Thomas Shelby Imagines

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The dress was starting to feel tight and your nerves were getting the better of you. In less than half an hour you'd be walking to meet Tommy at the church and you be an official Shelby woman.

"You mean they still haven't found him?" Poll hissed from outside your bedroom door.

"No... that Grace lady, she came to look for Tommy last night and we haven't seen him since." Esme muttered and your heart dropped into your stomach.

"Well send the boys to look for him again and make sure (Y/N) doesn't find out." Poll's voice got louder as she made her way to your room and you gathered your dress, hurrying out the door in the bathroom and sneaking down the hall until you reached and open door and hurtled down the Garden path until you could find somewhere hidden.

"(Y/N)?" The familiar voice sounded concerned and despite his superstitions Tommy crouched down next to where you were slumped on the grass, tears dribbling down your cheeks.

"Esme's been looking for you." You whispered, not ready to look at him yet.

"Well everyone's going to be looking for you, why're you out here?" Tommy asked and rubbed your back as he tried to comfort you.

"They were talking about where you went last night." Your whisper had the comforting circles stop and his whole body stiffened.

"You know then." He muttered and you nodded, not caring that the pins in your hair was starting to fall out.

"We're getting married this afternoon Tommy, why'd you go off with her?" you asked and he sighed as he fumbled through his jacket for his cigarettes.

"I had to be sure... that I had no feelings for her." Tommy admitted and you stood up.

"I'm going back, I hope you make you mind up." You snapped before storming back to the house and a furious Polly.

You half expected Tommy to not turn up, for Arthur to walk you up the Isle and find no one waiting for you, but there he was. His eyes were on you the whole way, as if he'd never seen anything more perfect.