Summary: Just an average day in the life with you and your Dark Lord. You both argue and make up in the same day.
Word count: 2,541
I laid on my stomach on the bed Tom and I shared. He had been gone this whole day due to countless meetings leaving me bored. Tom was never fond of me getting involved with his work. Claimed I meant too much to him on a night he came home slurring his words.
"Babyy" I hear a voice say from the foyer of the house. I was sitting on a sofa placed upstairs reading a book I had found hidden in Toms desk. I quickly perk up placing the book behind a small pillow on the couch, standing up looking down over the railing to see Tom leaned up against the wall trying to steady his steps. I walk down the stairs confused as to why Tom is drunk. I could easily tell by the stench that came into the house.
"I missed you so so so soo much" Tom mumbles trying to rush over to me but I try my best to hold him up from falling down. He smiles up at me and kisses me but I quickly pull away disliking the taste of the alcohol in his mouth.
"Why are you drunk?" I asked helping Tom up the stairs. He was planned to have a meeting today so I wondered how he ended up wasted.
"Theo and Mattheo are why, those motherfuckers I promise you baby I would never drink without telling you and you-"
"It's okay" I said, cutting Tom off and holding back a laugh at his blabbering. I kiss his cheek and help him onto our bed.
I take his shirt off knowing Tom doesn't like sleeping with a shirt on. Once I get him comfortable I help him ease into bed.
Before I can walk away Tom pulls my hand and I turn around.
"Thank you. I'm sorry I try not to drag you into my messes and I- because you are my.." Tom whispers out as he closes his eyes and falls asleep.
I had wanted to get a tan today in the backyard because it was surrounded with trees and no one would see me. But Tom being Tom refused me to tan. I thought I would understand his perspective worrying that his death eaters would see me because there was a meeting but that wasn't the answer. He just wanted to keep me locked up in the bedroom. Because he quoted "it was best for me".
Who was he to tell me what was best for me?
I thought about whether I should defy Tom or listen.
But you've always listened.
I left the room quietly hearing the voices of many death eaters. One voice made me stop in my tracks. Fucking Bellatrix. Anger coursed through me as I heard her fucking laugh. I was even angrier with Tom. He was well aware that I and Bellatrixs were never on the same page. Considering the amount of times she tried to separate Tom and I. Tom promised to keep a distance from her and he wouldn't bring her over to our home.
Tom sighed as I stood with my arms crossed not caring I was going to win my argument regardless. This is what our friends feared everytime Tom and I argued. Neither of us would back down when arguing. Our arguments a majority of the time ended with Tom getting his way and I would ignore him after. He would at first pretend not to care but he'd cave in after hours or even days of ignoring his presence.
Tom glanced up at me before sighing.
"Fine, I'll keep a distance" He says standing up and walking over to me as I still have my arms crossed.
"I don't want her in our home either" I started looking Tom in his eye.
Tom smirks admiring how I turned him on so much. I was being so demanding it brought a smile to his face. It reminded him of why he fell for me in the first place. I matched his personality and he wanted to cherish it forever.
"I promise" Tom says, placing a kiss on my hand before pulling me into his chest.
Making up my mind I walked out the front door already irritated with Tom and his bullshit lies. I decided to head over to Mattheos to both ease my mind and fuck with Toms mind.
