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Birthday? Angst• TH

Summary: Mob!tom: it's your birthday, you come home to find the house empty. You sigh and go to your room, watching netlfix with wine, when you hear the door open, though it's not Tom coming back from work to wish you a happy birthday
Warnings: slight gore, pissed off reader, mob boss Tom forgets your birthday, swearing, fluff at the end.
Word count: 2556

Your POV:
It had been a horribly long day at work, I worked as a children's nurse in a near by hospital, which is ironic since my boyfriend is notorious Mafia boss, Tom Holland. I seriously wonder how I fell for such a man, he had no mercy. That's how we met though. His men kidnapped me since I 'was mysteriously beautiful' scuse you..

Eventually I fell for his charms, which he does have. He could be totally brutal to some guy he is about to murder, but then I walk in and he storms over to me taking me in a tight hug. I was his escape from the mafia world, and I wouldn't want it any other way.

Anyway! Just got back from work, it had been a good day, yet I had to run at least 29 miles today from running to each side of the hospital multiple times, I was shattered, but since it was my birthday and I'm sure Tom has something planned I'm sure I can stay up a little while longer. I smiled at the thought of my Tommy, giving me a hug, whispering sweet nothings as he showers me in birthday kisses. That's all I want from him tonight. I bite my lip and walk inside the giant mansion.

"I'm home!" I sing song. Nothing. "Tommy?" I shouted out. No answer. Maybe he's working a little later, no bother, he shouldn't be too long. I shrug off the thought and make my way to the kitchen and grabbing a wine glass, filling it up with my favourite red wine.

I make my way up the stairs and find myself in me and toms shared bedroom. I flick on the tv and place the glass down so I can change into anything but my uniform. I find my pyjamas. They are pretty simple. Tartan bottoms with my old white shirt. It's a look I promise. I threw my hair up in a messy bun and out on my glasses. Getting comfy in my bed as I flicked through Netflix, finally satisfied with watching deadpool.  God I loved that film. It's bloody hilarious.

I was about an hour into the movie and Ryan Reynolds had said something funny which made me chuckle. My wine was finished and I was still waiting for my Tom to come home. I sighed and looked down at my fingers. Fiddling with them a little. I was about to pick up my phone but I was interrupted by the door slamming downstairs. I jumped in my seat, pausing my movie as I curiously climbed out of bed.

I tip toed my way downstairs and saw Harrison standing at the basement door. He saw me and gave me a smile. "Hey y/n." He smiled. "Hi Haz, uh, what's going on down there?" I asked.

He shook his head "this guy owes Tom money, the usual shit is going on down there" he answers. "He couldn't have waiting until tomorrow?" I asked again. His eyes squinted. "Well yeah, but today is right now?" He answered, almost asking. My eyes brimmed with the salty liquid from my eye. "Did Tom talk about anything special today?" I asked in below a whisper.

He shook his head. "No, why?" He asked. Is shook my head, putting a fake smile on my face. "Can I go in and see him?" I asked. He nodded "as always, of course you can" he smiled back and opened the door, staying outside. I walked down the steps and heard a man screaming. I walked down further and saw Tom punching the shit out of some older guy.

"Tom?" I shouted over. He turned to me, smiling instantly, he walked over to me and gave my forehead a kiss, careful not to get blood on my clothes. "Hey lovie, how was work?" He asked. I nodded, "tiring, ran a lot" I smiled slightly. He noticed.

"You okay angel?" He asked, eyebrows furrowing a bit. "Yeah um, are we doing anything tonight?" I squeaked out. His eyebrows furrowed more. "Why would we, bed and sleep sounds lush, once I'm done with him of course." He chuckled. I bit my lip. He forgot. He's forgotten my damn birthday.