Tom Hiddleston Fics

Old Friends Part 2 (Tom x reader)

Warnings: Mention of a death

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"Dad, have you seen my shoes? I can't find them!" My voice echoed through the quiet house.

Walking into the kitchen, my dad gave me a cross look. "Tessa Nicole," he snaps. "How many times have I told you not to yell in this house?"

"Sorry, Dad," I mumble, grabbing my missing shoes and lunch bag from his outstretched hands.

"I'm sorry, love" he sighs. "I didn't mean to snap. Your Mum had a bad night again, and I'm just tired. I know you didn't mean to be loud. Please remember that the doctor told us not to upset Mum in any way" he says gently bringing me into a hug and kissing the top of my head. "I love you very much, Tess. Now, get a move on before Tom leaves without you."

"Bye Dad," I said giving him another hug before running out the door.

"Come on, slowpoke. I almost left without you. Quit dawdling!" Came a very familiar voice.

I stiffen at my friend's words, only making me more agitated. "Whatever," I say quickening my pace so I was walking ahead of him.

Lost in my thoughts about my mum, I feel a tug on my elbow. "I'm sorry Tess, I didn't mean it. I was only joking with you" he apologizes.

I glare back at my friend when he is suddenly on his knees in front of me with an exaggerated look of contrition. A smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, doing a poor job of hiding it.

"Please forgive me, T! Please? I couldn't stand it if my best mate stayed mad at me," he yells. His hands shot up in the air. "Forgive me fair maiden," he says with a wink.

'Don't give him the reaction he is looking for,' I think to myself trying not to crack under his charm.

"Drama queen" I huff, turning quickly around.

(You see, Tom and I are childhood best friends. We moved next door to the Hiddleston's when I was five, and he was six. We became friends instantly and would get into lots of trouble back then. We both had a love for the theatrics and loved to put on plays together for our families. Our friendship has grown as we have. And now as teenagers, we were still very close.)

Tom pulls at my best elbow again, causing me to face him. "Come on, T? What's wrong? You can tell me," he tells me. His bright blue eyes, now clouded with concern.

I sigh in resignation. "It's not you, Tom. Of course, I forgive you. I-it-it's my mum. She's not doing well, and the doctors don't think she has much time left" I sob.

"Oh Tessa, I'm sorry." He pulls me into a big hug. "Come here," he says letting me go and grabbing my hand instead. Tom starts walking away from the school grounds that I didn't realize we had already arrived there.

"But what about school? Won't they know we're missing," I ask half-heartedly, allowing him to guide me across the street to the park.

"Don't worry, we'll be fine. Besides, my friend needs me, and you, love, are more important." He replies.

We sit under our favorite tree in silence.

"Wanna talk about it?" He asks. Tears well up in my eyes again, and Tom brings me into another comforting embrace.

"I'm just so afraid we're going to lose her. Dad...wi-will be so devastated if she goes," I choke out before I start blubbering again.

Tom holds me and gently rubs my back until I calm down.