100 story challenge (Tom Hiddleston imagines) *edited*

Temper (Freddie)

After the war, Freddie changed. So many of the other men that came back alive did too. It wasn't good, he came back angry, impatient, and fearful all the time. It is torture to see the one you love to become a different person after an event. I don't think he loves me after coming back. He says I'm too dependent on him, and I need to stop whining about every little thing all the time.

I do still love him; you can't expect me not to. Just because he came back a different person, it doesn't mean I'm going to find it easy not to love him. He's still my Freddie.

I was awoken by the feeling of Freddie getting up out of the bed.

"Freddie, darling." I stretch my arm out to the left of me feeling around for my husband, but he was already up and walking out the room.

"Go back to sleep y/n." I hear him say from the door. He shuts it behind him and leaves me in the room. I sit up and rest my back against the head board. Should I go out there? I wait a few more minutes before I could hear a quiet sob come from the living room, Freddie...

I slowly removed myself from the bed and opened the door as silently as I could. I stepped out and walked over to the sofa, closing the door behind me.

"Freddie?" I said just above a whisper. His head snapped around and I could see his tears and red rimmed eyes.

"Go back to bed y/n. I don't need you." He turns back around and says nothing else before I reply.

"I just want to help-"

He cut me off snapping, "I don't need your help!" He lowered his voice, "just go to sleep."

My heart drops as he yelled, "I love you Freddie."

"Yes now go back to sleep."

The next morning Freddie left with his friend Jackie Jackson and he didn't come back from wherever he went until late.

He walked through the door, stumbling and I look up before I see Jackie walk in with him. They were obviously drunk, but Freddie was a lot more inebriated then his friend.

"Oh," Freddie grunts, "shouldn't you be asleep?"

"I wanted to wait for you-"

"What so you can go on about how I'm not with you enough." He pulls himself away from Jackie and walks toward me. I stand up so I can't be intimidated more by his height. "Get a grip of yourself! I don't need to take care of you like a child!" He storms off into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. The living room is silent for a few minutes as I sit down and try to hang onto my pride in front of a shocked Jackie.

"I-umm," Jackie sputters.

"It's fine Jackie," I say trying not to audibly sob, "you can go." I looked up at him, his face still full of shock. He briefly nodded and left, closing the door silently.

I stayed sat of the sofa for a few more minutes until I heard light snoring coming from my bedroom. I turned off the lights in the living room and walked into the room. I saw Freddie sprawled out on the bed and I sigh.

"I guess it's the sofa..."

I watch Freddie sleep for a while, his body subtly rising and falling as he breathes.

"You've got a harsh temper my love," I whisper, "I'm sorry."

A/N: I've found that the Freddie stories are all very similar but I hope you still like them. I don't think there is another Freddie one I have to write, though I'm not sure. Share your thoughts. ❤