Hi, can I request a fic about tom and reader who only known each other for a short time, wake up hungover in Vegas to find that they got married and that tom announced it to the whole world on Instagram and Twitter and his parents are not happy about it as they have never met her and tom had never mentioned her to them
Lol so I know you technically cant get married druno in Vegas (at least thats what google tells me) but this was so fun to write, so thank you for the request!
Oh and for this, y/n and tom are in an established relationship and have been together for 2 months
Tom woke up with a pounding headache, feeling sore all over, "Fuck..." He groaned out, voice deep from just having woke up.
He turned his head, squinting his eyes to shield them from the little bit of light that trickled through the hotel room's curtains.
Suddenly memories from last night came flooding in. You, him, and a bunch of mutual friends had decided to go to Las Vegas as a spontaneous trip before Tom had to leave for filming. He remembered going out to a bar with everyone and having some drinks, but eventually the events blended into each other until he couldn't remember anything else.
He wracked his brain for anything but nothing came up.
Soon your sleeping body came into focus, and Tom reached his hand out shaking you lightly, "Love, wake up."
You groaned, burying your face further into the pillow. "C'mon darling, wake up, do you know what happened last night?" He asked, trying to ignore his throbbing head.
You groaned again, turning your head towards him, eyes still shut, "We got drunk." You mumbled tiredly.
Tom rolled his eyes, "I know that, but I feel like we did something."
You shrugged, "We probably just had sex. C'mon Tommy go back to sleep."
Tom ran a hand through his hair, you were probably right. He was probably just overthinking everything. He laid back down, throwing an arm around you, feeling you curl into him.
"Wait," you mumbled. You stretched your hand out to the nightstand and grabbed Tom's phone. "Your phone kept going off last night, so I muted it." You handed it to him.
He grabbed his phone and turned it on, once again squinting his eyes towards the light. His eyebrows furrowed as he saw way more notifications than usual from his Instagram and Twitter, and on top of that 20 missed calls from his mother and 16 missed calls from his father, and even more from his manager.
He sat up quickly, unlocking his phone. He quickly tapped on Instagram and saw how many new dms he had gotten. He tapped on his profile and saw that he had added something to his story.
His eyes widened, his headache completely forgotten, as he tapped on his story.
The camera was shaky, but there he stood with his phone aimed at the two of you, his arm over your shoulders, and the both of you clearly drunk.
"Hellooo Instagram~" Tom singsonged. "Me and (N/N) here have some big news!"
"That's what she said." You shouted, cracking yourself up.
"What?" Tom laughed, looking down at you. "That doesn't make sense."
"You don't make sense," you giggled.
"Anyway- We're getting married!" Tom yelled and slurred into the camera, and suddenly turning it towards a chapel the two of you were walking to.
"I love Vegas!" You yelled, before the camera cut out.
"Oh my god," Tom squeaked, "(Y/N) this is serious, you need to see this."
You sighed and pulled yourself up from the bed, and moved closer to Tom. "What?" You grunted, resting your chin on his shoulder.
Tom replayed the video for you. Sometime during the video you pulled away from him, and suddenly felt much more awake as you watched the video intently.
"Holy shit Tom," you gasped, looking up at him. "We didn't...." you hoped, afterall you've only been together for two months, and neither of you had met the others families yet... oh yeah, and not to mention the fact that your relationship was being a kept a secret from the public. So, so much for that.
Tom quickly clicked out of Instagram and opened Twitter. Seeing his tweet from last night.
The tweet was followed with a picture of you and Tom kissing at the alter.
"We did..." Tom muttered gravely.
Suddenly his phone rang and a picture of his mothed filled the screen, "Fuck! She's probably so pissed right now!"
"Well you gotta answer!" You yelped, "Oh my god, she's gonna hate me before she's even met me." You moaned, falling back against the bed.
Tom scrambled to his feet and quickly answered, "Hello? Mum?"
"Thomas Stanley Holland!" You cringed, hearing her yell. "What did you do!?"
"I'm sorry! I made a mistake-"
"A pretty damn big mistake!"
"I know! We just found out ourselves!"
"Well you need to fix it. Your father and I haven't even met the girl and you two get married!?"
"That's no excuse, you know better than that." She sighed, "Your father is livid."
"I'm sorry... we're both sorry."
"God," she grunted, "I know... but you need to fix this. The media's been going crazy with this."
"Yeah, I'm sure they are." Tom glanced over and saw the miserable look on your face, before turning back to his phone call, "We'll get this sorted... but can you promise this won't affect how you see (Y/N), we were both drunk and stupid."
His mother sighed again, "Alright, but that doesn't mean I'm happy with either one of you. But you need to promise me that after things clear up, you'll bring her by....Christ... I have a daughter in law I've never even met."
"Yeah.. yeah, of course. Can I call you back?"
"Yeah, hurry up and take care of everything. Your dad's probably going to call soon."
Tom quickly hung up, spinning on his heel to face you.
You looked up at him expectantly from your spot on the bed.
"Darling, I care about you deeply," He started, "But I want a divorce."
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