Tom Hollland Imagines (Aren't they all?)

Anorexia...

A/n: I honestly just write mostly to entertain myself... So.... please don't hate me. (Does anyone read these? I guess not? Eh, oh well.)

      Y/n had been dating Tom for over seven months before he finally popped the question. Which she instantly said yes to. Now they were about a month into their marriage and Tom still hadn't met her parents. And there was a reason. But now they were on their way to a fancy restaurant, and they were running late. "I hope your parents like me. Cause, I kind' married you without their official permission." Tom thought aloud pulling into the parking lot.

"Babe, they'll love you. And if they don't, don't let it get to you." She knew Tom wasn't the most secure person and tried to reassure him. Sure, he was handsome and strong. But for soe reason he started to feel very insecure about himself after him and Y/n were married. Y/n waited for Tom to open the door for her. Then they walked inside and were met by her parents. "Y/n darling," her mother greeted. "Thomas," she grumbled. Then she brightened up again. "You're five minutes late. Five. Get over here, we've been waiting too long." Then Y/n's dad grumbled and whispered to her mom, "It's probably her husband that made her late. I mean look at him. How long do you think it takes to get his fat butt out the door?" Y/n's mother nodded in agreement. The whispers didn't go unheard to Tom though. He frowned and balled up his fist. "Hey, relax. Balling up your fist is a sign of aggression." Y/n whispered to him. He sighed and unrolled them. 

      After they ate in total silence, because Y/n's parents didn't like eating while talking, Y/n's mom whispered to her dad. "I don't like him. I don't trust people with brown eyes. And he didn't even order a salad. Just junk. No wonder he looks like that. I hope Y/n dumps him for someone else." Y/n's father nodded and eyed Tom in disgust. "He looks like he's been living in his parents' dumpster for years." Y/n shook her head. Just as Tom had started to shift in his seat uncomfortably.

"Mom, dad. Can we talk? Now?" Tom squeezed her hand, silently telling her to let it go. She pulled it away gently. "Now." She said again. "I'll meet you in the car?" She softly asked Tom. He nodded then he got up and kissed her. Then he disappeared through the entrance. "Listen, I love that man with all my heart. And I hate to say this, but his self esteem isn't as high as others. Movie actor or not. And he doesn't need you guys belittling him and telling him he's trash behind his back, because you don't like him. He gets that enough from people online. I'm going home. I let you meet him because I respect you. But honestly, you broke my heart more than I can describe. You really did..." Y/n told her parents sadly walking away. Her parents stared after in shock.

"Y/n!" Her mother called after her. "Get back here right now! If he can't stand up for himself then he's not the one for you!!" But Y/n didn't listen. She continued to walk towards the car with tears streaming down her face. When she got in the car, she saw that Tom was no longer in the mood to drive. Because he was sitting in the passenger seat with his head facing towards the window. "Hey, sorry about that. Home?" Y/n asked starting the engine.

"Yes please. Let's just go home." Tom said confidently, yet Y/n still heard the shaking in his voice.

"Hey. Look at me." Tom slowly turned his head in her direction. Her heart broke at the sight of his red eyes. Indicating that he had been crying. "You okay?" She asked softly.

"Yeah. Can we go home please? I'm fine." He wasn't fine.

     One week later, Y/n was just about to get a drink from the kitchen when she heard a loud thud. She curiously went towards the direction of the sound. When she got there what she saw made her scream. 

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