Tom Holland Blurbs

wisdom teeth (t.h.)

Y/N's POV

If Thomas Stanley Holland hated one thing, it was going to the dentist. Dentist appointments made him nervous and jittery and all his fidgeting put me on edge which made me mad at Tom and that made Tom made at me. It was all a never ending cycle that was actually very funny and that Tom and I laughed at quite frequently except when it was actually happening.

Like today, as I drove Tom to get his wisdom teeth taken out.

I was fuming, having spent my morning trying to talk Tom out of phoning the dentist and cancelling the appointment or catching him trying to sneak out of the house with the car keys so he could go to the gym when we both knew he was going to go hide at his mum's house. I knew it was just his anxiety going through the roof that was making him act like a child, but I was insanely close to losing my temper. Thankfully, Tom seemed to pick up on the fact that he had driven me to the edge of sanity and the ride to pick up Harrison and Tuwaine before the actual appointment was silent except for the radio.

When the other two boys got in the car, they immediately started trying to lift Tom's spirits, knowing he was stressed out of his mind about this appointment and I appreciated their efforts even though Tom's anxious expression didn't change much.

We finally made it to the dentist's office and Tom's knee was bouncing faster than I'd ever seen it. Tuwaine and Haz climbed out of the car and when I noticed Tom not moving, a twinge of emotion shot through me, prompting me to reach over and place my hand on top of his own, which he was wringing in consternation. His gaze shot to mine, and I tried to smile in a comforting way as my thumb rubbed over the back of his hand.

"Tom, you're going to be fine," I said softly. "You'll be sore afterwards but you'll be fine and I'll take care of you, I promise. Your teeth have been bothering you for awhile, won't it be nice to have to go through a little soreness and then have your jaw stop hurting?"

"Yeah, I guess," he mumbled, watching his hands play with my fingers in his lap. He looked adorable today, clad in light grey sweats, a black hoodie and Converse. "'M sorry I was so annoying this morning, love. I just really hate going here, it wigs me out."

"I know, babe, it's okay," I said, smiling at him to show him I really was fine. "Now let's get this over with so we can go home and take a nap."

We both climbed out of the car, joining Tuwaine and Haz in the parking lot as we walked into the dreaded dentist's office. Tom checked himself in, getting handed a clipboard with some paperwork that he immediately passed to me because I knew everything that would need to go on it. I rolled my eyes affectionately because of how automatic it was for Tom to have me fill out his paperwork, he would probably forget his own head sometimes if it wasn't attached to his neck.

I grabbed a pen and sat down, Tom dropping into the seat next to me while Haz and Tuwaine tried to distract him with funny videos and fan comments on social media. Tom laughed a little, but his knee kept bouncing and his hands were shaking as he rubbed his palms on his thighs. I focused on finishing the paperwork but could not ignore the waves on anxiety that rolled of of my boyfriend.

"Tom Holland?" The dental assistant's voice startled Tom, and he jumped a little in his seat before standing up and turning to hand me his phone and wallet.

"Do you need me to come back with you?" I asked, as much to ease Tom's stress as for myself. I had been so focused on helping him through the day that I had been burying how much I hated any time someone I cared about had to have surgery, especially surgery where they had to be unconscious for. I smiled up at Tom, trying to convince him I was completely okay so he wouldn't worry. He knew me better than that, however and he leaned down to where I was sitting and grabbed my hand in his own before bringing our joined hands up to his mouth and pressing a soft kiss to the back of mine.