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Thu, 16 Jun 2016 11:35:18

Summary:Tom and Y/N attend the Golden Globes, but you don’t expect to be so overwhelmed.

Warnings:panic attack, mental illness, etc.

Word count: 16,000

A/N: It has been so long. I am finally kind of feeling inspired to create again. Depression is a bitch. I love many things. Shawn is just one of them. Please be kind. I love you. I believe in us.

Tell me how to be in this world

Tell me how to breathe in and feel no hurt

Tell me how because I believe in something.

I believe in us. - Us by James Bay

You look at yourself in the mirror, turning slowly, shifting from one foot to the other. The woman in the mirror is someone you barely recognize. You knew you’d need to dress up. Your boyfriend was nominated for a Golden Globe after all, but this.. This was a little excessive. Your Y/H/C hair was made at least a foot longer with extensions, loose curls cascading down your back, framing your face. On your eyes, heavy false eyelashes weigh down your lids, which are dusted with beautiful pigments to match the tight-fitting navy chiffon dress that draped over your body. You’ve never felt less like yourself in your life.

“You about ready, Y/N/N?” Tom asks adjusting the sleeves of his coat as he comes around the corner. You meet his eyes in the mirror in front of you. The smirk that spreads across his face is enough to tell you that he likes the dress. Tom walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“What did I do to deserve you?” he whispered into your hair. You looked up at him, hoping your discomfort didn’t shine in your eyes. You glance back at yourself in the mirror. Noticing Tom watching you in the mirror, you fake a small smile.

“You about ready? The car is outside,” Tom whispers, his eyes still on yours in the mirror. You nod, though you were nowhere near ready for this night. “You look beautiful, my love,” he says quietly before giving your waist a squeeze and letting go. You let out a sigh as Tom lets go. You walk over to the bed to grab your clutch, then turn back to him. He holds out his elbow, and you grasp onto it tightly.

The drive to the venue passed in comfortable silence, neither of you needing to say anything. You rested your head on Tom’s shoulder. He quietly kissed the top of your head, before pulling out his phone, which was ringing quietly.

“Hello?” he asked softly. Tom responded to questions with “mhmm,” and “yes,” before hanging up. You glanced up at Tom through your eyelashes, but all he responded with was a reassuring smile. You sighed, before closing your eyes softly. You had almost let yourself think you’d get through the evening unscathed when you pulled up to the Beverly Hills Hotel. You looked out the window at what seemed to be millions of flashing lights and people.

“It’ll be okay, Y/N,” Tom says quietly, kissing your head again. You take a deep breath, but you’re sure it won’t be okay. Tom gets out of the car and walks around to the other side, opening your door. He grabs your hand, squeezing it tightly. You pull yourself out of the car, taking a deep breath. “You look ravishing, Y/N. I love you.” You look up at Tom, eyes wide, and his smile does a little to calm your nerves. He places your hand in the crook of his elbow. You smile at him, but make the very dire mistake of looking out at the people waiting for you. Every step you take makes the pit in your stomach get bigger and bigger. It gets harder to breathe around it and you aren’t sure you’re going to be able to breathe by the time you get to the door.

“Tom! Y/N!” is seemingly shouted from every direction, lights flashing in your eyes. Tom is a natural, of course, waving every so often with a cordial smile on his face. You try to keep your eyes trained on him, on his arm, on his face, on his calm. But, just as you hit the door, you feel a tear slip down your face. You wipe it away quickly, but before you can even get through the door, tears are silently sliding down your face. You squeak out that you need to use the restroom, before letting go on Tom’s arm, disappearing in the sea of faces.

You try to fumble through the people until you find an employee and ask for a restroom. You are directed to a hallway, which was blissfully empty. You slide down the wall, onto the floor, knowing you needed to keep your makeup together, but not really caring in that moment. Tears stream from your eyes, your breathing labored. You aren’t sure how long you sat there, hyperventilating, before Tom was seated beside you, wrapping you in his arms.

