seen³ ➩ t. holland

Return of the Stairs

The next morning, Tom and Y/n woke up early, well, Tom got up early, then hit Y/n with a pillow to wake her up as well.

"Thomas, it's six in the morning," Y/n groaned, checking her phone, to see the time, "Why'd you wake me up so early?"

"We're going got Notre Dame this morning," Tom grinned.

"Is it even open at six in the morning?" Y/n asked.

"Er- no," Tom said awkwardly, "Our tickets are for ten, but I wasn't sure how long you'd be."

Y/n sighed, looking Tom in the eyes, "It doesn't take me four hours to get ready," she yawned, "So, I'm going back to sleep."

Y/n fell back onto her pillow, while Tom was freaking out, hoping this wouldn't ruin their relationship.

"Wait- tickets?" Y/n asked, quickly sitting up again, "Isn't it free to get in?"

"We're climbing to the top, along with a tour," Tom said innocently, not know what was going through Y/n's head.

"Like stairs?" Y/n asked.

"Yes?" Tom said.

Y/n then started muttering about how she loathed stairs, and how she was sure she was going to die.

"I hate stairs," she muttered, "Goodbye world, at least I got to date Thomas Stanly Holland."

'Y/n? Are you okay?" Tom asked, slightly shaking her.

Y/n looked him dead in the eyes, giving him a sarcastic smile, "Yeah, I'm just fine, I just have to climb a million stairs, which I hate."

Tom's eyes grew big, he had completely forgotten that Y/n hated stairs with a passion, "I'm so sorry, Love, I completely forgot about that."

"It's fine- for now," Y/n sighed, laying back down again, "So, how many stairs, it can't be too bad."

Tom gave an awkward laugh, an awkward smile to accompany it, "Three hundred eighty-seven."

Y/n bolted up, "Three hundred eighty-seven!" she exclaimed.

"Shh," Tom hushed hurriedly, "It's still six in the morning."

"Three hundred eighty-seven stairs?" Y/n whispered loudly, "That's a lot of stairs."

"Hey, I'll be with you till the end of the line," Tom said, giving her a reassuring smile, "You'll be fine."

"I understood that reference," Y/n smiled, starting to calm down, "and I'm not going to lie, that was a good one.

"I learned from the best," Tom said, ruffling Y/n's hair.

"That's nice," Y/n yawned, "But, I'm going back to bed, goodnight."

"Okay, Love," Tom chuckled.

After about an hour, Tom decided to wake Y/n up again.

"Thomas," Y/n sighed, "Can you please let me sleep-"

"You need to get ready so we can leave," Tom said, "I even already got breakfast."

Y/n sat up at the mention of food, "Ooh, what did you get?"

"I got some croissants," Tom chuckled, "and some beignets."

"You are the best," Y/n said, getting out of bed, and kissing Tom on the cheek.

"Anything for the famous Y/n L/n," Tom smiled.

Y/n grabbed a beignet, "Mhm, well, I have to thank the famous Tom Holland for my fame."

"Really," Tom said, "This Tom Holland bloke sounds great."