Moving House- A Tom Hiddleston Fanfiction.
Prologue
Me and Amy had been friends forever. You could say we were
more like sisters than best friends.
We’d been through primary and secondary school together,
always looking out for each other, having each others backs.
Then after secondary school we both kind of drifted apart,
both going our separate ways and doing our own thing. I went to college to
study Media Production in hope of one day becoming a film journalist- id always
been a film and actors buff knowing most films, most recently those of Tom
Hiddleston and Amy studying a photography course to become a photographer.
She was never without a camera, even in primary she always
carried a camera, snapping away pictures of random objects and I was constantly
her model posing for photos here and there, taking pictures of our days out
together.
She was destined for it, and now at the age of twenty eight
she`d finally achieved her dream, she was now classed as a photographer. It
seemed everything was going her way. She`d recently opened up her own gallery
of photos in London and was moving there to
start her life with her fiancée Jay, whom she met whilst on a backpacking
holiday in Italy
I was so proud of her but at the same time I felt as though
my life was going rather slowly. She’d always been the prettier and more
successful one of the two of us, knowing that she wanted to be a photographer
since she was seven, when he dad bought her her first camera. I however, took
longer in deciding what career path I wanted to take.
Everyone always told me that I could do anything I wanted
and put my mind to. It was just deciding what my mind wanted to stick to. Every
girl dreams of being something when they grown up `I want to be a princess` or
`I want to be a ballerina`. When your five you don’t realise how tough life is
and your free to be able to dream of becoming a princess or ballerina all you
like but then you grow up and having to face reality and the fact that
fairytales don’t exist.
Im not saying I didn’t know what I wanted to be when I grew
up. I did id been set on what I wanted to be when I was fourteen. I wanted to
be a policewoman but one trip to the opticians and my plans had to change.
Because I was blind in one eye the optician said that there
may be a possibility that I may not be able to drive let alone become a
policewoman. My childhood dream was shattered.
From then on my dreams and career ambitions changed. I’d
always loved writing, my favourite subject at school being English. I always
carried a notebook with me wherever I went, jotting down things I saw or
writing descriptions of people id met. I was as bad as Amy with her camera.
After that optician appointment I also decided that I didn’t
want to drive, Id never really thought about it and presides I had far from the
best attention span and coordination skills. Instead I fulfilled another life
long dream I had since I was ten, Id always loved America
since I went to Florida New York
So when I finished uni at the age of twenty one I spent two
glorious weeks in New York with Amy, admiring the sights, going to see Wicked
on Broadway, we went and saw it once when we went to London for the day and
completely fell in love with it, probably thanks to watching too much Glee. We
also went and ate cupcakes just like the girls in Sex and the City and sat on
the Met like the Blair and Serena in Gossip Girl, aswell as shopping in
Barney`s,Bloomigdales and Saks and taking a trip to Tiffany’s to have my Holly
Golightly moment. Id always loved black and white movies, especially ones with
Audrey Hepburn so I had a bit of a fangirl moment when I had coffee and a
danish outside the famous Tiffany’s including going in and treating myself to a
tiffany necklace to remember it by. Not that I would forget it, especially as I
made Amy take god knows how many pictures of me outside. Something tells me
that trip was based on our love for American TV.
We’d spent a lot of time round Amy’s growing up watching
reruns of Friends, Glee or Gossip girl on TV putting the world to rights. I
loved growing up with Amy as my best friend, in that house that held so many
memories. You can imagine my sadness when she told me she was selling the house
and moving to London
Chapter 1
Today was the day. The day my childhood best friend moved
out of the house she grew up in, where we both shared so many memories.
It was Friday, I’d left work early making out I had a
doctors appointment when really Amy had asked me to help her move her things
out of the house.
She text me that morning just to remind me and I told her I’d
be around at about three to help her.
I walked home past Amy’s from work as I only lived around
the corner from her. It was nice having a friend that close by, a kind of
comfort; I knew at whatever time I could go round and see her, whether it was
for a catch up and putting the world to rights or for some tea bags. I was
going to miss that.
