emergency. (Tom Hiddleston x Reader One-shot)

ii.

Tom's POV

I've just come back home from a rehearsal performance of a new play I'm in when I noticed someone called me an hour ago. I unlocked the screen and saw it was Y/n. We haven't talked since the funeral.

As younger, we were inseparable friends, she lived opposite our house and we even studied at the same school. She was like a younger sister to me. Always smiling and caring and smart and so beautiful. A little smile appeared on my lips with the memory of her laugh. However, school got us together, school got us separated. When I decided to study acting, she was happy for me but I had to move away and our friendship has never been the same. We used to meet a few times a year, on Christmas, birthdays. Last time, I saw her happy, was at the party when she moved in with Daniel three years ago.

Oh, how I missed her. Maybe she felt the same and that's why she called me. I laid the phone on the kitchen table and played the voice message while heading to the fridge to get a bottle of cold water. However, Y/n's shaking voice stopped me in a track. She was crying. My heart sank hearing her in such a state.

"Hello, Tom, I know it's been a while I haven't called. *pause* I'm sorry if I'm bothering you, I just don't want to *sob* don't want to be alone tonight a-and I didn't know who else could I call. *sob* But you're obviously busy so *inhale* so nevermind. *audibly crying* Sorry I didn't call sooner. Goodbye, Tommie."

A tear escaped my eye when I heart the nickname. What happened? Why is she crying? And why is she alone? Where is her boyfriend? I didn't waste a second, took my keys, wallet and phone and ran to the car, driving to Y/n's apartment as fast as I could. "God, I hope I won't be late." The one thought haunting me like a starving wolf. "Come on! Why is she living on the other side of London?"

After half an hour of torturing, I finally got at Y/n's home. I sprinted to the door, knocking several times firstly. When she didn't open, I started pounding as loud as I could. "Maybe she's only sleeping." But my hand was sore in a minute and I knew this is useless. How to get in? How to get in? I need to break the door. So I stepped back and tried to kick the dook with all strength. After four attempts, I managed to break the lock and the door fly opened. "Y/n! Y/n! Are you there? Hey, Y/n!" I shout and searched through her house. She wasn't in the kitchen, nor the living room. The heart was pounding in my chest. "Y/n!"

I opened the door of her bedroom and then, I saw her, lying on the bed, an empty bottle of vodka in her hand and another empty bottle of pills on her nightstand. "Y/n! Oh my god. No, please." I ran to her body, trying to find her pulse. She was still alive but she wasn't breathing. "Come on!" I shook with her, laying her on the floor, giving her a rescue breathing. "Y/n, please, don't leave me!" I sobbed, finding my phone to call the ambulance, awaiting impatiently their arrival, still trying to restore vital signs. "Why didn't you call me sooner? I'd protect you."