically told her she sucked at her job."

I sighed, shaking my head. "One person is not going to ruin this trip for me. Right now, we are going to get on the tram, and go to your parents' house." I grabbed my luggage and began walking, not exactly sure where I was going.

"Uh, darling?" I turned to look at Tom, and he pointed at a sign, which showed the trams were opposite of where I was going. "It's that way."

I bit my lip. "I knew that." I began walking, and Tom pulled his own luggage alongside me. "Is there anywhere we can get coffee around here?" I grumble.

Tom laughed, and for some reason, hearing his joy made my anger cease, and I felt at peace. People say there is truly no sound better than the laughter and voice of your love, and I never thought that was true before now.

We made it to the tram station quickly and in a comfortable silence, relishing in each other's company. Once we got there, I was pleased to see the tram was leaving in a short minute.

"Just in time," Tom commented, climbing onto the trolley. He waited to make sure I got on before continuing to find us some seats.

I marveled at the sight of it. It was much larger inside than I'd imagined, and I was surprised to see not many people on it, although it was early in the morning.

"This is amazing," I gasped, flopping down in the seat beside Tom. He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me closer to him.

"I've never liked London more than I do now," my boyfriend smiled, nuzzling his head in my hair.

"How far away is your parents' house from here?" I inquired.

"The tram brings us about a ten minute walk from home, it'll take thirty minutes to get there."

"Good," I smile, "we have time."

"Time for what?" Tom inquired inquisitively.

"For you to shower me with affection without your parents seeing us," I smile, giving him puppy eyes.

He pulled me into his lap, causing me to squeal, making the one other person on the tram look at us. He pressed gentle kisses on my cheeks and nose. "If you wanted my affection, you should have just asked."