Tom Hiddleston Imagines ✔

Promise (Tom Hiddleston)

Warning: depression, angst
3rd person's POV:
Alone, I sit alone
My mind's bearing me down
Bet you don't know
When the pain began to grow
You'll never know
What you caused now

You were dealing with depression and you didn't want anyone to know it. Especially, tom. He had a lot on his plate right now and ever since you had become his girlfriend, you knew better than to become his pity party.

So you kept it hidden. Away from him, from your family, from the world.

You had always loved smiling. But you couldn't help being insecure as you read the comments from your recent instagram post.

Why would she smile. Such crooked teeth.

Her only advantage to all of us is tom.

Such a shame she's fat. I mean did you see those rolls? She's lucky to have tom

Stop posting 💅yourself💅 we don't care.

Where's tom? Did they break up already? I fucking called it.

Why would tom stick with her. I mean not to hate. But why?

What does tom see in her?

You held your phone in your hand as you sat in your empty tub, knees to your chest as you scroll through your notifications.

Tom was away, shooting for kong 2    (a/n: let's pretend) and this was one of the sad days you had. He and you shared an apartment and he wasn't going to be home for like, 2-3 weeks.

You sigh as you got up from your place. You walked to the kitchen counter and looked in the mirror.

Whore. Slut. Fat.

"Stop!"you covered your ears as the words kept on replaying themselves.

Your tears got the best of you and just fell. You slumped down in your kitchen and sobbed. Why? What did I do to deserve this?

-skip-
Tom was coming home today. You bet he was tired and you wanted no more than to comfort him.

A knock met your ears and you never shot up faster. You opened the door and embraced him in a hug.

He groaned and pushed you lightly. Your brows furrowed and your heart ached. (A/n:i know my baby wouldn't do this but just go with it, it's a fanfic)

"Um....hi love"you smiled at him, trying to ignore what he just did.

"Please, I'm tired. Can we do this tomorrow?"he asked you. You were shocked. "E-erm...o-okay then. I um, heated up your kettle for your tea."you say

"No thanks. Goodnight"he says and enters the bedroom.

You were startled. You cleared your throat and went to the kitchen and closed the stove. You fixed the food you were supposed to eat together and put it in the fridge.

You took a quick bath, wincing as the water hit your scars and slit wounds.
You look in the mirror, million thoughts whirled around your head.

Does he still love me?

Did I do something wrong? Or was he just stressed?

You shook your head. No, never doubt someone's love until they tell you that they don't love you

You finished your bath and changed into his long sleeved shirt and shorts and carefully went in bed with him, cuddling his back.

Your arms carefully snaked around his waist as to not hurt the scars. And off you went to dreamland.