Amy was outside when I arrived, loading things into the
removal van. As I approached her house I saw a tall man of about 6`2 with
blonde curly hair. From behind it looked like Tom Hiddleston. `Don’t be silly Emily` I thought to
myself, brushing the thought from my mind.
I approached Amy`s house, the front door wide open with a
white removal van outside.
“All packed?” I asked
“Hey” she said coming over to hug me. “Almost, Tom is just
helping me pack up the rest of my stuff.”
I looked over at the man I had seen the back of when I
approached Amy’s house and stopped in my tracks. It was Tom Hiddleston… helping Amy. Having not noticed me he went back
into the house to fetch another box.
“How the hell did Tom freaking Hiddleston end up helping you
move house” I screamed, the fangirl inside me going crazy.
“Oh, Jay’s working late so he sent Tom to help.” She replied
calm as calm”
“What?” my mind was struggling to focus on the fact that Jay
knew Tom freaking Hiddleston and Amy didn’t even think to mention it.
“Yeah, they met at Eton ,
when Jay was younger and they’ve been friends ever since”
I just stood there gauping.
Tom must have heard me as he done his little ehehe laugh and
came out of the house smiling, carrying another brown box over to the removal
van.
I just stared at him in awe, dressed in a pair of dark
jeans, his brown cowboy boots tucked over the top and the dark blue shirt he
wore in Detroit
I didn’t realise how blue his eyes were (as though he was
looking into my soul) until he was right infront of me extending his hand to
introduce himself.
“Tom Hiddleston, nice to meet you” he said in his smooth
British accent,his voice like chocolate. I take his hand, shaking it, his long
slender fingers wrapping around mine. Oh
my god, Tom Hiddleston’s holding my hand. Don’t say anything stupid, Emily.
Don’t come across as another silly fangirl, don’t come across as a fangirl,
don’t come across as a fangirl, you’re twenty eight years old. Answer him,
answer him.
“E..Emily, you
stutter, it’s a pleasure to meet you Mr Hiddleston” you’ve done it already. You silly girl. Mr Hiddleston, really??
“Tom, please, call
me Tom.”
“Tom” his name rolled off your tongue so easily.
“Forgive me Mr Hid...Tom I don’t want to come across as some
fangirl but I just wanted to let you know that I loved you in Midnight in Paris
I was still holding his hand, he didn’t seem eager to let go
as when I tried to pull away he tightened his grip on my hand. Still holding my
hand and looking into my eyes oh my god, he’s
looking into my soul he replied “Oh darling, bless you for saying that, I
have to say Amy has told me quite a lot about you. Oh my god Amy had told Tom Hiddleston about me! Remind me to thank her
later. You’re an aspiring journalist are you not?” he smiled showing his pearly
whites. Oh god they’re perfect, he’s
perfect. You’re talking to Tom Hiddleston.
“I am” you blush.
“She told me you’ve had quite a few reviews published on a
blog including one about `The Hollow Crown` or so I’ve been told” Maybe not. I went to glare at Amy but
she smirked and ran inside. Oh god, out of all the reviews I had written, she
had to mention that one. I’d ended up reviewing `The Hollow Crown` because my
`editor` knew how much of a fan I was of Tom`s. I tried and most likely failed
to make the review sound professional with minimum fangirling, but that proved more
difficult than I thought.
“Erm...yes I may have done” you reply warily.
“Well, Emily, I’d love to read them sometime” There is no way he’s reading that one. Any
of the others, fine, but that one, no way. I didn’t want him knowing how much I
fangirled over him on Twitter and Tumblr. Before I could give a response
Amy saved me by asking if either of us wanted a cup of tea.
“Please” we both replied in unison, and with that Tom let go
on my hand only to entwine my fingers under his arm to lead me inside the
house. Such a gentleman.
