More Than Jealousy • Tom Hiddleston
First imagine written for this blog. This one is kinda personal for me, so if it’s intense I apologize. Love you all !! 💕
Summary: you and Tom have been dating for three months and for some reason you still can’t stand the thought of him with his ex.
The sun shone brightly through the curtains as you and Tom lounged in bed together. Neither of you had to be anywhere that morning, so you decided to spend it together. Tom was preparing to leave back to London soon to visit family and you were planning on staying in America to spend some much needed time with your own family.
It was a pleasant morning filled with hugs and kisses and snuggles and even some other activities that made you blush just thinking about them. Then, however, one conversation turned everything around.
It had started when you received a message from your ex boyfriend that you and Tom laughed at. You always communicated the deep hatred you had for your ex, so Tom was never jealous. You, on the other hand, only ever heard Tom talk about his most recent ex, Taylor Swift, positively.
“I always see old pictures of Taylor and I. People continue to tag me in them on Instagram. I don’t mind it, really, it’s just weird seeing myself with her” as he mentioned her name, your fists clenched. You had only wanted one simple morning without her being brought up.
“Your relationship only lasted like three months,” you reminded him bitterly. He didn’t seem to notice your warning tone as he continued.
“Yeah, but they were significant months. We spent a lot of time together. I took her to Rome, she met my family..” he trailed off.
He hadn’t done either of those things with you yet. Even worse, you hit the third month mark with him last week.
You untangled yourself from him and sat up, scooting to the far side of the bed. You kept your back turned to him and desperately tried to hide your tears.
“Darling? Are you alright?” he asked curiously. “Did I say something?” you scoffed at how oblivious he was. Still, you didn’t utter a word.
Tom sat up and scooted next to you, resting his hand on your own. You could feel his pleading gaze boring into you. So, you decided to speak up.
“I’ve only ever been in love twice in my entire life,” you startled him with the forwardness of your confession. Despite that, he continued to listen intently. “The first time it was with a man who didn’t even know I existed”.
“He was the lead singer of one of my favorite bands. Post hardcore was the genre I’m pretty sure. Anyway, he was absolutely perfect, to me at least. Long, brown, curly hair, almond eyes, tanned skin. I owned every cd, ever t shirt, every poster because I was so dedicated to him. I hated the concert crowds, but I went anyway just to see him in person. He never looked my way, but just seeing him was breathtaking” you told him.
“What happened?” Tom hesitantly asked. You let the tears fall freely now, not holding them back as Tom rubbed your shoulder soothingly.
“He started dating this girl. A model, of course. Orange hair, freckles, skinny and pale. She was a bitch. I even had a few arguments with her on my own Instagram because she would treat his fans like shit and then when we retaliated she would run back and tell him that we were bullying her” you laughed cruelly. “I fucking hated her, I still do. She ruined a large portion of my life” you took a moment to collect your thoughts and gather your breath.
“After three years of pining over him, I got sick of seeing all of the pictures that they would post together. It got to the point where every time I saw them together I would just cry because I knew he would never be with me if he had her. I got over it slowly and painfully” you finished your story with a shaking breath.
“I’m so sorry, I had no idea” Tom frowned. “You have me now, there’s no need to worry about that anymore” he attempted to cheer you up.
“That’s not true,” you sighed. “I find myself feeling the same way when I see pictures of you and Taylor. And when you talk about her it just makes me burn with jealousy. It isn’t even just jealousy, I’m afraid of losing you. You brought her to Rome, to meet your family! I haven’t even been able to come with you to a movie premier” you buried your head in your hands and cried quietly.
Tom’s heart broke upon hearing your true feelings. He immediately swept you into his arms and let you cry on his shoulder. He hummed gently to you and pressed kiss after kiss to the top of your head. When you had finally calmed down, he spoke to you.
“You will never lose me, (y/n). Not in a million years. I had a very public relationship with Taylor, she wasn’t easy to please. So, I brought her to those places. Please understand that you and you alone are the only woman in my life right now who makes me feel like I can truly be who I am. I’m so so sorry for being so inconsiderate of your feelings. I’m an ignorant bloke for hurting you and I’m terribly sorry, love” he spoke slowly, passionately.
That was one thing you loved about Tom. He was so pensive and he always knew what to say. Your watery eyes stared up at him with a small smile.
“Yeah, for a Cambridge graduate you were pretty oblivious” you giggled. Tom laughed along with you, glad to see you were done crying. You sniffled and wiped away the tears left on your cheeks before continuing. “But I should have told you sooner instead of letting it bother me for so long. Please just, when you’re around me, try not to bring your ex’s up. It only hurts me in the long run” you explained.
Tom cupped your face in his hands and pressed his lips to yours sweetly. His kiss was just as his voice had been moments before, slow and passionate.
“I know, darling, I know” he cooed. “From here on out, none of them exist. You are my present and hopefully my future, you are everything I need” he told you.
You hugged Tom tightly, glad to have gotten that all off your chest. You were ready to get back to cuddling, but Tom interrupted your thoughts with a question.
“Who was the other person you were in love with?” he asked sheepishly.
You were honestly surprised he’d even caught on to that. However, you knew he was a good listener. It didn’t surprise you too much.
You stifled a laugh and turned to him. “Oh, you know, just this insanely handsome, talented, intelligent actor. You probably know him” you said. Tom frowned.
“What’s his name?” he asked a little too quickly, his face turned pink once he’d realized how obvious he was being.
“Thomas William Hiddleston” you grinned, pulling him forward for another dizzying kiss…