A couple days later a bunch of rumors have popped up.  I'm not a fan of spreading false news.

'Tom Holland and (y/n) (l/n) are actually not together anymore'

'The newlywed Tom Holland is having an affair with the star Zendaya.'

'Makeup figure (y/n) Holland [(l/n)] is using Tom Holland for publicity'

These are all totally fake. I just hate that people think that these could potentially be real.

'Makeup Channel (y/n)Face's (y/n) and movie star Tom Holland secretly got married'

That one is true.

'Is the newly married couple Tom Holland and (y/n) Holland actually pregnant?'

'(Y/n) (l/n) is pregnant!'

'Tom Holland's new wife is pregnant.'

'A Holland baby is on the way?'

I turn my phone off and toss it across the room. I hate that rumors get to me! It's just false words, or words that people don't want to tell.

"Love? I heard a loud noise. Are you ok?" Tom asks coming into our bedroom. He still had his bag and shoes on. He must have just gotten home.

"The rumors and articles are getting to me again. I hate that people think it's ok to say incriminating things about someone that's completely false." I mutter. Tom gently places his fingers under my chin and had me look at him. A soft smile is gently placed on his lips.

"The world doesn't know things. We know what's actually true and others can only come up with false news to fill the gap in." Tom says pushing my hair back.

"You know just what to say Tom." I smile. "Now shower! You smell super gross!"

I push him off the bed and he falls on his butt. I laugh at that and he just pouts before standing up.

"I don't smell that bad." Tom defends.

"Well my nose has decided that it's extra sensitive to smells. So give me a break."