As you two are being followed by paparazzi, Tom sighs and holds you close. This is something that happens normally when you two hang out in public, so he’s pretty used to it.

He’s used to being followed by paparazzi in general. Tom does hate the flash the cameras make, it’s annoying and not necessary. “Just ignore them, they’re all creeps anyway.” you hear him whisper in your ear.

He keeps his arm around your waist, making sure you stay nearby. Damnit. “We need to hide somewhere, or something.” The cameras are really getting on his nerves.