Texts from Tom Hiddleston
19. First Fight
(If you can even call it that)
A big thank you to @justseewherethisgoes for helping me with this one π₯° Go read her stuff!
You woke up around 2am with a splitting headache and plenty of shame to match. You looked over at Tom who was fast asleep next to you. He looked as perfect as ever and all you could think about was how much you didnβt deserve him. You took the aspirin on your bedside table and chugged the glass of water beside it. Wanting to make sure to rehydrate, you got up to get some more water. When you got back to bed you noticed you had a text from Chelsea.
βEverything alright?β Tom mumbled sleepily. You put your phone down and settled back in under the covers.
βIβm good, baby. Go back to sleep.β you told him, stroking his hair.
He pulled you close to him, your back to his chest. βWho is texting you at this hour? Is it that chaperone you fucked yesterday?β
You giggled at the memory. βActually it was Chelsea. We talked and weβre good now.β
βI knew she wouldnβt be able to stay mad at you long. How are you feeling?β he asked as he rubbed your upper arm affectionately.
βI have a horrible headache, but a few more hours of sleep should be enough for me to function at work tomorrow,β you sighed.
βGet some rest, darling,β he said, snuggling closer to you.
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The next day at work you were sluggish, but also relieved that you and Chelsea had worked it out. When the children were asleep for nap, you checked your phone and saw that Tom had texted you.
You felt your heart rate rise as you tucked your phone away. You didnβt know if you were more anxious or angry in that moment. Chelsea finding out about your relationship was one thing, but you had no idea how Emma would react if she found out that her daughterβs teacher was dating her brother. You were fretting about it the rest of the afternoon, and when Emma picked up Annalise you did your best to pretend you were fine, hoping she couldnβt see through you like she could Tom.
After work, you went home to let your dogs out, and feed them. You looked in your kitchen for your own dinner, but you were too anxious to eat, so instead you took the dogs for a walk before dropping them back off at home and heading to Tomβs.
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As soon as Tom opened the door, you momentarily forgot why you were upset. He looked so handsome in his jeans and black sweater with the sleeves rolled up. His bright blue eyes were filled with concern, his eyebrows scrunched together, one slightly higher than the other. Then you remembered your conversation from earlier.
βHey, thanks for coming over,β he said in a timid voice, as he gestured for you to come in. βHow are you?β
βNot great, to be honest,β you replied with a sigh, walking past him into the foyer. βThought I was going to have a panic attack when Emma picked up today. I hope she couldnβt tell.β
βEven if she could, how could she know what it was about?β He tried to reassure you, wrapping his arms around you and bringing you into a tight hug.
βI mean, if you were acting weird last night and you told her you are seeing someone, and then she finds me acting weird the next day, she might put two and two together,β you said as you pushed back to look at him.
βY/N, you make it sound as if Emmaβs my wife and youβre my mistress,β he said, laughing at the ridiculous idea.
You pushed him completely away this time. βTom, do you not get the gravity of this situation?β
βI do, butββ he started but you cut him off.
βIf parents, or the other teachers, or my boss ever finds out about us, not only will I lose my job, but I will never be able to teach again, because no one is going to hire the slut who sleeps with the families of students!β You were practically yelling by the time you finished your sentence, tears flooding your eyes.
Tomβs face fell and his eyes became dark as he looked at you. βDonβt you ever call yourself that again,β he said in a more commanding tone than youβd ever heard from him before. It completely caught you off guard and you felt your temperature rise in more ways than one.
βDonβt you dare tell me what to do,β you spat back at him. βAll I had to do was keep it in my fucking pants, and I couldnβt even do that! Iβm a fucking slut and you know it!β You pushed him again as tears streamed down your face.
βY/N, thatβs enough,β he yelled. You froze and looked at him with wide eyes. He stepped toward you again and took your face in his hands. When he spoke again his voice was much softer. βThis is just your anxiety and insecurities talking, but I need you to listen to me, not them. Do you understand?β You nodded your head as more tears fell. He wiped them away with his thumbs. βEmma does not know itβs you that Iβm dating. If she did, then she would have said something already. That being said, I will make sure to throw her off the scent, okay? You mean too much to me to let this eat away at you like this.β
βThank you,β you managed to choke out as you wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in his chest. His hands moved to your back, rubbing it gently.
βOf course, my sweet girl,β he whispered and kissed the top of your head. You stayed like that for a few minutes as your tears subsided. It wasnβt until then that you realized how tired you were.
βFuck, Iβm exhausted,β you said as you rubbed your puffy eyes. βI should go home and get some sleep.β
βWhy donβt you sleep here?β he suggested.
βBecause I left the dogs at home, and I think theyβre starting to think Iβll abandon them for you.β
βWell, we canβt have that, now can we? Just text me when you get home so I know youβve made it home safely.β
βI will,β you told him, before kissing him softly and bidding him goodbye.
