Requested by oohanlon08: I would love to see some imagines of Tom and reader being attacked by the paparazzi and Tom getting worried

I stood behind the cameras and the lights, out of the interview shot that Tom would be in soon as he sat across from the interviewer.

"Okay, so I'm just going to ask a couple of questions from fans, nothing too challenging or intimate." the interview teased.

"Of course, no bother." Tom chuckled and shook his head before looking at me.

"You okay?" he mouthed. I nodded and smiled, him giving me a wink in return as the cameras started rolling.

"Good morning, I'm Brittany and welcome to WatchMojo. Today, I'm here with Spiderman star and hot-shot young actor, Tom Holland." she smiled.

"Thanks for having me." he returned.

"So, your fans want to know a lot of things, Tom. Including things about your girlfriend, Y/N, who you came out as being with six months ago now." she nodded.

"I knew that this would come up." he chuckled, making me bite my lip as Brittany returned the chuckle.

"Your fans want to know how that's going." she spoke. Tom nodded and let his eyes wander, clearly thinking as he rubbed a hand over his chin.

"It's going really well, yeah. We've been together for almost a year now, since we waited for a few months before we decided to make our relationship public knowledge, but it's amazing. Y/N is everything that I'd ever want in a woman. She's beautiful, smart, kind, tenacious, gentle. Yeah, I love everything about her." he nodded and smiled, making me smile too as I blushed at the words.

"Now, the paparazzi had an absolute field day when you guys went public." Brittany stated.

"Oh, definitely. They were calling my friends and family, asking where we were going on dates, asking where we were travelling to next, asking if we'd had any fights recently, it was insane." he scoffed and shook his head.

"Does that ever make you worry about the health of your girlfriend and relationship?" she asked.

"Yeah, of course it does. Especially when incidents like we experienced recently happen." he nodded. My smile started to dip and I gulped as I remembered that day.

"Oh?" Brittany asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"So, I had taken Y/N out shopping, and we'd gotten lunch in a lovely cafe near the shops. And when we went to leave, the cameras were outside." he started to explain.

"That was amazing, I swear that I won't have to eat for the rest of the day now." I teased, making Tom laugh and nod as the waitress put the bill onto our table. Tom leant forward and grabbed it before I did, making me groan.

"You're never quite quick enough, darling." he chuckled and shook his head as he read the bill.

"Tommy, you know that I always appreciate everything that you do for me, but you've literally paid for everything in our relationship since our first date. That's almost a year of you paying for everything and me not paying at all. You know that I hate not putting in my fair share." I sighed.

"I just don't see the point in you paying, sweetheart. I've got the money to pay, and me paying is another way to show you how much I love you." he shrugged. I sighed and bit my lip.

"Are you absolutely certain that you're okay with paying for stuff? You've spent fuck knows how much on me." I gulped.

"I promise, darling. If I was fussed about you paying for stuff, I would have said something. As long as I have jobs coming in and as long as I love you, I'll always pay." he reassured. I sighed and nodded before leaning across the table. Tom got the hint and leant in to press our lips together.

"Thank you, Tommy. As always, I appreciate it." I smiled, standing up as Tom placed a twenty-pound note on the dish that held the bill on it.

"I know you do, babe." he returned. I bit my lip as I held onto his arm, him putting his spare hand over mine as we started to head towards the doors of the cafe. I looked up and my eyes widened.

"Again, really?" I sighed as there were at least twenty photographers outside, already taking photos of us.

"You know the drill by now, darling. Look down, don't let go of me and don't say anything. I've got you." he reassured. I gulped and nodded, my grasp on his arm tightening as he opened the doors. Immediately the paparazzi swarmed around us, making me immediately curl into Tom. he wrapped his arm around me protectively as he pulled me through the crowd.

"Tom! How's your relationship going! Give her a kiss!" one yelled.

"Come on, give us some photos of the pair of you! You're an attractive couple!" another one yelled.

"We're just trying to get to my car, please leave us be. Thank you." he nodded, his grip on my waist getting tighter as he rushed us through the crowd. I gulped, my heart racing as I tried to keep my back against Tom's chest, but it was difficult given the sheer volume of photographers around us. Suddenly, my wrist was grabbed, making me cry out as I was partially pulled away from Tom's body. He immediately noticed and looked around to see what was happening.

"Hey, what the fuck?!" he spat at the photographer as he pulled the guy's hand off of my wrist before looking at him.

"Fucking touch my girlfriend again and I'll never do anything with your magazine again." he snapped as he stared the guy down. The photographer just scoffed at him. Tom gave the guy one last glare before wrapping his arm back around me and getting us to the car. I climbed in, a small choke leaving my lips at what had just happened. Tom climbed into the other side and immediately looked at my wrist.

"You okay, darling?" he gulped as he gently took my wrist into his hand.

"Y-yeah, just a little shocked." I chuckled lightly, but Tom could tell that it was fake. He sighed and gave me a small smile.

"I'm so sorry that that happened, sweetheart. That was so out of order. We'll get some ice on it when we're home, yeah?" he asked.

"Okay. But Tommy, it wasn't your fault. Don't you dare feel bad about that." I shook my head. He sighed again and nodded before leaning in and pressing his lips to my head. I gave him a small smile as he pulled away and started the car.

"He attacked you?" Brittany scoffed.

"Yeah, he did. Y/N and I were just leaving the cafe, minding our own business, and he thought it was appropriate to try and grab her and yank her away from me. She was okay, but naturally I was angry and so I rang up the magazine that he worked for. Turns out that he has a history of being too physical and rough with celebrities when trying to get photos." he sighed.

"What does that do to your relationship with Y/N?" Brittany asked. Tom sighed and looked at me, making me give him a small yet reassuring smile.

"It makes it tough at times, sure. Sometimes I even doubt if I should be putting her through that, because ultimately she only gets put into those situations when I'm around. But then I remember how much we love each other. It's even past that for us, we're in love. And that's what we always come back to. I'm so lucky because Y/N sees situations like that as the photographers' faults, not mine for putting her in a situation where she's with me. So, sure, it gets tough at times, but we're in love, and that's what wins out." he admitted.

"That's very sweet, Tom. I'm sure that Y/N appreciates that sentiment." Brittany nodded. Tom smiled as he flicked his eyes to me.

"I know that she does. And that's just another reason that I love her." he nodded. I blew him a kiss, making him smile and shake his head before looking back at Brittany.