The argument (Tom hiddleston/benedict cumberbatch/reader)

The break-up

"WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?" Tom yelled at you. He had gone red in the face from anger and tears started to form in his eyes. "DO YOU WANT ME TO GIVE THIS ALL UP? AFTER EVERYTHING I'VE WORKED FOR?" 

"That's not what i said, Tom." You said. You also had gone red from anger and tears formed in you eyes, but your voice was calm and quiet and dangerous, too angry to yell. Tom had just told you that he was going to Australia for four months. He had just got back from America after being away for six months, he had been back for a fortnight and now he was meant to leave in a week. You were fed up with it and felt as if he didn't even want to see you anymore.

"All i said was it seems that you love your job more than you love me. Like I'm just a mistress and acting is your wife."  Tom slammed his hand on the table as you said this, his eyes flashed dangerously.

"SHUT UP! YOU KNOW WHY-" he began to yell again but you wasn't going to allow him. The anger in you was bubbling in you higher than you had ever felt before. You cut him off with yelling of your own.

"YES I DO KNOW WHY! YOU HATE BEING AROUND ME!" Tears streamed down your face as you screamed these words. "I DISGUST YOU! YOU RE AROUND ALL THESE GORGEOUS CELEBRITIES OF COURSE I'M GOING TO LOOK UGLY!!"

You and Tom stood there for a few minutes, breathing heavily and staring at each other in the eyes. At last, you broke the silence.

"Do you even love me anymore?" You asked, your voice quiet and full of pain. Tom looked down, face full of anger and hate. 30 seconds passed of you looking at Tom and him running his hands through his hair and anger and frustration never leaving his face. He then replied, not by yelling, but by whispering.

"No."

Your whole face dropped as you couldn't help the sob that escaped your lips. Anger was still all over Tom's face but he wouldn't dare himself to look at you. You stormed out of the kitchen towards your bedroom, grabbed a rucksack and began to pack clothes, PJ's and wash gear. Once finished, you put the bag on your back and went towards the front door. As you walked past the kitchen you saw Tom lying on the floor crying his eyes out, hands pulling his hair. When he heard you he lifted his and looked at you. When he saw the bag hanging off your shoulder he immediately got up and went towards you. He stopped walking when you backed away from him. 

"W-w-where are you going?" He asked, struggling to speak through his sobs. 

"I'll be back tomorrow to pick up the rest of my stuff." You said, using all of your strength to keep the tears from escaping again. 

"Why?" Tom whispered, holding on to the door frame so he doesn't collapse on the floor crying again.

"Why would i stay with someone who doesn't love me?" You said. Before he could say anything else, you ran out of your flat and slammed the front door behind you. However, before the front door slammed you heard Tom call something out to you in a begging tone but you didn't care. His words of confessing his feelings of not loving you swirled around your head. I'm too fat. Too ugly. Of course i am. He could have any girl he wants why the hell would he want me? You thought to yourself. These and so many other horrible thoughts went around your mind as you got in your car and drove out the parking lot. As you drove around the corner you saw Tom running out into the car park just in time to see you drive away. Even from this distance you could see his eyes were red and puffy from crying, his hair dishevelled from him pulling on it and his face looked both panicked and grief stricken. You felt your heart split in two as you drive. You didn't even know where you where going. 

After driving around London for an hour, you pulled up outside your mums house. You stepped out of your car, only to step right back in as you saw Tom's car parked a few spaces away. He was obviously looking for you.

Probably just to apologize. He's a gentleman. He doesn't still love you (Y/N) he just wants to be nice and say sorry. Then he'll leave. they all do. You thought. Turning the key of your car and driving for another thirty minutes until you arrived at a hotel. You heard you phone buzz in your pocket again. You pulled it out and looked. 

Tom: 6 missed calls, 3 messages.

You put the phone back into your pocket as you walked into the hotel and booked a room. The receptionist was a kind old lady, asking if you were ok when she saw your tears stained clothes and red eyes. You just nodded and gave her a weak smile as you took the keys from her grip and walked to lift up to your room. 

In the lift, you felt your phone buzzing again. Of course, it was Tom again. You debated whether or not to answer it, but before you could make a decision the phone stopped ringing. You were now looking at the lock screen on your phone. It was a picture of you and Tom taking a selfie at the beach. Even though Tom was kissing your cheek in the picture, it was still evident that he had a big smile on his face, and his eyes gleamed with love and happiness. Across the top of the screen was written;

Tom: 7 missed calls, 3 messages

You unlocked your phone as you got out of the lift and into your hotel room. It was only simple. A small double bed, a little shower-room and a desk with a kettle on it, but it will do.

You through your bag to the side and collapsed on your stomach on the bed as you read Toms messages:

Text 1: (Y/N) please answer the phone. I'm sorry. i didn't mean it. Please.

Text 2: You're mother is worried about you as well. Please let one us know you're ok. I love you.

Text 3: Please answer! I'm really panicking now darling. I'm sorry. I'm so so so sorry. I love you. I love you more than anything in the universe. Please answer me. I love you, you are the most beautiful woman i have ever met and don't you dare believe otherwise. I love YOU. And only you.

You through the phone onto the other side of the bed tears ran down your cheeks. You couldn't help but think that he was lying to you. You had always suffered from low self-esteem and you couldn't help but picture all of the other girls he knew. Scarlett Johansson, Kat Dennings, Cara Delevingne, Emma Watson and so many more. 

You looked at the clock beside the bed. 9:03. You decided that it would be best to send your mum a message. You told her that you are staying at a hotel and to tell Tom that you are fine and you will go back home tomorrow at mid-day to pick up your stuff.

You rolled over and wiggled under the duvet, to tired and upset to change. Your mind drifted to yours and Toms first kiss. Under the stars in northern Scotland. You two had been dating for a month but he still insisted on taking you to see the northern lights. 

At last, after hours of remembering yours and Toms past, you managed to get to sleep at two i the morning.