Everything was all packed up accept for a few chairs, mugs,
kettle and a carton of milk and a bag of sugar that was left on the side just
incase we all wanted a cup of tea before she left. The house seemed completely
empty accept for those last few items that needed to be packed. It was sad to
think Amy was leaving.
I remember all the times we’d spent in this house, when we
were younger playing with our barbies, then when we started secondary school
and it consisted of coke and mars bars as we done our homework and once we’d
both finished uni and before we took our trip to New York we put the world to
rights over American TV and white wine. Then we went our separate ways
fulfilling our career paths, well Amy fulfilling hers anyway, straight out of
uni she went to Italy
That was where she met Jay; he worked at the magazine she
photographed for, also a photographer from London
who was backpacking trying to find inspiration photographing the amazing
landscapes of Venice
Me on the other hand, a struggling journalist who wrote film
reviews for a blog in her spare time while working a nine to five in the
office. I hated it. I longed to live in the city. Id applied for countless jobs
in London
I dreamed of becoming a film journalist, purely for my love
of film, cinema and actors and not to mingle with the celebrities although that
would most definitely be a perk. When I wasn’t at the office I was watching
films, going to the cinema, usually the old ladies cinema on a Saturday
afternoon. Dover
I went into the cinema that day knowing barely anything
about Midnight in Paris or about Fitzgerald and
Hemmingway, accept for the fact that the film was set in Paris
I watched the film in amazement. Id always loved Paris
I was sad when the credits rolled; I didn’t want to leave
the cinema until the credits had finished rolling purely because of the French
music that was playing, but mostly to see the actor who portrayed Fitzgerald so
beautifully. Tom Hiddleston.
Chapter 2.
That afternoon after coming out of the world of 1920s Paris
Over the next few months id watched most of his filmography
including The Deep Blue Sea, Thor, Archipalego , Unrelated and mini TV movie
series `The Hollow Crown` which I later got to review. I also watched some of
the TV shows he was in including Suburban Shootout and Wallander and almost
every interview on Youtube. He was such a gentleman answering every question
fully and with such politeness and kindness. You could certainly tell he was
British he has that charm about him.
He got even better with every role he played and was
absolutely gorgeous in pictures but even more beautiful in the flesh with his
curly hair and gorgeous blue green eyes, his lean body and perfect cheekbones.
There was literally nothing wrong with him whatsoever. No flaws. He was an
angel sent from the heavens.
Amy set about making the tea whilst Tom went and washed his
hands from the dust of the boxes. I didn’t even realise they were dusty but
that was probably because I was too lost in the fact that this gorgeous and
perfect human being was looking right in to my eyes, talking to me.
“I can’t believe you’re leaving” I said to Amy, tears beginning
to appear in my green eyes.
“I know, it feels strange. Ive lived in this house, in this
rubbish town of Dover Dover
Tears started to roll down both of our cheeks. “Oh, look at
us” I stated “were a right pair”. We both laughed wiping the tears from our
faces.
“You’re doing it though Amz, you’re fulfilling your dream,
its what you’ve always wanted to do. You’re now a professional photographer
moving to London
“You’re going to make me cry again if you carry on” Amy
laughed.
The kettle boiled. Amy set about pouring the water into the
cups. Tom walked back into the kitchen and sat down in one of the three chairs
that were left, legs open wide as usual. I wonder why he sat like that; mind
you I guess it’s obvious. Get that thought
out of your head right now.
Amy finished making the tea, my eyes wondered back to Tom
trying to focus on his eyes and face rather than anything else. He caught my
gaze smiling. It was as though time stopped, as though it was just me and him
in the room. It felt like we stared at each other for ages even though it was probably
only for a few seconds.
We were broke from our trance by Amy coughing saying that
our teas were on the side and to help ourselves to sugar if we wanted. Amy went
and sat down next to Tom while I was still standing near the counter adding
sugar to my tea.
“Do you take sugar, Tom?” I asked him.
