Tommy Egan Imagines

Who's it gonna be?

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   I wake up to the sounds of my alarm blaring next to me. I blindly reach for the alarm smacking it off the dresser accidentally.

"That's mean." My boyfriend Jerome says walking into the room with his toothbrush hanging from his mouth. He bends down picking up the alarm clock placing it back on the night stand.

"You're up early." I say realizing he's up earlier than me.

"I'm excited to meet your family finally." He says walking back in the bathroom to finish brushing his teeth.

"Remember what we talked about?" I ask referring to our secret. He sighs placing his toothbrush and floss into his toiletry bag.

"I just don't understand why I have to hide what I do from your family." He says frustrated.

"I told you a thousand times my brother doesn't like police after what happened to our dad." I say fixing our bed.

"Not all cops are bad." He says getting dressed in sweatpants and matching hoodie.

"We had a deal. I don't mind going by myself." I say stomping to the bathroom.

"Okay baby I'm sorry." He says pulling me into him.

"I won't say anything. I promise." He says kissing my nose.

"Better not." I say pulling away to brush my teeth.

After an hour we're out the door into our Uber halfway to the airport. I wasn't prepared for the long three hour flight or seeing my ex for the first time in six years. I wasn't sure if seeing him would be a good thing. Would old feelings reappear? How is he now? The past few weeks I couldn't help but think about the what ifs. Has he matured? Was he still funny? Is he still handsome or has he let himself go? Is he the same Tommy Egan i grew up with and grew to love? I don't know but I couldn't wait to see. Luckily I had books to read and emails to respond to. Staying busy will help keep my mind off it.

Flashback six years ago.

"He's not answering my calls Tasha and I swear if he's with that bitch again I might kill them both." I say angrily driving through the streets of New York.

"Indyia I'm ten minutes from his place. Don't go up there acting a fool." Tasha tells me. She knows me so well.

"I'm pulling up." I say hanging up the phone.

I calmly walk in going up to my favorite receptionist. We have a unique friendship, the first time Tommy brought a bitch back to the loft she pulled me aside and told me. The second time she called me while I was working, and every time after that. I appreciated her for looking out for me.

"He got the locks changed, but I can open it up." She says recognizing me.

"Thank you Vanessa." I say following behind her to the elevator.

As we step off the elevator on his floor we heard loud music blasting from his apartment. My hands started shaking and I was ready for action. Vanessa unlocks the door before walking away.

I bust open the door seeing a redhead giving Tommy a lap dance naked. I slammed the door shut getting their attention.

"Really Thomas?" I say grabbing the bat he keeps by the front door.

"Put the fucking bat down." Tommy says standing from the couch.

"A redhead?" I say watching the bitch pick up her clothes scattered across the floor.