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24. Tom Hiddleston | My Sweater

By : just-the-hiddles | Tumblr

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 1208 (I literally can't write anything short!)

Warnings: none, bit angst, bit of fluff.

Summary: You both said some stupid things but when you brought up his past relationship you took it too far. Now you are at home dealing with the aftermath of the break-up with rom-com movies and ice cream when a knock on the door brings an unexpected guest.  

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For the last three weeks in a row, you had spent your weekend hunkered down in your apartment, drowning your sorrows in pints of ice cream. Everything had been going perfectly. You were dating the man of your dreams and the relationship had been going fantastic. And then your stupid mouth got in the way. To be fair, you had both said hurtful things but you had made the deepest cuts. As you tend to do when you are angry but know you are in the wrong, you resorted to attacking the other person.

"I should have known better than to get involved with someone who would date a...pop star."

Those last two words were dripping with contempt and disdain. You knew it would hurt him and hurt him deep. His relationship with her had always been a sore spot and pretty much off limits.

"GET... OUT!" Tom bellowed and gestured wildly towards the door.

His face was an unappealing shade of red and his nostrils were flared. You were so taken aback that you gathered your purse and phone and stormed towards the door. But you couldn't stop from taking one more jab.

"You will regret this Hiddleston, I swear it!"

And with that you slammed the door behind you.

But he hadn't regretted it, you had. By the next morning, your head cleared and you realized how stupid you had been. You had tried calling him to apologize but he was screening your calls. And certainly he wasn't answering his door. Hell, even Luke wouldn't give you the time of day. So you resigned yourself to moping around your apartment and watching crap romantic comedies on the TV. Oh and an enormous amount of ugly crying and junk food was on the agenda as well. You hadn't changed your clothes in days. You had found one of Tom's sweaters in your room, left behind after one evening. It still smelled of his cologne. You had taken to wearing it constantly, even to bed.

Just as you finished When Harry Met Sally and were getting ready to start While You Were Sleeping, you heard a knock on the front door. You had not been expecting any of your friends coming over. Although for the first few days a virtual parade of friends appeared to commiserate with you over the break-up. But that had stopped a while ago.

You peeked through the spy hole to see a tall lanky male figure standing at your door, holding a box. Shit. It was Tom.

You quickly wiped away the tear trails off your cheeks and prayed your breath was passable. Taking a deep breath, you opened the door to face the music.

Tom had turned to leave but you called out to stop him.