“Yes, one please darling” he replied. Oh my god, he called me darling. My inner fangirl was jumping up
and down with joy. I mean he does it to everyone but still he called me it, I
loved it when I got called that, especially by men, it was so old fashioned yet
so British. The way the world rolled off his tongue. Darling. Darling. So
British and so well spoken. I mean me and Amy are both British but he can make
any word that rolled off that gorgeous tongue of his sound sexy as hell. Oh, what id love that tongue to do to me.
Stop it. Don’t think like that. He could read the dictionary and make it
sound sexy. God.
As Tom’s tea was still on the side I took the opportunity to
add one sugar to his and two to mine before bringing both cups over to where
Amy and Tom were sitting in the chairs.
Tom stood up to take his tea from me “Bless you darling,
Thankyou” he said. He did it again.
I sat down in the middle of both Amy and Tom. We sat there
in silence for a while drinking our tea, not an awkward silence but a silence
that allowed us to gather our thoughts. I broke the silence a while later.
“What time is Jay coming to pick you up and drive you to London
“He should be here soon.” Amy looked at the clock, the time
read half three. “He’s probably just finished work so I’d imagine he’ll be here
soon. Probably about half 5. You will stay until I leave right?”
“Yeah ofcourse, I’ll wait until you get in the van and then
I’ll go as ive got a review to write and a stack of paperwork to do” I replied.
In all truth I wasn’t sure if I wanted to stay to see her off or not, I mean I
did but I didn’t want her to see me cry again.
Tom interrupted my thoughts. “What have you got to write a
review on?” he asked looking me in the eyes again, generally seeming
interested. I turned to face him, I swear if he looks into my eyes again I’ll
loose it. I did however, manage to contain eye contact to reply “Oh, just a
film review of `What to Expect when you’re Expecting`. I replied.
“That sounds cool, that’s the film with Cameron Diaz and
Matthew Morrison is it not?” he replied, generally interested in every word I
had to say. I loved that about him, no matter who he was talking to, whether it
was to fans or his fellow actors he always seemed generally happy and
interested in what others had to say.
“Yeah, that’s the one. I`m really looking forward to seeing
it Purely for Matthew Morrison I got
it sent to me through the blog I write for”
“The one Amy was telling me about? `The Film Blog` isn’t
it?”
“The Peoples Movies” I corrected him.
“Oh my god, I`m so sorry, I must looked a right tit” I
laughed. He always apologised for everything, the silliest little things that
really didn’t need an apology. It was kind of cute though.
“Oh, no, no it’s fine honestly it was an easy mistake to
make” Tom looked down at his feet, generally embarrassed. Not thinking I put my
hand on his knee getting him to look at me. When he looked up I removed it as
quick as id put it there putting both hands on my mug to distract myself. What did you do that for? Now ive probably
giving him the impression that im interested. Well you are aren’t you? Stupid
self conscious.
“I sincerely
apologise” he said again.
“Tom, will you please, stop apologising. In all your
interviews you apologise for everything. Even in the one where you got caught
eating chocolate.” he laughed his ehehe throwing his head back his tongue
poking out a little bit. God that neck.
Stop it!
“I would really
like to read some of your writing, especially `The Hollow Crown` review you
wrote.” He winked. I blushed. “Perhaps over dinner sometime? Oh my god did Tom Hiddleston really just ask
me to go to dinner with him? I looked around to look at Amy but she’d
disappeared, obviously to go and freshen up before Jay got here.
Before I could answer there was a knock at the door. Amy
came out from the bathroom just in time to answer the door to Jay.
Tom asked if I was done with my tea before getting up and
taking my cup from me, taking it over to the sink. He turned to face me. “So
dinner sometime?” he asked me again. “Id love to get to know you better, you
seem like a very interesting and beautiful young women and you still need to
show me you’re writing.” I blushed. He
called me beautiful. Why does he want to read my writing, it isn’t that good.
Although I have to admit I was pretty happy with my review of `The Hollow
Crown. Which he isn’t going to read.
