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Ever Lasting (A Tom Hiddleston Fanfiction)
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Trapped
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Trapped

"Where do you think you are going" they snapped. 

I knew it was Jake. His shirt was ruffled and his tie was undone. I had never seen him like this... It was scaring me.

He closed the door and grabbed my bad wrist, causing me to shout and start to cry. He pushed me against the counter and glared at me.
"What have you been doing with that man?!?" He hissed, pointing in the direction of the dining hall.
A tear trickled down my cheek as I opened my mouth.
"nothing, he ju-" Before I could continue, Jake lurched forwards and grabbed my shoulder.

"I don't want to hear any of that rubbish!! If you were at the hospital, you would have told me!" He spat, his face close to mine.
I just looked at him. This was the man I love but now, I'm not so sure...
Just before I could answer, the kitchen door swung open and in walked Tom, humming to himself, his hands full of empty glasses. He looks over at us and stops dead.

"I-Im sorry if Im inter fearing with anything. I just-" I look at him and try to smile. I look at Jake and back at Tom.
"Its fine, Tom. Jake was just leaving" I say, calmly.
"Weren't you??"I look at Jake and he steps away. He looks at Tom and then back at me.
"I'm sure Oliver will take you home. We will talk later." I say through gritted teeth.
"Huh?!" I hear from the living room. Oliver pokes his head round the door.

"Would you be able to take Jake home for me? I think he needs to calm down." I say, forcing a smile onto my face.

Oliver nods and beckons for Jake to follow him. Jake turns and leaves without saying a word.

I stay silent until I hear them leave, before letting out a deep breath and walking over to the sink.

Without hesitation, Tom dashes over to me and pulls me into him, stroking my hair. I start to cry. I don't know why, I just.. cry.
"shhhhh, its okay. He's gone now, okay??" he whispers, kissing my forehead. 
I sniff and release my grip, turning to the sink to start washing up. I dry my eyes and start to scrub the plates but I can still feel Tom staring at me. I sigh.

"You are better off getting dressed for bed. Its late enough as it is and I don't want to keep you up.." I place a plate onto the drying rack and reach for a bowl.
"Why would I want to do that, leaving you here alone to do all of this." He grabs a tea towel and dries up the plate.

We work in silence for a few minutes before I look up.

"I'm sorry-" I say
"I'm sorry-" Tom says, at the exact same time. 
We both laugh at the perfect timing. and I place a bunch of knives into the sink.
"You first, darling" He says, smiling
I look up and smile. No one has ever called me darling before...
"I just, I'm sorry you had to see that..." I say, looking down.
I feel his hand on my back and he rubs it softly.

"I'm sorry for what happened to you. You don't deserve that love, even if he had already had too much to drink..." 
I look up and see him stood there, looking at me, worried.

I smile at him and place the knives onto the draining board before taking the tea towel from his hand. I dry my hand and walk over to the cupboard to retrieve two glasses. 
I place them on the side and beckon Tom over. He puts down the tea towel and smiles.
I pull out a chair and pat it, waiting for him to sit down.

 
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