Tom has been in your life for a whopping eight years. You were high school sweethearts. Ever since before the fame, you had been there for him. He had
"Where is he?" Your manager Clair, asked you as you sat patiently backstage of your concert.
"He promised he'd be here." You sighed, drinking some water.
"Tom never lets you down." His brother, Harry had tried to convince you, and it was true. He had never let you down, up until this past week where all he'd ever do was ditch you, and hang out with his friend of many years, Lacey.
"He's been letting her down all week!" You mum scolded.
"You lot aren't making her feel any better." Clair cried out in frustration.
"Wembley arena is waiting for you out there Y/N, this isn't the time to be moping around over your boyfriend!" Your big brother told you.
"Fuck off." You snapped.
"He's with Lacey, so the show must go on." You stood up and did your good luck ritual with your entire tour squad.
"I'm here!" Tom ran through the door with two security guard beside him.
"I'm off!" You sarcastically smiled, giving him an attitude.
"Y/N I'm sorry, I was with Lacey -" He began and you cut him off.
"You've been with Lacey all week. I haven't seen you. I don't ask much of you ever, but Wembley arena is one of the biggest places on this tour, and you'd rather be hanging with her." You sighed, trying to not get yourself annoyed.
"Don't be like this Y/N, I made it here didn't I?" He sounded like he was getting angrier.
"Y/N, you're on in fifteen minutes, guys let's give them some space." Your security guard Barry escorted everyone out so you and Tom could talk privately.
"I don't know why it's such a big deal. Lacey is a friend." Tom tried to reassure you.
"Not to remind you of the past, but remember when she tried to kiss you at our engagement party? Or the endless sexual comments? The flirting?" You raised your voice.
"I never acknowledged any of it! You know I didn't." Toms jaw was clenched.
"I know you didn't. But whose to say she tries all of this on when I'm not there huh?" You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.
"Well then I might as well have married her instead!" He shouted, finally letting his anger out.
But the last thing that poor boy ever wanted to do was take his anger out on you. You were his wife. His everything. The guilt followed instantly. He felt horrible that he had even said such a thing.
"Y/N you're on in five!" Barry knocked on your door, but the tears were pooling in your eyes.
"I'm your wife." You raised your hand and showed off the ring.
"But if you really wanted her to marry you, then go and fucking be with her." You wiped away a stray tear and left him standing there.
"What's up London?" You shouted with a grin after you had finished your opening song. The screams echoed through the arena.
"I've been in this arena, five times now, and you go harder every time!" You were emotional.
"Now my next song, is my favourite to perform. Have you ever been in an argument with your other half, and felt completely lost?" You asked, a tear threatening to fall from your face.
"This is for you guys." You sang the words with heartbreak filling your veins. When you looked down to the left, Tom was watching. He was crying and it was obvious.
Within two hours, your show was over. It was time to go back to your home.
"You did so well Y/N, we have Wembley tomorrow so there will be a car to come pick you up at seven so be awake." Clair waved you off out of the car. You and Tom hadn't spoken a word, and you hadn't talk to his brothers either.
"I cried back there sweetheart, you never fail to amaze me." Your mum kissed your temple once you had walked back into the apartment.
"Mrs Y/L/N, you can take the spare room, Harry and I will take the sofa." Sam smiled and your mum thanked them.
"I need a drink." You huffed out, finally being able to wipe your makeup off.
"That's the best performance you've ever put on I swear." Tom finally spoke to you but you just let the comment slip pass you.
"I'm proud of you." He continued and you poured out a glass of wine.
"Y/N, I didn't mean it, you're my wife. I love you." Tom's voice cracked.
"If you loved me that much, what was that back there? That wasn't my husband Tom. I admit that I'm a jealous person, but bringing our entire marriage into it, who does that?" You asked him.
"I'm a dick. I didn't mean to say it, and I'm sorry. As much as it was in the heat of the moment, it wasn't true. If you want me to stop hanging out with Lacey-" You immediately cut him off.
"The problem isn't hanging out with her Tom, it's you constantly ditching me for her." You reminded him.
"Okay, okay. I'm sorry love. I really am." He frowned.
"I know you are." You sighed.
