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24 hours (mob!TH)

Author: veryholland

Warnings: mentions of gun

Except for the streetlights' mellow glow outside, the room is entirely dark as you sink back into the silky sheets, eyes fluttering shut already. What you didn't expect is the soft creaking of the door only a few minutes later, the dark mahogany surface giving way to the shadowy figure of Tom entering your shared bedroom as silently as possible.

It's not unusual for him to spend entire nights at his office or in meetings and, given the time, you were sure tonight was going to be one of them.

You pick up the muffled sound of the gun's safety as he clicks it into place before safely storing it away in the usual false bottom drawer. After sliding it shut carefully, he braces his arms on the dresser's top, hands clenching around its edge. You can hear the heavy puffs of his breath as he hangs his head, shoulders slumping inward.

The sight makes your heart twinge with sympathy and you push back the sheets and get up, padding across the hardwood floor, purposely avoiding the creaking floorboards. He seems to be so deeply lost in thought that you're not sure if he's aware of you being awake so to avoid startling him, you gently breathe out his name before brushing a hand over his shoulder in a comforting gesture.

The corded muscle of his back is entirely tensed up and you can feel the little kinks underneath his skin without even applying much pressure. Soft vibrations roll through his body as he hums in acknowledgement and relaxes against your touch.

Mindfully, you slide your hand from where it's resting on his shoulder down his back before winding your arms around his upper body from behind, letting the palms of your hands flatten out on his chest.

You turn your head, resting your cheek against his back and just hold him for a while, feeling his erratic heartbeat beneath your palms slow down with each passing minute.

You've noticed his workload has been piling up and that he's spent more and more nights locked away in his office or out dealing with dangerous affairs, but this is new. You don't know if he's doing it for himself or for the ones surrounding him but you're used to him talking down whatever it is that is burdening him. One part of you hates seeing him like that but in some way, you're glad he shed the tough facade and admits to needing a break.

Standing up on your tiptoes to reach his height, you tuck your head into the crook of his neck, lips brushing against the shell of his ear as you whisper, "I've got you. It's okay."

You don't withdraw but instead ghost your lips over the skin of his neck before placing a feather-like kiss right beneath his ear. Turning his head into your direction slightly, he envelops one of your hands resting on his chest with his own, the size of his hand easily covering up your hand and the engagement ring sitting on your finger. With significant ease, he thumbs the cold material resting against your finger, before he guides your palm to his lips, dropping a gentle kiss to your skin.

With a sigh, he lets off the dresser and you step back, giving him space to turn around and face you. Even in the dark, the circles beneath his eyes are remarkably distinct but you bite back a comment, knowing he doesn't want to receive any signs of pity, and instead offer him a comforting smile which he returns by a mild quirk of his own lips.

They part with a gentle breath and he launches into saying something but you shush him softly, hands already reaching up to unbutton his shirt.

"Let's just go to sleep, yeah?"

You leave him to undress before picking up your phone where it's lying near the charger, opening up your chat with Harry and typing out a message, asking him to cancel or reschedule Tom's entire plans for tomorrow. In no time you see him drafting a reply but knowing for a fact that he won't be amused with what you're asking, you quickly switch off your phone and place it back onto the desk with a grimace. He's going to give you hell, but it will be worth it.

You're already back in bed as Tom returns from the ensuite bathroom and you marvel at the effortless beauty of his appearance. Wisps of hair fall loose from his bed of curls, enhancing that boyish and carefree look his line of work conceals so very often. A pair of grey sweatpants rest low on his hips and a warm feeling of gratefulness spreads through your chest at the prospect of him not having to spend another night sleeping in his suit.

Switching off the light, he flops down onto the mattress right next to you with a massive sigh of relief.

"I just want to sleep 24 hours straight."

You breathe out a laugh. "Well, then you better get started."

Concealed by the dark, his fingers start searching for yours between the sheets and once found and intertwined he guides your joined hands to his lips, leaving three short but sweet kisses on your skin – your silent way of saying i love you. You smile at him, and as he smiles back, you know he will be okay.