Tom knows how scared you are of someone hurting you because of how famous he is. You know he didn't mean to hurt you. That fear isn't something that you consider funny.

Tom's face drains from all signs of laughter, and he pulls you closer to him after you stop fighting him. "[Y/n], I didn't mean to prey on that fear. I completely forgot... I didn't think. I am sorry, Darling."

You curl closer to him; if there's one place in the whole world that you felt the safest, it was in Tom's arms. He knew that, too, which is why he kept reaching for you when you pushed him away. "Don't do that again, please? In our house is one thing, but in public?"

He nods, kissing your forehead. "Never again. I swear."

You nod and pull back, giving him a smile. He wipes the tears from your eyes. You laugh at the dark red stain below his nose. "I'm sorry I punched you. I didn't know I could do that."

Tom laughs, taking the hand you punched him with and looking it over. "You have one hell of a right hook."

You roll your eyes. "I'm serious, Tom. I'm sorry. Are you okay? Does it hurt?"

"I deserved it."Tom shakes his head, placing an arm around your shoulders and steering you towards the car. "Let's just go home and forget about this, alright? I bought pizza and a movie."

You lean into him and give him a smile. "Sounds good. No scares?"

"No scares," he chuckles.

You giggle as you get into the passengers seat. Tom looks to you from the driver's side, a concerned look on his face. "Are you certain you're alright?"

You nod, giving him a smirk. "I got you good, didn't I?"