Forever| Tom Hiddleston (Republishing)

Scars

I woke the next morning laying on my stomach, I felt a light tickle on my back.
Memories of what happened last night came flooding back and I smiled to myself. I felt his fingers drawing small circles on my back with his hand. I pulled the white sheets up to cover myself as I turned to face him. I see him laying beside me, smiling, his beautiful blue eyes, his messy hair, his bare chest.
I laid on my side and moved closer to him so I could put my arm around him.

"Good morning" he smiled.
"Good morning" I smiled back. I traced small circles on his chest playing with his chest hair, "Last night was amazing" I said.
I couldn't wipe the smile off my face.
"No darling, you were amazing" he said kissing the top of my head.
"I love you, Tom" I said looking up at him, he smiled and said "I love you too, y/n".
"Ugh we have work today" I said groaning. I just wanted to lay there forever.
"I know, love. We should probably get up if you want breakfast before we leave."

It took some convincing but I finally got up.
I went in the shower first, I turned on the warm water and started shampooing my hair. I heard the shower door opening and he was suddenly hugging me from behind, "Why wasnt I invited?" he whispered in my ear making me shiver.
I turned around and put my arms around him, he pushed me back under the stream of water and kissed my lips.

>We got out out of the shower, I dried myself and put on my bra and panties, I started brushing my hair when I saw him in his boxers staring at me with concern.

I knew what he was looking at:
My scars.

I had gone through rough times and had an addiction to self harm, my upper thighs were filled with scars, where no one could see even if I wore shorts.
Ashamed, I grabbed my pants from the counter. He came up to me from behind, he could see I was panicking, he held my arms.
"Y/n, you are beautiful, you are perfect, I can't bear to see anyone hurt you, much less yourself. I can't begin to imagine the pain that pushed you to do this."
I looked down feeling tears in my eyes. He softly put his hand on my chin and made me look up at him,
"You are never alone, I will always care about you. You are the sweetest, strongest, most beautiful woman I have ever met. Please don't do this again".
He wiped a tear off my cheek with his thumb. I hated crying in front of people, to me, crying is a sign of weakness.
A weakness no one should see. He held me tightly in his arms as he told me he loved me.