Thomas Shelby Imagines

All That Matters

You tugged at the new dress Tommy had given you and sighed. You'd worn it once before, the day he bought it, he convinced you to go to the Garrison with him. At first you'd felt as beautiful as he told you, you were, until the other girls all but threw themselves at him all wearing the same style dress as you.

You'd seen him talking with May when he took you to the races and couldn't help but wonder why he was with you. She was elegant and sophisticated, you weren't. The front door opened and closed softly, you hurried to wipe the tears that had dribbled down your cheeks and grabbed at your favourite dress.

"(Y/N) I'm back... what's wrong?" he frowned when he saw you trying to hide that you'd been crying and grabbed your arms when you tried to convince him you were fine.

"It's nothing Tommy." You whispered as he pulled you against his chest.

"Sweetheart, something's upset you." He said softly and frowned when you took in a shaky breath.

"I'm not... as... the other girls you've been with are so pretty." You let out in one outbreath and his body stiffened and the comforting circles he'd been rubbing against your back stopped.

"(Y/N), you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen and I had my eye on you since we were little." Tommy insisted.

"But I..." You started but he kissed you and shook his head.

"No more of this now, I love you and that's all that matters to me." Tommy whispered as he kissed you again and hugged you tightly.