Amy and Jay walked into the kitchen hand in hand. Jay looks
a lot like Chace Crawford in my opinion with immaculate brown hair and grey
blue eyes wearing dark blue jeans, a dark green t shirt and black converse.
Only a certain amount of men could pull off the whole t shirt and jeans look
and make it look sexy as hell. Jay was one of them, aswell as Tom obviously; I
mean have you seen him in his grey see through t shirt and leather jacket or
his black blazer and white t shirt. I swear Tom’s the king of sexy he can pull
off anything; he can make a bin bag look sexy. He has no idea of the effect he has
on me.
“Hey Jay” I greeted him going over to give him a hug. Jay
let go of Amy’s hand.
“Hey Em, how you keeping? Haven’t seen you in a while.” He
hugged me back. Tom’s hand clenched into fists beside him. Was he jealous? As
soon as Jay let me go, Tom returned to his normal stance, hands by his side, a
smile plastered back on his face.
“Yeah, I know, has been a while ive been good, at the office
and writing as usual.” I laughed. Jay smiled. “Glad to hear it, keep it up and
someone will soon notice what an amazing writer you are”. I smiled. Jay walked
over to Tom, Tom held out his hand. Jay shook it bringing him in to a man hug.
“Hey mate” Jay said. “How’s filming going?”
“Its going good thanks mate, back to it tomorrow, off to Iceland
As Tom and Jay continued to catch up me and Amy picked up
the last few bits and bobs from the kitchen including the mugs and chairs to put
them in the van.
“I think Tom really likes you, you know” Amy says
“Really? Do you think so?” Oh my god, did she really just say that she thought Tom freaking
Hiddleston liked me?
“Oh, please” she
said raising her eyebrows, he hasn’t stopped staring at you since he met you
and what was with the whole hand holding thing while you spoke, calling you
darling and generally wanting to read you’re writing. Surely that’s a few signs
that he’s interested?”
“He calls everyone darling and he`s probably just interested
in reading the review on `The Hollow Crown` to see what I said about him. Oh
while im on that subject” I said. “Out of all the reviews ive written and
you’ve read, that’s the first one that comes to mind?”
“Im sorry, I wasn’t thinking. He does generally seem
interested though”
“Oh my god, I forgot to tell you. He asked me out to dinner
before you came in you know. I squealed.
“Oh my god! He asked you out to dinner, you have to go.”
“That’s if he asks me again”
“What do you mean, if he asks you again? Did you say no?”
“No, don’t be silly, I didn’t get a chance to give him an
answer because you came in at the wrong time!”
We were outside by now waiting for the boys to come out.
Everything was packed. This was it. The reality hit, my best friend really was
leaving to go and live in London
“Im sorry” she said “you have to keep me posted”
“Ofcourse I will, you’re my best friend” she hugged me,
tears starting to fall again. She held me at arms length tears in her eyes.
“And you’re mine. Just because im a few hours away it doesn’t change anything. You’re
coming to London
“You want me to be your maid of honour, oh my god, Amy
ofcourse I will, it will be my pleasure”.
“Who knows” she said, “I think Jay is going to ask Tom to be
his best man so you may wanna get in there, especially as its tradition for the
maid of honour and the best man to cop off with each other.”
“Amy!” she laughed. I raised my eyebrows at her.
Just then Tom and Jay came out of the house laughing. “I’ll
give you the best stag do you can imagine” Tom said giving Jay a pat on the
back, throwing his head back and laughing his ehehe again. Man that laugh was
infectious.
“Guess that answers our question” Amy muttered under her
breath. I elbowed her in the ribs.
“Ow” she shrieked.
Jay and Tom came over to us. “Ready to go babe?” Jay asked
Amy. Amy smiled. “Yeah, I guess so” she replied sadly. She looked at me tears
forming in her eyes again. We’d been through so much together in all these years
and now it was time for my childhood friend to leave her childhood home.
