“There you are darling,” Tom smiled when he saw Y/N walking down the stairs, “I was wondering when you were going to get up.”
“Sorry,” she apologized with a small smile, “I was having trouble getting myself going.”
“Why? What’s wrong?” Tom stepped up the last two stairs that separated them, “What’s wrong love?”
“Nothing really. I just didn’t sleep well last night and it’s making me a bit groggy.”
Tom gently cupped her face in his hands, “You know you can tell me anything, right? If there’s anything bothering you, talk to me.”
Y/N just nodded.
“Okay well come down and let me feed you,” he took her hand and led her down the stairs to the kitchen, “I’m making omelets.”
He flashed her a smile, “Only the best for you.”
Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled, “Flatterer.”
He laughed and held the chair out.
Tom bent and gave her a sweet kiss on the cheek before going to the counter, “Ham and cheese?”
“Yes please,” Y/N answered before turning her attention to the overcast sky she could see out the kitchen window, “Figures. Fits my mood.”
“What’s that love?” Tom asked as he sprinkled the chopped ham into the eggs.
“Y/N. I know something is bothering you. It’s killing me that you won’t tell me.”
She sighed softy, “The hate I’ve been getting this week as been exceptionally high. Especially since the pictures of us at the Emmy’s after party came out on Monday.”
Tom sighed softly, "because we're in a relationship?"
"Darling I'm so sorry. I don't know why they have to be like this."
"You’re famous and according to your fans, you will never date anyone who is good enough for you," Y/N explained.
“I love my fans. I really do. If it wasn’t for them I wouldn’t have the career I have but I don’t understand why they think they can make decisions about my personal life.”
“It’s not your fault,” Tom shook his head, “I’m probably going to regret this but what have they been saying?”
Y/N fished her phone out of her pocket and opened the twitter app. After opening her feed, she handed him the phone. Tom took it and stood up as he scrolled through the tweets that had been sent to his girlfriend. Y/N watched him pacing as he scrolled through the feed. He stopped with his back to her and she could see his body stiffen. He must have gotten to the tweets that stated he should get back with Taylor Swift even if she was using him for publicity. At least she was pretty.
Tom let out a loud scream as he spun around and flung the phone across the room causing it to hit the opposite wall and break apart.
Krystle jumped in her sit, completely shocked at Tom’s behavior. She had never seen him so angry. She watched him standing in the same spot, chest heaving in anger. It was the look on his face though that started to scare her. He looked like he was ready to take someone’s head off.
It was the sound of the chair scrapping against the wooden floor that brought Tom back to his senses. He looked at Y/N and the look of terror on her face nearly split his heart in two.
“Oh god. Oh, darling I’m so sorry,” he moved to stand in front of her but she backed away, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“I’ve never seen you like that,” she whispered.
“I know and I’m sorry. I hate that they are treating you this way and there’s nothing I can do about it,” he slowly reached for her and pulled her body into his, “Please don’t afraid of me love. I would never hurt you. I’m sorry I lost my temper.”
“I know. It’s okay,” she responded slowly, “um … I’m not very hungry. I’m gonna lay down.”
“No darling you have to eat. Let me make you some fresh eggs. You need to eat.”
“Ok. Is it okay if I go in the living room?”
“Of course,” he nodded, “I’ll bring them in when they’re done.”
Y/N just nodded and walked into the living room. When he was alone, Tom let out a deep sigh. He was upset he had lost his temper and scared Y/N. He had always been good at controlling his anger and had been able to let whatever it was that was bothering him go. This time was different. Sure, when he had been in the relationship with Taylor they had people doubting them the whole time but they had ignored the hate for the most part and had been happy. During their time together, his fans had pretty much acted the way they were now but Taylor was more equipped to handle it whereas Y/N hadn’t had any exposure to it.
Sighing softly, Tom went to work on making a fresh batch of scrambled eggs after dumping the now cold omelet. When they were done cooking he plated them with a slice of toast before pouring Y/N a glass of orange juice.
When he walked into the living room, Y/N was furiously wiping at the tears that had started to fall. He didn’t want to upset her more by bringing it up so he placed the plate on the coffee table in front of her.
“I have juice. Do you want coffee or tea?”
“No thank you,” she answered between bites, “This is very good.”
Tom nodded even though she wasn’t looking at him, “I’m going to go clean the kitchen.”
He watched her for a moment before turning back to the kitchen.