Y/N POV

"Thomas." I groan as he pushes me off the bed.

"You wouldn't get up. We have a plane to catch in two hours and you're not even up. We need to leave in ten minutes." Tom explains. My head snaps up and in his direction.

"I'm ready to go." I tell him.

"You're in your pajamas."

"Am I not aloud to wear pajamas to the airport?" I glare at him.

"I mean you can but wouldn't you rather get dressed? I'm sure fans will be there and you'll probably get your picture taken a million times." He tells me.

"Do they expect me to look like Zendaya while at an airport?"

"Why would anyone expect you to look like Zendaya?"

"Because everyone thinks she's better then I am. So they expect me to try and be like her when I obviously can't be." I say before standing up and walking over to my suitcase.

"Where did you get that from?" Tom looked hurt.

"Twitter. I was looking at what people said about our engagement." I say before pulling out an outfit.

"Do you really think that's true? That they think shes better than you?" He asks.

"Kind of, yeah. Now turn around, I need to change." I tell him.

"Ive seen you naked, why do I need to turn around?" Tom asks.

"Pervert!" I yell before grabbing the closest shoe to me and throwing it at him.

"Fine fine." He says before turning around and rubbing his side, the place where he had been hit. Its silent for a bit while I change.

"Do you think shes better than you?" Tom breaks the silence.

"Yeah." I say as I put on my socks. "Also, you can turn around now."

Tom turns around. "Why would you ever think that?"

"Because its true, isn't it? There is a reason why they perferred you with Zendaya and not me." I shrug.

"Don't you dare ever think lile that! I prefer you with me, not zendaya with me." Tom hugs me.

"And don't you dare ever apologise to me, or an unconscious me, about things that don't need to be apologised for." I wrap my arms around him.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"Now we need to go." Tom tells me, unwrapping his arms around my body.

"I havent even brushed my teeth!"

"You can do that when we land in China."

"Tom!"

"Too bad."

***

"My teeth feel so clean!" I grin as I fall back onto the hotel bed.

"How nice." Tom stares at his phone.

"What are you doing?"

"Tweeting."

"Ah so you're feeding your fans?"

"What?" Tom furrows his eyebrows as he looks at me.

"Hm?" I hum.

"'Feeding my fans'?" Hd says.

"Well yeah. You know, finally giving them something to be happy about. My sister used to die every time you tweeted." I tell him.

"Okay then." He says before typing more on his phone.

"Do you want to go out on a date tonight?" I ask.

"Pardon?"

"We've only ever been on one date." I tell him.

"So? We spend every day together anyways. And I have to leave for interviews in a couple of hours." Tom tells me.

"Fine. I'll go make new friends." I say.

"You can come with me, you know."

"No, I'm good."

"Why won't you come with me?"

"I don't want to."

"Why?"

"I just don't." I shrug.

"God, you're boring." Tom groans.

"How am I boring?"

"You won't come with me." Tom pouts.

"I'm going to the carpet with you, is that not good enough?" I ask.

"No." His pout becomes stronger.

"Well then thats your problem." I smile.

"You're so mean." He crosses his arms over his chest.

"That's your- shit." I hold my hand over my mouth as I run to the bathroom.

TOM POV

"Not this again!" I follow her into the bathroom and throw a washcloth in the sink before turning on the water and kneeling down next to her.

"Yeah you're staying with me today. You probably ate something bad on the plane or the flu just took a six hour break." I rub Y/N's back as the contents of her stomach come back to the light of day.

"It'll be okay, honey." I rub her back lightly. "It will be okay."

"Tom." She breathes heavily as she backs away from the toilet.

"Yes?"

"What if it's something else?"

"I used a condom, don't be stupid. And it's not even morning sickness, you threw up all day yesterday." I tell her.

"Yeah." She nods lightly.

"Here." I grab the towel and hand it to her. I watch as she rubs her face.

"Thank you." Her smile is soft as she stands up and throws the towel back in the sink. I stand up and look at her.

"Of course. Anything for the love of my life." I smile as I grab her hand.

