memories - one sided love 2

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tw: slight argument

after a long and terrifying day at work, y/n was allowed to go home.

she took all the short cuts and hidden paths to avoid bumping into anyone.

ahem, her "family", ahem.

she took her keys out as soon as she approaches her home. she fiddles with them before inserting the key into the lock and turning it.

after hearing a click, she pushes the door open and was immediately greeted with the smell of dinner.

toms home? well thats early.

"thank you. i promise it wont happen again."

huh, i guess he did keep that promise.

"tom? im home," y/n yells as she closes the door and locks it. she takes her coat off and places it on the coat rack. she also places her purse on a chair nearby.

"im in the kitchen," his soothing voice replies.

y/n tiredly walks to the kitchen and smiles.

in front of her was tom in an apron, cooking her favorite meal.

"hey," y/n greets him.

he turns around and smiles at her, "hey," he greets back. "look, i felt bad about last night and wanted to make it up to you by making your favorite meal. its the least i could do for you. would you like to cuddle as we fall asleep as well?" he asks.

y/ns smile becomes wider, "id love that."

"and i love you," tom replies and places the food on their plates before serving them, "dinner is served, my lady," he says in a posh accent while he hands her plate to her and kisses her head.

"why, thank you kind sir. this looks very lovely," y/n replies in the same posh accent.

they both sat down in front of each other at their small table and began to eat, both talking about their day so far.

however, toms day seemed off.

he had a few stutters here and there. but he never stutters.

he always knew what to say.

maybe his day was tough?

dont be daft.

im not, im just concerned.

being concerned and daft are two different things, youre definitely being daft. at this point, you seem to be gaslighting yourself that he isnt hiding anything and  that you are not daft.

"y/n?" his voice breaks her mental argument, "is everything alright?"

ask him.

"yeah, everythings alright."

y/n.

"are you sure? you dont seem or act like yourself," he asks again.

say it.

"im really fine."

"y/n."

y/n.

she sighs, "fine," she begins, "today, i saw sherlock holmes and he saw me."

toms eyes widened, "what? at the bar?"

she nods, "he said i looked familiar and asked for my name. i gave him my fake name, polly."

"zendrough?" y/n nods again.

"of course, why would i give him my real last name? yellowfield is a dead giveaway. well, shes dead."

tom nods with a smile, "good. but you know what i find interesting?"

"do tell me."

"well, i find it interesting that the sherlock holmes was at a bar. overwhelmed, perhaps?"

"exactly my thoughts. but guess what happened after," y/n says as tom eagerly waits, "he got into a fight- well, more of a disagreement or quarrel over a drink with some man. got thrown out of the shop and picked up by his sister, enola."

"enola? did she see you?" tom asks, panic and worry in his voice.

"no. i immediately went to the other side of the bar. she didnt see me."

"good, good," tom repeats.

it was silent for a few moments until tom spoke again.

"i-," he pauses, "i have to leave early tomorrow."

"again? why? where are you going?" y/n questions him.

"a meet-"

"meeting? again? tom, what-"

"-look, its nothing for you to worry about, alright? just stay out of it," he cuts her off, his fork pointing at her.

told you.

y/n scoffs, "i dont get it. what are these meetings for?"

tom sighs, "just- just stay out of it, alright?"

"tom, please. at least let me know what these meetings are about so i will stop worrying about you."

"y/n, do you trust me?" tom asks her and y/n nods. she hopes that he is going to tell her.

"then trust me. dont worry about where i go," he puts his utensils down and gets up.

"w-where are you going? tom, your plate is still full," y/n calls out for him.

she hears him sigh again, "im heading to bed. i have to get up early tomorrow."

"but what about the dishes? the hugs before bed?"

"dont bother."

now it was y/ns turn to sigh.

whats wrong with him?

was it something i said?

i didnt mean to be nosy, i was just worried. i just care.

she sits there for a few moments before standing up and deciding that she was just going to store the food away and clean up.

hopefully, tomorrows a better day.

its the same old situation, youve always got me waiting.

 come on, dear, i think time's a-wastin' .

before we have to go back inside and return to our normal lives.