Holland and Co imagines book 1!

Caught you smoking- tom holland

Summary- Tom catches you smoking after he gets home from work.
This imagine includes smoking so don't read If it makes you uncomfortable:) also I know there's like pics of Tom with cigarettes and geek bars but for this is just an imagine im not hating on Tom or like saying he doesn't.

I hadn't really ever smoked before. But my new job was really stressing me out. I tried alcohol but I can't be drunk all the time. I will never try anything liked weed. So the only thing I can do as stress relief is smoke. Whenever Tom is at work I'll smoke. Of course not all day but maybe like in the evenings. I'm not addicted I hate the smell and taste but for some reason I think it helps me calm down.

I'm currently standing in our bedroom with the window open smoking out of it. I sigh as I check my phone to see if there's any updates on what time Tom will be home. Once I see there isn't I throw it on the bed and take another cigarette out the box.

*toms pov*

Usually I get home at around 6 but it's 4 at the moment and I'm opening our front door. I thought it would be a nice surprise to take my princess out to dinner. I walk upstairs and tell her name but she doesn't respond. I assume she's in our room so I open the door.

And the sight wasn't anything I would expect to see. Y/n my girl standing at the window with a cigarette in my hands.

*back to y/n pov*

"Y/n what the fuck!" Tom angrily shouts as he storms over grabbing the cigarette out of my hand and chucking it out the window. My eyes go wide as he slams the window shut.

"Why are you doing that!?" He shouts running his hand through his beautiful brown locks.

"Tom I promise it's not what you think" I say trying to reason with him but he just laughs darkly.

"Okay then please tell me was that a toy cigarette?" He says sarcastically and I just shake my head blinking back the tears as I sit back on the bed. Tom sighs sitting next to me and pulling me into him.

"Work has been so stressful recently being a lawyer isn't easy I mean like I just never know if im doing a good job. And luckily everyday I have your fans telling me how ugly I am, how much I don't deserve you and that I should just die and it hurts so much Tom" I say crying into his shoulder. He strokes my hair with his hand and pulls me into his lap and cuddles me into him.

"I know it's hard y/n but smoking is not the way to go! I promise im gonna help you. Next week I have the week off and I am gonna help you out with these piles of work okay? We are gonna find you a therapist one that can help you deal with the stress the right way babe okay?" He says and I nod my head. 

"Thank you Tom" I sigh and he smiles kissing me softly.

"Anything for you. I love you" he says and I lift my head up off of his shoulder.

"I love you too Tommy" I say and just hold him close to me.