Extraterrestrial {Tom Holland}

Part 4

When you returned from your trip to the store, Tom was nowhere to be found. He wasn't in the living room, not in the kitchen, nor in the bathroom.

"Tom?" You called out.

You heard shuffling coming from your bedroom, so you walked over to your door. When you stepped inside you saw the top of his head peeking up from the other side of your bed. He was sitting on the ground with his knees pulled up to his chest.

"Tom? Are you alright?" You asked him, concerned as he looked quite terrified.

He sighed in relief. "You're finally home! I was so scared."

"Why? What happened?"

A bunch of bad things came to mind of what could have happened. What if the government found out you were hiding an alien in your house. What would the government even do? Hide him away in area 51 or would the United Nations handle this? Either way, you grew increasingly worried about the reasoning behind the alien's fear.

"Well, firstly, there is another species in this household! It made a scary noise at me and glared at me with its teeth! Also, there is something banging on the house making a low rumbling noise! I have hardly been on this planet for one of its days and it is terrifying!" Tom spoke surprisingly fast.

You let out a sigh of relief. No government officials were hiding in your bathroom.

"You surely mean Nico, right? My cat? And the other noise you heard was probably just the air conditioning unit turning on. Everything is fine." You reassured him, holding back an amused smile. Perhaps you shouldn't have left him alone, you thought.

Tom stood up with the blanket around his shoulders. "I am unsure of what this term 'cat' you speak of is, but if my context serves me right, you are referring to the evil menace that almost killed me!"

Although the situation was undoubtedly funny to you, you couldn't help but feel sympathetic for the alien. He had gone through a lot in the last 24 hours and you were sure that adapting to a new planet was difficult.

"Nico is not evil. He's a sweetheart and completely harmless,"

Tom just shook his head at you like you were the alien on his planet.

"Anyways," You started, "I got you some clothes."

You held up the bag so he could see. You laid out the boxers, the pants, and shirts for him to look at on the bed. He stepped forward to see, but then looked at you in shock.

"I am meant to wear that?" He asked incredulously.

You looked at him with a strange look. They did wear clothes, right?What else as he supposed to wear? But, then you thought of different era's clothing styles on this world and suddenly someone from a different galaxy having an entirely different taste in clothing didn't seem that strange.

"Well, yeah. What do you usually wear? You do wear clothes right?"

"Yes, I wear clothes. However, they do not look like that. Mine appear much more comfortable and loose compare to those things." He said while pointing to the pants.

Who knew? A high maintenance alien.

"Why don't you just try them? I got a few different sizes. We can return the ones that don't fit tomorrow and you can pick out some clothes of your own."

The alien reluctantly agreed. You instructed him on how to put on the clothes and gave him his socks and shoes. You really went out of budget with the shopping, but you figured it didn't matter since you were returning them the next day. When you got him dressed as comfortably as you could, although he thought every bit of it was uncomfortable, you gave him a tour of your house.