“Go, you’ll be great, I’ll see you in a couple of weeks” I
said, more to reassure myself than her. She hugged me then hugged Tom before
getting in the van.
Jay came over to say goodbye giving me a hug. “Take good
care of her” I said to him. “I’ll see you in a couple of weeks”.
“Bye Em, I will do, don’t worry.” I smiled.
He man hugged Tom telling him he’ll call him before he got
in the van, shut the door, started the engine and drove off with my best
friend.
Chapter 3
Me and Tom stood there for a few moments watching as the van
turned the corner. I waited until the van was out of sight before I let the
tears fall. I sniffed. Tom came up behind me offering me a tissue.
“Thanks” I said offering him a small smile and accepting the
tissues. “I must look a right mess, I don’t know why im so upset, im seeing her
in a couple of weeks”
“Don’t apologise darling” he said wiping away my tears. “Its
perfectly natural, she’s your best friend, you’ve known her pretty much your
entire life”
“Yeah. We’ve been through so much and this house holds so
many memories”
“Just because Amy’s left the house and because it’s up for
sale it doesn’t mean that the memories are gone darling. They’ll always be in here”
he touched my heart. I wonder if he could
tell if it’s beating fast than it usually does all because of him. I
smiled.
“Thanks Tom”
“My pleasure darling” he smiled. It reached his eyes. “Now,
I believe Amy has asked you to be her maid of honour has she not?”
“She has, why do you ask?”
“Because Jay has asked me to be his best man and you know
that the maid of honour and best man are meant to get together, don’t you? He
laughed. Not Tom too. Amy had already
said that, it made me doubt if it was actually true or if Amy was right and
that Tom did like me and was using it as an excuse to take me as his date.
Maybe both.
“Now you haven’t an excuse to not have dinner with me
especially as were both in London London
“Ofcourse Tom, it would be an honour” he smiled and got up.
“Now love if you would allow me to have your phone number
then I can text you when I get to London
“Now then darling, will you allow me to walk you home?”
always the gentleman, he really is perfect and you’re going out to dinner with
him in a few weeks. My fangirl self jumped for joy.
“Erm, well I only live round the corner and not meaning to
sound rude and not that I don’t want you to walk me home because I do but I
think that-“ I trailed off blushing. Tom saw my hesitation. “You think what dear?”
he asked with genuiune concern. Did I admit that even though id only known him
for a few hours that I really liked him and that I didn’t want to leave him and
that if he walked me home that I likely wouldn’t let him leave?
“I think…I think that…if you walked me home I wouldn’t let
you go” I said embarrassed. Did I really
just tell Tom Hiddleston how I felt? Idiot. I blushed. He laughed his
ehehe. “Well in that case I best not because in all fairness darling I don’t
think id want to leave.” I smiled.
He took my hand again placing another kiss on the back of
it. “It was a pleasure to meet you Emily darling”.
“The pleasure is all mine Tom, really, you have no idea how
much of an honour it is to meet you”.
“Oh darling, bless you” he still held my hand. Was this
going to be a regular occurrence? Does he really like my hands as much as I
love his? I have to admit I usually hated my hands but Tom holding them made me
not hate them as much. His hands fit perfectly in mine. We stood there in our
little bubble staring in each others eyes for ages.
I broke the gaze and silence first. “Well, I...i suppose I
better go. No matter how much I don’t want to leave this review and paperwork
won’t do itself”. I smiled weakly.
“I guess it won’t” he agreed. “I’ve got to get back myself,
I want to refresh my mind of the script before I leave tomorrow” he smiled. I
smiled back.
“I hope you have a great time in Iceland Tom” I went to let
go of his hand but he pulled it back pulling me into a hug. I embraced him
breathing in his scent. He smelled of cologne and Tom. Heavenly. Oh my god, he gives the best hugs ever can I
just stay here in his embrace, at Amy’s house where all the memories are?
