𝗠𝗼̈𝘁𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝗖𝗿𝘂̈𝗲 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 🤍

💛 𝗟𝗼𝘆𝗮𝗹𝘁𝘆 {𝗧𝗼𝗺𝗺𝘆 𝗟𝗲𝗲}

This was a request from -BEDOFROSES, so thank you for the idea- I enjoyed writing this one!

Hope you like it 😇

(The other requests I have will be done ASAP, and if you have made a request with me I will always tag you in the chapter when I publish it, I have online school though and it's messing up my writing process at the moment 😂)

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Y/N's POV, 1989

Tommy had been out again all night. I knew what he was doing... I always knew... but it wasn't until recently that I fully accepted it.

Tommy wasn't that most loyal boyfriend I've ever had... I knew from the moment we started seeing one another back in mid '87 that cheating was an inevitability but even though I expected it I didn't expect it as often as it is.

His cheating happened once maybe twice a week. Trust me, I'd still be ignorant to it now if it wasn't for Vince coming to me and telling me that he'd seen Tommy letting girls out of his hotel room every night when they were on the last part of their tour for this year.

Then I had to accept it and it fucking killed me.

Vince apologized and said he'd have told me sooner but didn't want to hurt me which I appreciated- he didn't want to ruin Tom and I's relationship but he wouldn't have, Tommy did that for him.

Like usual when Tommy walked through the front door at 8:30am he stank of staled perfume and was now sporting a rather large hickey on the underside of his jawline, I scoffed internally and just gave him a dead stare "Hey, babe" Tommy grinned but when I gave him no reply he cast his eyes over to me and the smile on his face faltered when he saw my expression looking genuinely concerned "Babe? What's the matter?"

The fucking cheek to ask me that, is he serious?

"You know damn well what, Tommy- don't you dare give me that bullshit!" I snapped harshly towards the man, my tone didn't seem to ring any bells in the mans head and Tom remained looking clueless making his way around the couch so he was sitting next to me- he tried to take my hand but I violently pulled it away not wanting him to touch me, Tommy looked hurt at my action but he'd hurt me so much, I didn't care at this moment- I decided just to cut to the chase and looked into his eyes as I said "Where were you?"

"Out with the guys"

"No, I mean after... you obviously must have slept somewhere"

My eye contact conveniently right then became to much for Tommy who looked away and at his lap "I haven't slept" he mumbles.

At this I actually begin to laugh "You fucking serious? There's no need to act innocent Tom- I know exactly where you were, you chose going home with fucking some skank over coming home to me, that's what you were doing and that's where you slept"

"I wasn't I-" he tried but I cut him off him still unable to look back into my eyes.

"Yes, you were! That's what you do all the dammed time! You smell like a perfume store, you have a hickey the size of California on your jaw who the hell do you think you're kidding?!"