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Letting out an irritated groan, [Y/N] rolled over in her bed. With her eyes still closed, she pawed for her phone that was obnoxiously buzzing on her night stand. Yanking the charger out, she opened an eye to see that it was a facetime from Tom is better than Harrison👍👌🙌. Groaning again, she slid to answer.
“You better have a damn good reason why you’re facetiming me at three in the morning, Holland.” Regrettably sitting up, she tried to adjust to the brightness of her phone.
Tom gave an apologetic grin, “I miss you, does that count as a good enough reason?”
[Y/N] tried to fight back the smile but gave in. Playfully rolling her eyes, she squinted at his surroundings. It appeared that he was at the beach and that it was sunnier than hell. She instantly became jealous. “I was going to let it be a good enough reason but now I see your ass is at the beach and I’m pissed again.”
“Oh but love,” Tom pouted. “I can’t help if I’m shooting near the beach.” Jutting out his bottom lip, he pulled his sunglasses up on top his head. “If it helps, it’s really not that much fun.”
“Mhm, yeah okay.” She said sarcastically.
“I’m being completely one hundred percent serious.” Tom flinched when a fan walked past and waved. It always made [Y/N] giggle when fans did that. It always caught him off guard and he’d have mini heart attacks because he’d never be aware of his surroundings when he facetimed with her. “I really do miss you.”
Shifting into a better position, she laid on her side with her head propped on her hand. “I miss you too.”
“Will you please come to me?” Tom asked.
[Y/N] took a deep inhale, she hated when Tom asked her that. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, it was because she hated planes. She became extremely anxious and would nearly have a panic attack every time. “You know I can’t.” She finally said.
Tom frowned, “Please, baby.”
“I promise it won’t be that bad. You just have to make it here and then you’ll have me on the way back. I just miss you so much.” Tom pleaded, he hated being away from her for too long. It made him go a little mental when he was apart from [Y/N].
“I’d be on a six hour flight, Tom.” [Y/N] whined. “And then getting used to the time zone switch.”
“Please,” Tom dragged out. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while.” He wiggled his brows and laughed at her expression.
“Is that why you want me to endure a six hour anxiety induced flight because you just want some?” She asked with a raised brow.
Tom laughed again. “I mean it wouldn’t be a bad thing to get some if you came.”
“Thomas Stanley Holland, if only your mother heard you right now.” She warned.
“I’d be in a shit load of trouble.” Tom responded as he took a seat on a bench. “I’m almost certain she believes we’re still virgins.”
“I don’t think you give your mother enough credit. We’re twenty and have stayed in multiple hotel rooms together since we were eighteen. I’m sure she knows we’re not saving ourselves for marriage.”
“Well I am. I’m saving all of me just for you.”
Rolling her eyes, she yawned. “Wrap it up, kid. I’m sleepy.”
“[Y/N] [M/N] [L/N], please for the love of god, will you get on the next plane and come to me.”
“Tom,” she whined again. “I’m seriously about to have a panic attack thinking about it. What do you think is going to happen if I do get on a plane for six hours.”
“You’ll probably hyperventilate and scare the shit out everyone that’s sitting beside you.” Tom shrugged his shoulders at her expression, “You asked.”
“I hate you sometimes.”
“No you don’t.”
“I really do.”
“Ahh, you really don’t.”
“I mean I could if you were here.”
“Thomas!” [Y/N] shrieked.
Laughing, Tom ran a hand through his hair. “Babe, just please come. I really need you. I’m getting so unbelievably stressed out right now and you always know what to do and say to make me feel better.”
[Y/N] groaned, she hated when Tom used that whole ‘you make my stress go away’ ruse. But, she knew at the same time that it wasn’t just a trick to get her there. She really didn’t know how she made Tom’s stress disappear but she did. “Baby.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.” She groaned. “When I wake up later, I’ll look up the flights okay?”
Tom smiled, “Let me know which one and I’ll pay for it, okay?”
“Absolutely not.” She countered.
“What? Yes.” Tom snapped back, his brow raised. “I kind of peer pressured you into coming here, so let me pay for it okay?”
“And let you pay for my hotel room too? This is how it goes, you always pay for everything.”
“Of course not. You’re staying with me.” Tom grinned, “And I’m supposed to and before you hit me with the whole sexist shit, it’s also because I want to. You’re my Queen, baby.”
She rolled her eyes, but smiled. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”
“Won’t be soon enough. I love you, get some sleep.”
“I love you too and don’t worry I plan on it.” She blew him a kiss and ended the call. Setting her phone back on her nightstand, she sighed into her pillow. Reaching down to pull the collar of the hoodie she wore to her nose, she inhaled Tom’s scent. At least she’ll get to steal another hoodie of his when she visits. [Y/N] couldn’t even begin to count the number of his hoodies she had in her closet. And she was amazed that he kept buying them knowing that they would end up with her.
Smiling as she fell asleep, she couldn’t wait to see and feel him again.