100 story challenge (Tom Hiddleston imagines) *edited*

Support (Tom)

⚠A/N: There is a slight mention of self harm in this one. It isn't anything graphic, but it implies it so just be warned.⚠

It has been a while 5 weeks to be exact since you have broken up with your latest boyfriend David. However, you still find it incredibly hard to even sleep without thinking about the way he hurt you.

The break up haunts your memories like a poltergeist. Waiting for you to hit this moment of transition into a deep sleep before it pounces and hits you again with the thought of that night.

----flashback----

"David...? Is everything alright?" You questioned. He had taken you out to dinner one night and through the main course he said there was something important he had to talk about. The lingering thought and question of him breaking up with you kept quiet in the back of your mind. But it was there.

"Listen. I have wanted to tell you this for a while... I don't love you."

The words were like daggers. But they hurt even more because only 10 minutes before this he expressed his love for you giving you a beautiful necklace of your favourite flower, a rose.

----flashback----

You awaken every time the horrific reality plays in your head and you can't help to think what could've been.

You have been staying with your best friend Tom who, because he fears your safety, wanted to take care of you. After the breakup there have been many times you have curled up in the bathroom, hugging your knees and crying while he tries to reconcile you with his loving words and smooth voice. Knowing that if he left you alone for even a second, you may harm yourself. He really cares about you and you love him for it.

He has been your rock, and you don't think you may be here if it wasn't for him.

You let out a scream as you always do after you spring up and grab your legs into a right ball. Tom comes in with a concerned look on his tired face.

"Y/n is everything ok, what's wrong?"

Even though he knew very well why you woke up, he always asked to allow you to come back to reality and so that you can understand what had happened. He was only wearing his underwear and all you wanted to do was stare. But you stopped yourself to look deep in his ocean eyes.

"Tom..." you sobbed, "I- he- no"

"Shhhhh it's all okay, I am here. You have me and not him, come here. Everything is going to be okay. 5 things remember." He knew by saying that you would slightly calm down. Grounding worked well as a coping mechanise for when these nightmares happened. He held out his arms and you sunk into his sculpted but warm and soft chest.

After you had stopped crying, mainly because of the headache that had slowly appeared from the depths of your mind, you spoke, "I'm sor-"

He cut you off immediately, "no y/n. You have absolutely no reason to be apologetic towards me. You have done nothing wrong. I am content in spending hours by your side ensuring you are alright. Now you must tell me what happened."

"It was that night," you started. But the look in his eyes made you forget why you were upset, "Tom."

"Y/n?"

"Thank you. For just being here."

"It is no problem honestly." He gave you a warm smile and stood up, "now I think it might be a good idea if you go some more sleep. You'll probably need it."

You nodded and he started walking to the door, when you felt a strong feeling of loneliness,

"Wait!" You exclaimed. Tom turned and looked at you, rather surprised.