Quarantined w// Tom Holland

Part 4

As I'm doing my pancakes I notice Harry holding an icepack on his face.

"I'm sorry Harry. I just-"

"It's fine (Y/N). I get it." Harry says with a warm smile. You smile back and turn to Tom, who is whisking the pancake batter. You notice how his biceps are showing, and how the shirt tries not to rip from the pressure.

"(Y/N) stop drooling." Harrison says laughing.

"What?- I'm not!" you reply and look down. There is a few drops of drool, but you quickly swipe you leg on them before Tom notices anything.

"Mate!" Tuwaine yells from upstairs. He runs downstairs with a huge smirk.

"What mate?" Tom says.

Tuwaine looks up from his phone and says:-"You will start filming in a week!"

You turn pale. Tom looks at you, then back at Tuwaine, and again at you.

*BEEP BEEP*

"Fuck me-" you say as the alarm scares you.

"Well well well-!" Harry says with a evil smirk.

"Not literally you dickhead!" you yell with a blush.

"Damn (Y/N)! Tom was already getting exited." Harrison says. You roll your eyes and start cooking the pancake batter.

"How do I flip this shit?" you mumble. Tom swoops on your spot and flips the pancakes.

"Like this love." he says. You look at him in the eyes and hug him. Tom kisses you forehead.

"Get a room!" Harry yells.

"Get your own house!" you scream. Everyone bursts out laughing.

*Toms phone rings*

You take a deep breath. Always when Toms phone rings, it's bad luck to you. Well, almost always..

"Hello?" Tom says. He has a shook face for a moment.

Shit

Tom walks to his office and closes the door. Harrison looks at you.

"It's probably just about the filming (Y/N)."

"Exactly! And I won't be able to go with him!"

"You know he wants you there."

"No he doesn't."

"Mate-" Harrison starts. "If he didn't want you there, why would he always ask you."

"To be polite..?" you reply with a bit of quirkiness.

"Hey guys.." Tom says from the office door.

"What was is Tom?" Harry says from the couch.

"They want me to leave for filming tomorrow."

"To where?"

"Berlin."

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

"I'll go to bed." you say.

"It's 3PM?" Tuwaine says.

"I'll just relax for a moment." you say and walk upstairs to your and Toms bedroom. You plop on the bed and groan.

"FUCK" you scream and grab a pillow to your face.

Tom walks in and plops next to you.

"Babe, I was wondering if-" he starts.

"If what-!" you scream trough the pillow.

"If you wanted to go to Berlin with me?" he says. You freeze.

"You don't want me there." you say.

"I don't?" he says and takes the pillow off your face.

"I'd just distract you from your work." you say and try to grab your pillow back.

"That's not true babe." he says. "I just want you there because-"

"Because the boys would ruin my pancakes?" you say with a little smile.

"Well sure." he replies with a laugh.

DAMN THERE IS A LOT OF TALKING IN THIS ONE HOLY FUCK-