"Well, are we going or not?"
He snaps out of his trance of watching you return to the party inside, feeling his heart tighten every step you took.
"Tom." she pestered, anger evident in her voice. She was growing frustrated from the lack of attention he was giving. She deserved better. Despite her persistence, she received no answer. "Tom." she practically choked, tears now forming in the corners of her eyes—the cold wind howling and brushing against her felt as if it was choking her. She found it difficult to breathe.
Summoning what little left of dignity she had, she gripped his shirt between her slender fingers and gave it a harsh tug to get his attention. "I said, let's go."
He felt his throat tighten at her actions, his orbs meeting her glossy ones—he felt terrible. The sight of her close to tears made him feel guilty, despite his heart screaming to run after you, his conscience was against it. The woman in front of him suffered enough, it wasn't as if he didn't love her—but ever since your return he had realized a fool he has been, and that he wouldn't be able to fully love her like he loved you, and that wasn't fair to her. He felt as if he strung her along these past two years.
He couldn't deny the fact that he used Amelia to forget you throughout your whole disappearing act, but the duration of your disappearance, he had also grown to love her—he had not expected that the feelings that he thought he got rid of was just buried deep within him, and the moment that you returned, everything seeped out in an instance.
And his son...
It was nowhere near helping the situation.
He wasn't stupid. He knew he didn't have to leave Amelia to become a father to his son—but the thought of being a family, with you; was something he had dreamt of the moment he had first realized that he had fallen in love with you.
It wasn't as if he hadn't seen that kind of future with Amelia, but his feelings for you—it seemed impossible to just vanish now with everything that had surfaced.
"Can we go home?" she whimpered, the tears now rolling rapidly down her cheeks.
He was always weak against people who cried in front of him; it made him uncomfortable. With a slow nod, he pulled her grip off of his shirt slowly. "Yeah..." he sighed, resigned.
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Silence filled the room, the chill in the air emitted by the air conditioning was already causing goosebumps around their exposed skins. She stared at his back, tears rolling down her cheeks—the cold air brushing against her skin didn't bother her; his silence did.
He refused to look at her—embarrassed and furious at the same time for her actions of the evening, and well; ashamed of himself. She begged and cried since they returned to their once safe haven, but her begging didn't do much but irritated him further. He didn't know what to do.
"Can you at least have the audacity to look at me?" she croaked, her fingers curling up to fists by her sides.
He released a sigh of frustration, feeling his chest grow heavy—he gave her what she wanted, spinning around to face her, his chest tightening even more at the sight of her fragile state. This was his fault after all. "What do you want me to say, Amelia?" he snapped, shocked by his own actions—it wasn't his intention to snap at her. Maybe he was just full of it. He could practically feel the exhaustion.
Her features scrunch up in anger, "Don't use that tone with me." she hissed, her brows furrowing. "I've given—"
"I'm sorry," he cut her off, regret laced in his voice as he spoke, "but what do you want me to say? What do you want me to do?"
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Calm Before The Storm | Tom Hiddleston x Reader
Romance"You were enough..." Reader has been friends with the Avengers cast through her connection with Chris Hemsworth and she was introduced to Tom and they instantly clicked and became best friends, always joint to the hip-but things aren't forever, it a...
