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shitty days

a/n: my inspiration is obviously myself,,, honestly had multiple emotional breakdowns for the past two days. never thought i could be so emotionally exhausted. the reader is so lucky, she has someone to love and rely on... unlike me

warnings: lots of angst, uwu fluff, inappropriate words/terms

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The past few days had been shit. Not only did I find out that my so-called friends were using me for popularity, but I haven't been able to clear my mind and study for the upcoming finals. I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff that led to a neverending pit of darkness. I had multiple emotional breakdowns in the last few days, leaving my face red and puffy. People eyed me as I rushed across campus to my dorm. It was always embarrassing to feel their eyes following my every movement, judging me from afar.

Today was no different, if anything, it was worse. My professor had turned everyone's attention to my unconscious figure, mocking me and using me as an example of bad behaviour. I woke to the giggling of the other students and noticed their eyes focused on me. The professor burst out in laughter, pointing at my face. I grabbed my phone and looked at the selfie camera to see my face stained with black marks. The words 'whore,' 'slut,' and 'bitch' etched on my forehead and cheeks. Above my lips, they drew a moustache that looked like a dick. I froze in shock horror embarrassment. Tears filled my eyes, threatening to spill out. I grabbed my stuff and ran. I ran back to my dorm, never looking back once. I broke down in my dorm, sitting on the floor with my knees bent and my face buried in them. Black tears rolled down my face, dripping onto the cold, concrete floor.

I could've, would've, fallen asleep there, but I remembered about the ink on my face. I stoop up and waddled to the bathroom, hovering over the sink, I don't look up at the mirror, dreading what I'll see in the reflection. I scrubbed my face until my arms gave out and my face felt numb.

I walked out, putting on an oversized crewneck and shorts. I decided that going to visit Tom would make me feel better, so I grabbed my car keys and drove.

When I arrived at the all too familiar house, I parked my car in the driveway next to his car. Mustering as much energy as I could, I put on a fake smile and tried to pull myself together. I stood up straight, tapping the door with my fist twice.

"Hey, darling," Tom smiled, embracing me.

"Hi, Tommy," I giggled genuinely, melting into the hug.

"It's been such a shitty day for me," the two of us said in unison.

"You can go first," Tom welcomed me into his humble abode.

Once I stepped into his home, I broke. Something in me just snapped.

"Today has been the worst, Tommy. My classmates and professor made fun of me because I fell asleep in class, and-" Tom cut me off.

"Bloody hell, why are you sleeping in class?" He groaned.

"W-Well with finals and all, I've just been studying really, really har-" I tried explaining.

"I don't want to hear any excuses, Y/N. You shouldn't be sleeping in class. I'm not helping you pay for your tuition for you to sleep in class. Fuck," Tom brought a hand into his mop of hair, "Sorry, go on."

"They- uh- they- well..." I fidgeted with my fingers.

"For fuck sake, Y/N, spit it out!" Tom rolled his eyes.

"They drew on my face! They wrote really mean things. They called me a slut and a whore and a bitch. Then, they drew a penis-looking moustache on my face. And, I also found out that my only friends liked me because I was dating a celebrity. Because I was dating you! I-I just can't do it anymore, Tom, I really can't." My sobs shook my entire body, travelling down my spine and on every bone of my body.

"Look, darling, I'm sorry I snapped at you. I was just frustrated because work has been shit recently. I love you, princess. You have many other friends who do care for you, like Haz, Z, Jacob, and even more! Please don't doubt yourself. It'll get better, I promise." Tom kissed the top of my forehead, "Now let's get some rest. You must be emotionally drained," I hummed 'yes' in reply. "Let's go to bed and cuddle, darling."

"Tom?" I looked up at him as he carried me to the bedroom bridal style, "I love you."

Tom smiled down at me, "I love you, too."