"Where's Tessa?" She asks.

"What?"

"You seem to be talking to the love of your life, so where's Tessa?" She questions.

"Wow, Y/N. Wow." I shake my head before hugging her.

"I love you too, Tom. I always will." She pats my back as we hug.

***

Y/N POV

"I can't believe you actually got me to come with you." I shake my head as I watch him pace around the room.

"Now, you're not allowed to leave this room. There's a bathroom righr there. If you need water there's a fridge right there." Tom points at intimate objects as he tells me things.

"I know, youve told me a million times." I roll my eyes.

"But remember the biggest rule," Tom starts.

"no food." We finish his sentence together. Tom walks up to me and holds my face in both his hands.

"I love you." He kisses my forhead.

"You act as if I'm dying." I smile lightly.

"I'll see you every half an hour." Tom promises before letting go of me and leaving the room.

***

"'Half an hour' he said. 'I promise' he said. 'No food' he also said." I say as Tom enters the room an hour later with a bag of bagels.

"It's eleven, you need something to eat. Whether it be bagels or bread." Tom says.

"Bagels are bread." I raise an eyebrow at him.

"I get it, you're always right, now can we please get over that stupid thing I just said?" He asks.

"When did I say I was always right? I mean I am, usually, but I only ever think it." I smile innocently.

"Just eat a damn bagel." Tom throws the hard piece of bread at me.

"I will, thank you." I catch it and take a bite.

"Oh my fod you caught that." Tom sits down next to me.

"I know, I'm trying to hold in my excitement." I tell him after swallowing.

"You're adorable." Tom smailes slightly as he watches me eat.

"This isn't creepy whatsoever." I tell him.

"Its not creepy unless you make it creepy." Tom slightly nudges my arm softly, as if I was a butterfly, one that could die, or well throw up, at a single touch.

"And you made it creepy." I tell him.

"Whatever." He rolls his eyes. "Have you been sick since I left?"

"No, but then again I haven't ate anything either." I tell him.

"You have a point." Tom nods slightly.

"I always have a point." I smile.

"You especially have a big point in my life." He flirts.

"You're trying to be cute but I'm pretty sure you said that sentence wrong." I tell him.

"I should go back to work." Tom gets off the couch.

"Will you be back in half an hour this time?"

"We'll see."

***

"Someone should buy you a watch." I say as Tom comes in three hours from the time he left.

"I have a watch." Tom points to his watchless wrist.

"Sure you do." I nod looking away from him and at my phone.

"Its called a phone." I look back up at Tom to see him holding up his phone.

"So you don't know how to read a digital clock then?" I eye him up and down.

"Yes, I do. I just couldn't come back." Tom defends.

"Mhm." I hum, going back to putting my attention on my phone.

"Lets cuddle for a bit." Tom says, sitting down next to me.

"The red carpet starts in an hour." I tell him as he grabs my phone and puts in on the coffee tabke infront of us.

"That gives me ten minutes to spend with my fiancee." Tom wraps his arms around me and brings me into his chest.

"We never did talk about how much this ring costed." I hold my hand up to show off the engagement ring. It was gold with carved designs and a diamond in the middle.

"You don't need to know how much it costed." He kisses my temple.

"But it looks too expensive. I should at least pay for some of it." I tell him.

"You won't pay for any of it." Tom says.

"Well now I just feel bad." I pout.

"Don't you dare feel bad." Tom tells me.

"You can't tell me how to feel." I smile.

"But I can change how you feel." He hugs me tighter.

"I love you." I mumble as I snuggle my head into his chest.

"I love you too."

Hihihihihihi!

This is so close to being over, oh my god!

I have a question!

So some authors make instagrams to follow and communicate with readers, so...

WOULD ANY OF YOU LIKE IF I DID THAT?

If I made an Instagram for this wattpad account to follow you guys and make group chats and stuff on. I would also post and stuff nut that's another thing.

That's just an idea.

I don't know how many of you would actually care about that, but I thought it would be a nice idea to get to know each other.

So what do you think?
Should I do it?

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