Imagines By Hufflepuffholland

Don't You Go

Summary: Tom has been in love with Reader since they met, basically. He feels he has a chance after reader dumps their sorry excuse of a boyfriend

Requested: No but it's inspired by the song Don't You Go by All Time Low, listen to it!

Warnings: N/A (or fluff)

Notes: Might be a part two in store for you ;)

Tom could still remember the first day you introduced Stephen to him. It was two years ago, even then he knew he should feel threatened by him. But, Tom knew he shouldn't. You were never his to claim, he never felt like you owed him anything. Still, Tom knew he'd live everyday under Stephen's shadow, he would have to deal with seeing him lounge around the woman he had been in love with for more than four years.

How perfect they seemed to him, almost like they were mocking him. Why hadn't he tried to make you his the first time he had seen you, like he wanted to? Now that he had seen you with him, he knew it was too late. Everywhere he wanted to be with you, Stephen was always there, and there wasn't anything he could enjoy from it, other than when he saw you both fight, secretly hoping one of these fights would tear you apart. He was selfish, yes, he knew that, but he couldn't help but wish that you would figure out what an asshole you were dating. And little did Tom know, you did see every fiber of asshole that Stephen was made up of.

This was typical. It had been considered typical all two years of your relationship. At least twice every other month since the start of it all. The fighting was never ending, so normal that at events like these, parties, it was never anything else, and onlookers just became regular attendees, sitting front row at every fight. Tom hated it. He hated knowing some dimwitted asshole got to have you when he was the one who really wanted you.

He admired you from afar for the four and a half years he knew you. Since the beginning of your friendship, he found himself at a loss of words around you. He found you so beautiful, so delicate, so smart... just, so pleasing in the most simplest of ways.

He'd never have you. He wanted you so badly, he craved you. He deserved you. But, he would never have you... or, at least it's what he thought every passing day you were with your boyfriend.

"Oh, my God! This is all we ever do! Fight after fight after fight. I'm sick of it! I'm done!" Tom couldn't help but think that if there was a God, and if he ever had any doubt, he believed in him now. Hearing those words fall from your mouth was like listening to a song. "Then, goddammit, be done with me!" He looked at your boyfriend's expression, thinking how stupid he was to let you go so easily. Tom looked to you once more, seeing you inhale... exhale. "Fine," he heard you mumble, turning on your feet and marching toward the front door of the house, turning around to shout over your shoulder, "we're done!" And you'd turned around too quickly, colliding into another body.

You looked up, being met with a pair of lovely brown eyes, smiling weakly before placing your hand on his shoulder, "Sorry, Tommy." And like that, you were inside. Tom felt the skin where you had touched him burn. He shook his head, it was just him being cold he thought, refusing to believe you had that much of an effect on him. He hadn't realized he'd been smiling since the contact between them until he looked up, noticing he was under vision of your, now, ex-boyfriend. His smile dropped instantly, clearing his throat before nodding toward him, slipping inside the comfort of the house. Inside, you'd managed to dodge your ex, the party itself having been uneventful. You continued to feel a gaze burning onto your back for the longest time, too scared you'd lock eyes with the person you despised most you refused to turn around earlier on. You decided to try your peripheral vision, finding no use of it, then sighed deeply once before turning your gaze toward where you felt the stare, relieved to be met with Tom's eyes, much lighter in comparison to the one's you were used to seeing.