“Shhh,” he whispers calmingly. “You’re okay. Just breathe.” You sob into his arms for what seems like forever before the pit in your stomach decides to recede. You finally get yourself pulled together before looking up at Tom, sure you looked like a mess.

“How did you know where I was?”

“Mary told me where to find you,” Tom said quietly. Who Mary was, you weren’t sure, but you didn’t have the energy to ask. You looked at Tom, trying to find the anger. You had ruined his night, the night that should have been something magical.

“I’m so sorry, Tom,” you said quietly, your voice hoarse from crying.

“Shh, it’s okay, Y/N. You didn’t do anything wrong.” You weren’t sure how long you had been sitting there, in the hallway, but a young man dressed in all black rushed up the hallway. You and Tom both looked up at him.

“Uhm, Mr. Hiddleston. You and Ms. Y/L/N need to get to your seats, please.” Tom looked at you.

“Are you ready? We can leave if you need to.” You looked into his eyes, taking a deep breath. You nod softly, blinking. Tom stands up, sticking his hands out for you to grab. You place your hands in his softly, letting him help pull you up.

“Can you give us one minute?” Tom asks the boy quietly, glancing over his shoulder at him. He nodded, saying something into his headphones before scurrying around the corner. “Tell me what’s wrong, Y/N,” Tom said, looking deeply into your eyes. You sigh.

“Tell me how to live in this world,” you say, quietly, “Tell me how to breathe in and not hurt. Tell me how because I believe in us.” You look up at Tom, your eyes full of tears, “Please don’t leave me.” Tom’s eyes filled with tears. He wrapped you in a hug, kissing the top of your head softly.

“Don’t ever worry about that, love. I love you. I believe in us.” You look up at Tom, who leans down to press a chaste kiss on your lips. You smile into the kiss, before pulling away. You sigh, and smooth out your dress.

“How do I look?” you say, twirling slowly. Tom smiles at you, then reaches for your hand.

“You look ravishing, my love. Now, come on. We will stop on the way home for triple chocolate ice cream,” Tom said, lifting his hand into the scouts honor symbol. You giggled, grabbing onto his arm, walking back toward the auditorium. You talked quietly to each other in between Tom getting stopped. He talked to each person as if they were the only person in the room, though he never let go of our hand, squeezing it gently to ensure you knew he still knew you were there. Finally, you made it to your seats, just before the lights dimmed.

The show went off without a hitch, and, finally, it was time to announce the winner of the Best Actor – Miniseries or Television Film category. Tom smiled at the camera that was zooming in on his face, holding your hand tight. The nominees were announced, one by one, the tension in your chest building.

“And the winner of the Best Actor - Miniseries or Television Film is…” the announcer said, stalling for dramatic effect, “Tom Hiddleston!” You screamed, standing up with Tom, who gave you a huge kiss just as the camera zoomed in on you. He wrapped you in a hug, whispering something in your ear that you couldn’t hear over the applause, before making his way up to the stage. He hugged the announcers, before stepping up to the microphone.

“Thank you all, so much,” Tom said into the microphone, glancing around the room, before resting his eyes on you. “Thank you all, but thank you most of all, Y/N. Your love, your support, your kindness. And most importantly, for believing in us. I love you.” Tom paused before saying, “Thank you all!’ and walking back down the stairs off the stage.

After all the press got through with Tom, the show was over. You had decided it best to stay in your chair and wait for Tom, but you had started regretting that decision when the room was emptying with still no Tom. You looked down at your phone to make sure Tom hadn’t texted up, but you were startled by footsteps. You looked up to see Tom, a huge smile on his face. He leaned down, kissing you on the forehead. You smiled at him, grabbing his outstretched hand to stand up. He pulled you into him, wrapping you in a hug. You buried your face in his chest, reveling in this private moment amidst all the chaos of the night.

“I believe in us,” he said quietly, pulling away from you slightly, just far enough to pull you in for a kiss.

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