Imagines : TOM HIDDLESTON #Wattys2015

Imagine Tom having to leave you

Imagine Tom having to leave you

You were too busy enjoying your dream to even notice Tom's phone ring. He was lying next to you, his arm wrapped around you as you slept. You rolled over so you were facing him, opening your eyes to look into his. "It's nothing, go back to sleep Y/N", he said gently, kissing you on your forehead as he got up. You watched him as he walked out of the bedroom, wearing nothing but his baggy trousers, smiling back at you as he realised you were staring. "Go on, I'll be back in a minute", he said to you, smiling, as he closed the door. You lay there for a few minutes, watching the door, trying to listen to what was happening. You glanced at the clock, and signed; it was 4am, who calls at that time. You roll back over and immediately fall back asleep. You manage to drag yourself out of bed at about 8am, even though it was a Sunday. You pull on Tom's dressing gown and shuffle your way out into the lounge. Tom sitting there on the sofa, his palms together, deep in thought. "Morning lovely", you say groggily to him, leaning over to him, kissing him on the cheek. "Oh, morning", he said a little distracted, glancing at you, giving you a little smile. "You sleep alright?", he asked as you made your way over to the table, pouring yourself some orange juice. "Mm, yeah. Who called last night?", you ask, sitting down next to him. Tom looks at you but doesn't answer right away, as if he was trying to think of a way of saying it. "It was Kevin, over in New York. He wants me to go there", he says gently, taking your hand. "Oh that's great news. When, next week once you've finished doing all the-". "No, Y/N. He wants me over there right away. I can't say what for, as he won't even tell me. But he sounded pretty serious on the phone", he says. It had been the first time in a while when Tom had talked this seriously to you, and you didn't quite know what to say. He lets go of your hand and walks out to the bedroom as you sit there speechless, unable to think of anything to say. He comes back in after several minutes, dressed and carrying a small holdall. He placed it down and came and knelt in front of you. "I'm sorry Y/N. But I will come back soon, I promise", he said, stroking your cheek as you felt your eyes welling tears. You'd never been apart from Tom for anything longer than a day, and you couldn't bare for him to be away any longer. "Please, don't go. Stay, with me. Can't they get someone else to go ...", you say softly to him, trying to bite back the tears. He just shook his head, also trying to keep his composure. "I'm sorry. Everything has already been sorted. It's out of my hands. My flight leaves in two hours...". He tailed off, looking away from you, biting his lip. He sighed and stood up, gently kissing your lips, cupping your cheek, before turning around and picking up his bag. "Please...", you whisper, unable to keep the tears back anymore, as you stood up and followed him. He didn't turn around, just carried on walking, before opening the front door and leaving. "Tom", you croak after him, breaking down into tears. You watch him walk quickly down the path to the car that was waiting for him at the bottom of the driveway in the pouring ran. You watched him open the door, and turn back to look at you, his eyes also welled up in tears as he blew you a kiss, before climbing in the car, and being driven away, leaving you behind.