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Tom Hiddleston X Reader: Scars (One-Shot!)

Tom Hiddleston X Reader: Scars (One-Shot!)

You were a good friend of Tom Hiddleston; you had been friends since Highschool. You were roaming your apartment listening to classical music, you were an aspiring writer. You suddenly heard a knock on the door, you huffed and put the manuscript down that you were reading and walked up to the door.

"Who is it?" You asked taking off your reading glasses, "Could you come back later, I'm a tad bit busy..." You muttered softly.

"Come on darling, don't you remember me? It's me Thomas" A voice asked.

"Thomas? Thomas Hiddleston?" You unlocked the door and opened it, you gasped seeing a tall, slim but well-built man with curly light brown hair with a slight tinge of ginger that was slicked back, he had sculptured cheek bones and bright blue eyes.

"I haven't seen you in two years" You smiled softly at him, "I heard you were in The Avengers" You gently leaned against the door frame.

"I'm sorry I never answered you're calls... I was so busy with my plays and such... I brought some sweets" Tom smiled softly.

"It's fine, I was rather busy with my writing..." You muttered softly, "Come on in..." You motioned him to come in; you walked into the kitchen and put the kettle on.

Tom walked in and closed the door behind him locking it, "So how has your writing been going?" He asked.

"Okay... I guess..." You mumbled taking out two mugs.

Tom noticed you kept hastily holding your sleeves down with your fingers, he just brushed it off as if it was nothing, "I guess? Come on I know you're a brilliant writer, tell me how you've been" Tom smiled.

"Nothing much has happened; I've lived here for the past five years... I go to night classes for acting... I've got two books published... Nothing much has happened Tom..." You muttered softly.

"Congratulations, I knew your work would get published one day" Tom smiled happily putting a small box on the counter.

"How have you been?" You asked looking at Tom curiously, "I knew you would be a big star, you were always extraordinary at acting, how's Benedict? Haven't talked to him in gosh... About four years..." You pulled out two plates from the cupboard.

"I've been good, been in a lot of Shakespeare plays, got to play some wonderful characters in some movies, I got to travel a lot... Life has been amazing" Tom smiled happily.

You smiled back softly, you put a tea bag into each mug and poured some boiling hot water, you waited for the tea too steep before putting some milk and sugar in it.

"He's been doing quite well, he's got into some movies as well, he played the voice of Smaug in those Hobbit movies" Tom smiled back.

You carried the two mugs over to a small table.

Tom put one of each sweet on each plate and carried them over to the table sitting down, "So... How have you really been?" He asked.

"What do you mean?" You asked picking up a cookie taking a bite of it.

Tom knew you had horrible depression when you were in Highschool and him and his friends tried you help you through it as best they could, "I meant you depression... How has it been?" You asked.

"Tom... I don't want to talk about that... It's been two years, bloody hell" You took a sip of your tea.

"I'm sorry I'm just worried about you, I should have called you, texted you something..." Tom apologized.

"No it's my fault... I changed my number... My email... All that was left was my address..." You muttered softly.

"If you ever need anything (Y/N) I'm here" Tom said gently grasping your hand.

You gently pulled away, your sleeve slipped up when you lifted your arm; you quickly hid your arm under the table.

Tom saw a glimpse of scars on your wrists, "What are those? (Y/N) you didn't... Oh god... No..." Tom looked at you disappointed.

You stood up, "I'm sorry but I'm going to have to ask you to leave...." You said sternly.

"Why would you do that to yourself? You're a beautiful person on the inside and out, you are smart, funny, you're a brilliant writer! Why would you do that to yourself?" Tom asked.

"You wouldn't bloody understand, now leave!" You cried.

"I still consider you my best friend, It's not that hard to of called me up or emailed me, I told you at graduation I would be there for you no matter what, I told you two years ago if you ever needed anything all you had to do was call me up or send me a text" Tom said.

"I still consider you my best friend too Tom but please I don't want to talk about this..." You begged, "Please just go..." You tried your best to hold back your tears.

"Please tell me what's wrong..." Tom begged.

"I'm lonely... My family doesn't talk to me anymore Thomas... I have no one..." A few tears managed to stream down your cheeks, "Please just go..." You begged.

"Talk to me (Y/N)" Tom walked over to you and gently lifted your sweater sleeve revealing scars all over your forearm, he gently pulled, tears clouded his eyes.

"This is why I wanted you to leave..." You mumbled and quickly walked into your office.

Tears streamed down Tom's cheeks, he sobbed for a few minutes before taking a few deep breathes, he wiped his tears walking into your office.

You stared at Tom as he walked toward you and hug you tightly.

"Shhh... It's okay..." Tom whispered to you, "Everything is going to be okay... Everything will be okay..." He hugged you tightly.

"No it won't... You'll just go off and forget about me again like you did last time!" You pushed Tom away, "I loved you so much in Highschool more than a best friend, you didn't talk to me after graduation for about four years..." You muttered softly.

"We met in a café, then we didn't talk to each other for years, then two years ago we ran into each other during a play... You didn't talk to me till now" You sniffled.

"What?" Tom looked at you shocked.

"Did you honestly not know I really liked you? I gave you the most hints I bloody could!" You sighed sadly and quickly wiped your tears.

"You loved me?" Tom looked down.

"I still love you! When we met again at the café, I waited for you to call, I wanted to meet up with you and catch up because I fancied you..." You muttered softly, "I was going to tell you but you never called..." You sighed.

Tom gently grasped your hand pulling you toward him; he leaned down and kissed you gently on the lips.

You looked at Tom shocked but wrapped your arms around his neck smiling softly; you kissed back closing your eyes. 

He slowly pulled away, "How about we catch up?" Tom asked and slowly pulled you toward your bedroom, "I promise I won't leave you again..." Tom smiled at you. You looked at him nervously, "Okay..." You blushed and followed him into the bedroom.