Tom Is Typing :: A Tom Holland Fan-fiction

Chapter 28

In Tom's Bedroom

You both woke up at the blaring alarm. His arms were around your waist and yours in his hair, and your shirt pulled up to the small of your back. When did your shirt crawl up? He looked at you with excited eyes. He loved looking at your face.

Sunday: 8:30 am

Tom: Morning beautiful

Y/N: Hey gorgeous

Tom: Are you insulting me?

Y/N: No I'm addressing how outstanding you look all the time

Y/N: *mess up his hair even more than it already is*

Tom: Hey!

Y/N: Turn off the frigging alarm

Tom: Jesus! *unplugs alarm*

Y/N: No need to get so mad

Tom: I thought you weren't a morning person

Y/N: I am when your around

Tom: I guess we switch places when we're with each other

Y/N: *laughs*

Y/N: Yeah I guess so

Tom: I don't want to get up

Tom: Can we just stay here all day?

Y/N: We have to get up

Y/N: *throws legs off the bed*

Tom: You're kidding right?

Y/N: You want breakfast?

Tom: Don't ignore me and yes

Tom: I'm starving

Y/N: You can have breakfast in bed and I'll make you tea