Imagines By Hufflepuffholland

"It's okay to cry..."

"This blows," Tom mumbled, fixing his tie to, ironically, make it look disheveled and manhandled the way the photographer wanted it to look. "Are we almost done?" He whispered to you, causing you to laugh, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind.

"We've only been here for, like, forty minutes." You gave Tom a squeeze as he complained about being hungry and tired. "Want a juice box?" You teased, watching him roll his eyes. He turned in your grasp and leaned down to your ear.

"Just wait until we get home," he was interrupted by a knock on the door. "Come in!" Harrison came in, nodding at him and smiling at me.

"They're ready for the next shots." Tom rolled his head back, taking a deep breath.

"Are you gonna come watch?" You nodded.

"I'll be there in a few minutes." He leaned in to peck you and followed Harrison out of the dressing room. You went to your purse and grabbed a pad, sighing as you clenched your stomach. "Damn it, Mother Nature," you mumbled, heading to the bathroom. You stopped as you heard your phone go off. You picked it up and saw a text from Tom, you furrowed your eyes in confusion before rolling them. He wasn't supposed to have his phone with him. You slid open the notification and laughed when you read the message.

🐤son: your ass is grass and i'm gonna mow it.

"Food!" Tom shouted, heading straight to your fridge. You laughed silently.

"Want me to make you something?" Tom shook his head. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom really quick, then we'll watch The Office, alright Tina?" You joked, smiling when Tom winked at you, his non-fully made sandwich in his mouth already. You grabbed a tampon from your restroom drawer and headed to your cabinet, grabbing some pain killers. Your period was really kicking your ass today. You sighed after switching out your pad and swallowing the pills. You wet your face and patted it down with a towel before heading out. "Ready?" Tom sat on the couch, his hands resting on his stomach, satisfied, as he nodded.

You were on the episode where Pam and Jim had fought over the phone because Pam messed up the recording of Cece's ballet recital. Pam was sitting down, crying at her desk after Jim hung up on her. You had seen this episode almost a hundred times, and you don't know why, but this time this scene had gotten to you. "You okay?" You hadn't realized your hand had tightened around Tom's. You nodded. "You sure?" He whispered, looking at your face with concern. "Baby, are you crying?" And after he asked, you couldn't stop the tears. "Darling, what is it?" He asked, rushing to hold you against him.

"It's just – Pam loves Jim so much! He's so stupid. She tried!" You felt embarrassed as you pushed yourself away from Tom as you wiped the tears away. "I'm stupid, ignore me." You mumbled. He shook his head, pulling you toward him again.

"Hey, it's okay to cry..." He wiped your tears. "Jim's an asshole," he reasoned. "I'd cry, too." You laughed, burying your face in his shirt. "You want anything, darling?" You shook your head, tightening your grip around him when he moved to get up in case you wanted something.

"Stay with me," you mumbled against his chest. You felt his fingers through your hair as he continued to tell you that Jim would redeem himself, and him promising he'd never hang up on you like that.