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The blood rushed through my ears, my rapid heartbeat being felt in every inch of my body. I bit anxiously at my nail, feeling fainter by the second as I stared at my phone. After all, I was waiting on the call from my boyfriend of three years, Tom Holland, that would tell me whether or not he could come home for Christmas. After all, given the current Covid pandemic, it was no longer as easy as Tom just jumping on a flight, even with the private jet that the Russo Brothers hired out to take the cast safely to the set of the new "Spiderman" movie. And so I was currently waiting for the call that would tell me if Tom could fly back, and would therefore determine if I was going to be alone for the holidays. I snapped out of my thoughts as my phone started to ring. My eyes widened and I jumped up to get it as it showed Tom's smiling face and his number.

"Hey, babe, hey." I chuckled nervously.

"Hey, darling, how's it going?" he asked.

"I'll be better once I know if I'm spending Christmas alone, or with my boyfriend." I nodded. I heard a sigh, my eyes wavering and my heart dropping as that tiny sound gave me all of the answers that I needed.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart." He choked. I returned it, tears immediately spilling out of my eyes as my legs gave way and forced me to sit back on the sofa. I shook my head, my head in my hands as I tried not to let Tom hear me cry.

"What happened?" I choked.

"This new strain bullshit. Nothing in or out of the UK until after Christmas, even private planes. Darling, I cannot tell you how sorry I am." He spoke softly. I bit my lip so hard that I could taste blood as I shook my head again.

"It's not your fault, Tommy." I mumbled, worried that if I tried to be any louder, I'd just start sobbing. And I could tell by his voice that Tom already felt awful enough about this.

"I know, but I just keep thinking, what if I hadn't taken the job, what if I'd insisted on being home a week earlier for Christmas." He sighed. I returned it and looked down.

"Don't do that to yourself, Tommy. You can't go back and change the past, so don't beat yourself up over it. I'll be okay." I lied.

"Will you, though? What will you do now? I know that you don't like spending Christmas with your family." He stated. I bit my lip and looked up, trying not to cry any more than I already was.

"I'll figure something out, Tommy. I promise." I mumbled. I heard him sigh.

"Okay. Listen, I've got to go, but I love you, okay? I love you so fucking much, sweetheart." He choked. I nodded and looked down, my face drenched now in tears.

"I love you too, Tommy. Stay safe." I whispered.

"You too, darling. Talk later." He mumbled. I nodded before hanging up the phone. I squeezed my eyes shut, my hands balling into fists around the sofa cushions as I desperately tried to not have a full-on breakdown. Not that it was working. I choked again, letting the tears flow freely as I lay down on the sofa, my heart shattered and my mind starting to wonder how the fuck I'd fill Christmas without Tom.

It had been a few days since Tom had called to tell me that he couldn't come home for Christmas, and I'd not left the house since. And now here I was, on Christmas Eve, with no plans of how I was going to spend the holiday and with no boyfriend by my side. Dom and Nicki had very kindly invited me to spend Christmas with them and Tom's brothers, but despite me practically being Tom's fiancé by this point, it still didn't feel right without him. I was pulled from my thoughts as I heard a knock on the door. I sighed, knowing that I was in no state to open the door given that I was in pyjamas that hadn't been washed in a week, and a body that hadn't been washed in nearly as many days. But I knew that I had to.

"Coming!" I called out in a half-arsed manner as I slumped to the door and opened it. My eyebrows furrowed as all I saw was a massive bunch of roses, covering the face of whoever was delivering them.

"Flowers for Miss Y/L/N." my eyes widened. No, it couldn't be, I thought as I squinted my eyes. I swore to god, that that was Tom's voice. I gulped and raised my hand to gently push the flowers out of the way of the man's face. I choked, my eyes wavering as the flowers moved to reveal Tom's smiling features.

"Hey, darling." He smiled. I squealed, making Tom laugh and drop the flowers as I jumped on him, his hands raising to hold my thighs and hold them around his waist. I took his face and immediately pressed our lips together, making him smile into it as he shut the front door with his foot.

"Careful, I'm losing my footing-ah!" he laughed as we fell to the floor, my body straddling his as I continued to pepper kisses all over his face and he continued to laugh.

"What happened, I thought that you weren't allowed to fly." I choked as I looked at him, his hands still on my waist.

"The Russo Brothers pulled a fuck ton of strings and called in pretty much every favour to get British members of the crew back in time for Christmas. And since we all tested negative, they said that we were okay to come into the country." He nodded. I looked at him.

"When did you find this out? You said that you couldn't come almost a week ago." I gulped. He sighed and nodded, looking at me as he rested his head against the carpet.

"Please don't be mad at me. We found out, like, a day after I called that we could actually fly, but I wanted to surprise you. I'm sorry." He returned my gulp. I shook my head and bit my lip as I gently moved my hand to his face.

"It's okay, I don't care about that. All that I care about is that you're now home, safe and sound, for Christmas." I reassured. He smiled and gently pecked my lips before standing up, my legs still around his waist as he stood. I had made the mistake of letting him go a few months ago to go film "Spiderman" and had nearly just lost him at Christmas because of that, I sure as fuck wasn't going to let him go now.

"Now, how about we make up for the time lost, huh?" he smirked, ghosting his lips over mine as he started to carry me to our bedroom.

"I was waiting for you to say that." I admitted, making his smirk widen as he joined our lips together and gently put me down on the bed before crawling over me.

Tom and I lay in our bed, the sheets covering our naked bodies as we lay in each other's embrace. I traced circles on his abs with my finger, my head resting on his sturdy chest as his hand drew patterns on my waist.

"You know that I didn't buy you any presents, right? Since I wasn't expecting you to be here." I admitted quietly, smiling up at Tom as he laughed and nodded.

"I don't know, darling, I think that what we just did was a pretty good present." He smirked and kissed my head. I returned it and rested my chin on his chest so that I could look up at him.

"What?" he smiled. I shrugged and looked at him.

"I'm just so glad that you're home for Christmas. I was dreading the idea of having to spend it without you." I whispered. He sighed and nodded, giving me a small smile as he gently rubbed my cheek with his finger.

"You'll never have to spend another Christmas without me, sweetheart. And that's a promise." He reassured. I smiled and nodded before leaning up and gently kissing him again. Boy was I glad to have him home in time for Christmas.