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31. Tom Hiddleston | Best Day Ever

By : just-the-hiddles | Tumblr  

Word Count: 1753

Warnings: maybe a curse word, vomiting

It was early in the morning when Tom slipped out of the bed and left for his morning run. He always left like clockwork; you were counting on it. Once you heard the door shut and you waited a few seconds before leaping out of bed. You were on a tight time table.

You threw on a pair of yoga pants and long sleeve shirt before heading towards the door. You gave Bobby a quick scratch behind the ears before hustling out the door.

The London air in February was brisk, almost cold and you regretted not grabbing your coat before leaving. You only had a few blocks to go before you reached your destination, a boutique clothing store. You had already purchased Tom a birthday present but you had seen something in the store that was perfect when the two of you were window-shopping the other day. You had asked the store to put it aside and told them you would be there first thing in the morning.

"Good morning," the cashier said cheerfully as you walked through the door, "Are you, Y/N?"

"Yes. I placed an item on hold."

"Of course! I have it right here. Looks like your husband is going to be a lucky man."

"Oh, he is not my husband, just my boyfriend," you muttered as you hoped the questions stopped.

You and Tom had been an item for many years but neither of you had ever decided to push the step of marriage. Why fix it when it is not broken? The paparazzi had been ruthless at the beginning but because the two of you spent most of your nights at home, they quickly gave up.

"Well, either way, he is lucky," the cashier continued as she delicately wrapped the clothing in tissue paper and placing it in the bag, "Enjoy!"

You grabbed the bag and shuffled out the store. You checked your phone. Shit! Tom would be back soon and you could feel your stomach grumbling. You should have eaten something before leaving. You broke out in a run which was a mistake and it only jostled your already upset stomach. By the time you made it to the front door, you were breathing through your nose just to keep from vomiting.

Bursting through the front door, you hurtled yourself to the downstairs bathroom. Running to the toilet, you unleashed the contents from your stomach. Not feeling any relief, you continued to dry heave until you heard the front door open. Panicked, you grabbed the bag and shoved it into the cabinet under the sink.

"Darling?" you could hear Tom asking for you as he came in.

"In here," you strangled out, not even getting up as you were still retching.

Tom opened the door and his eyes widened at the sight of you hunched over the toilet.

"Sweetheart, what is wrong?"

Tom rushed to your side and rubbed your back. You raised your head and smiled weakly.

"I think I got food poisoning from the takeaway last night."

"Oh sweetie, if you want we can cancel the reservations tonight."

"No!" you yelled just a little too loud, "It is your birthday meal. You have been looking forward to Hawksmoor for months."

"Sweetheart, you are more important than any meal. Even a birthday meal."

Tom had wetted a towel and placed it on the back of your neck. The cool wetness was soothing and you felt the waves of nausea subsiding.

"I will be fine. I just need to take it easy today."

Tom looked at you skeptically but relented nevertheless.