Tom Holland Imagines

Welcome to Tokyo (T.H.) p1

1st Person POV

"You wanna come to Japan with me?" is all Tom had to say to get me on board. Traveling to Tokyo has been a dream of mine, and Tom knows it; that's probably why he asked me to come in the first place.

Later this week there was going to be another Spider-Man: Homecoming premier, and possibly the last one. Both Harrison and Harry decided to come as well, they wanted to visit Tokyo to "support him" even though everyone knows they just want to take pictures.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey Y/N," Tom continually pokes the side of my stomach as I lay down on the uncomfortable airplane seat. Tom sat next to me to mess with my hair and watch some lame movie as I slept. And since I decided to let Tom sit with me, I am now not getting any sleep.

"What do you want, Caterpillar," I mumble into arm. For the past couple of weeks, Tom's mustache hairs have been growing out and I've nicknamed them caterpillars, so now he's my caterpillar.

He was smiling at me, I can tell since his hand stopped raking my hair and Tom let out a cheerful sigh. "I was going to ask you if you wanted to be my date at the premiere, but since you called me a caterpillar—"

My head snaps up at him, faster than it has ever done before when Tom told me something exciting. "No take-backsy," I tell him sternly as his hand starts combing my hair again.

"Then apologize to the caterpillar," he pokes out his lower lip and makes a whining puppy noise.

"Never."

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Luckily I brought a semi expensive romper with me to the premiere; I was this close to wearing a trash bag (well not literally). The romper was a light orange floral pattern with a white cardigan and chunky, brown boots.

The main reason for wearing this kind of outfit is because of Tom. He wanted to wear something traditional in the Japanese culture, but also wanted to match. So here I am wearing an orange romper.

"You look like a dad," I whisper to Tom as we begin to walk the carpet. The goal for every red carpet event I go to is to make Tom crack, and every time it almost happens. "The way you have your shirt tucked into your pants, the pricey watch you decided the wear, and your little caterpillar to top it—"

Then he broke. Tom made sure that nobody was near him on the carpet, just photographers and interviewers, so he did it. Tom turned around and begun tickling the sides of my stomach so I would stop messing with him.

"Wanna try that again, darling," Tom stopped to look right at my face, our noses just inches from each other. His frown quickly turns into a smirk as he begins tickling me again, causing me to squirm under his grip even more.

"Thomas," it's my turn to whisper close to him, "people will begin rumors."

"Then let them."

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I couldn't brush off what he said to me last night. I was up all night thinking about what it meant, but it also didn't help that he was in the room next to mine. We got two rooms in Japan, one for me and one for the three boys. They wanted to give me privacy, which is nice in all, but their room seems very crowded for three messy boys. (And I also got very lonely last night and was very tempted to ask one of the boys to at least sleep in the other bed next to mine.)