You were up early in the morning fangirling over the latest photoshoot Tom had. The pictures were everywhere on social media. You could just squeak of how adorable he looked and also feel weak with the shirtless pictures. You had your cup of coffee on one side of the laptop as you sat on the high stool in the kitchen. You squint a few times at the screen to read the comments.
"Darling, what are you doing up so early?" You hear a sleepy Tom say he walks closer to you. You immediately closes the laptop screen. "I couldn't sleep so I decided to do work instead." You say looking away as you pick up your cup. "Alright. Can we make some yummy french toast for breakfast?" He asks. "Absolutely." You say squishing his cheeks.
"Love, can I burrow your laptop to reply to an email? I'm supposed to give them an answer before 10 today." He says walking out of the kitchen to get to your laptop which was moved to the living room.
You had forgotten about your twitter account on updating and going crazy over Tom. Tom opens your laptop and stares at it confusingly. It took him a few minutes to realise that it was your twitter account. He smiles to himself before picking up his phone and searching for your twitter account. He likes almost all of your tweets he could.
After replying to the email he was told to, he walks back into the kitchen as casually as he could. "Yay it's done." He says looking at you decorate the plates. "I have to go meet up with Harry to go for an interview. It's stressful." Tom says sitting down with his plate.
After a lovely breakfast you decide to go back in twitter again. Tom was in the room getting ready to go out. Your eyes go wide as you stare at the notifications from Tom. Your face turns read from embarrassment. Everyone has figured out that Tom had liked your tweets and was going crazy over it. Some complaining that he didn't notice them. They had no idea it was you behind that Tom Holland's fangirl account.
"Babe! Could you come here for a second?" You hear Tom call out. You stay without moving from your position. Feeling too embarrassed to face him. "Love?" He calls out again. "Coming." You reply only for you to hear.
You stand frozen near the entrance as you see Tom shirtless. "This shirt or that one?" He asks holding one in his hand and pointing to another on the bed. "Umm, that one." You say pointing at the shirt in his hands. "I thought so too." He says removing it from the hanger and putting it on. "Oh and love, you're blushing." He says giving you a little smirk followed by a wink. You bite your lip from screaming out of embarrassment.
He walks closer to you. "Also my number one fan." He says moving his face towards yours to kiss you.