We embraced for what felt like ages, not long after though
he pulled away. “Thankyou darling. Keep up the writing. I look forward to
reading some when I see you in a few weeks in London
“I will, Thankyou again Tom you have no idea how much it meant
to meet you, it was a pleasure”
“The pleasure was all mine darling” he leaned in and kissed
my cheek.
And with a smile on my face I waved goodbye and left. It
wasn’t until I got round the corner that I realised I had just met, held hands
and hugged the Tom Hiddleston. Oh my god!
Chapter 4
When I got home I put my bag in the hall went upstairs and
changed out of my jeans and put on my trackies and hoodie. I didn’t see why
when I was in the comfort of my own home I couldn’t just lounge in comfy
clothing, it wasn’t like anyone was coming round and I found it easier to
concentrate on paperwork and watch films when I was comfortable.
I went downstairs and got my phone out of my bag before
going in to the kitchen to boil the kettle. While the kettle was boiling I
typed out a text to Tom.
Hey Tom, just to let
you know I got home ok. It was a pleasure to meet you. Thankyou again-Emily x
I thought that was ok, not too fangirly just like texting an
old friend. Even though he wasn’t a friend, he was Tom freaking Hiddleston. I still can’t believe I met him just this
afternoon and I now have his number. I didn’t expect a reply straight away
or atall for that matter as I knew how busy he was and that he had to head back
to London
I was surprised when my phone bleeped a few minutes later
telling me I had a new message. I looked at the screen. 1 new message: Tom. Oh my
god. Tom Hiddleston just text me back! I opened the text. It read:
Hello Emily darling.
I`m glad that you got home safe. The pleasure was all mine my lady. I look
forward to seeing you again in a few weeks time. I hope you enjoy watching What
to Expect when you’re Expecting-it is a brilliant film. I look forward to
reading your review-Tom xx
I typed a quick reply not wanting to annoy him.
I look forward to it
too Tom. Just about to sit down and watch it with a cup of tea. Hope you get
back to London ok and enjoy Iceland
Once the kettle had boiled I poured the hot water into the
mug. While the tea was brewing I went into the living room and drew the
curtains. I had a thing about not being able to watch a film without having the
curtains drawn. I liked the full cinematic experience.
After the curtains were drawn I went back into the kitchen
and finished making the tea, grabbing a galaxy bar out of the fridge on my way
back to the living room. Who can watch a film without chocolate?
I put the tea and galaxy on the table as I set up the DVD. I
went and sat back down on the sofa getting comfortable and pressed play. Just
as the adverts started there was a knock at the door. Urgh that’s always the
way, everytime I get some time to myself I always get interrupted. Who could it
be anyway; it’s not like im expecting anyone. I checked the clock on the wall,
7pm it read. The only person that would come round at this time would be Amy
but id imagine she’s about half way to London
They knocked again.
I got up off the sofa, paused the film and went to see who
was at the door. I opened it and my mouth flew open. Tom stood there looking
even more handsome that he did this afternoon in the same blue shirt with his
famous leather jacket over the top, dark blue jeans and cowboy boots. He stood
there with a smile on his face and a bag of popcorn. Oh my god, Tom Hiddleston is at my door and im stood here, hair a mess
wearing grey trackies and a blue hoodie.
“Hello darling, do
you mind if I come in?” his smile grew wider.
“T…Tom” I stuttered “Erm sure” I stepped aside allowing him
to walk into the house.
“Forgive the intrusion dear but I didn’t want to wait another
two weeks to see you and it turned out that I haven’t got to go to Iceland
until Sunday afternoon to shoot again on Monday so I text Amy asking for your
address so I could surprise you and come and watch the movie with you. Is that
ok darling?”
I stood there in shock; I still couldn’t believe that Tom
Hiddleston was in my house asking to watch a movie with me.
“O...Ofcourse Tom that would be lovely. Oh how rude of me,
please come in and make yourself at home. Please excuse the state of me, I
wasn’t expecting company and prefer to be comfortable when watching a film but
now as I have company I’ll go and make myself, look atleast a bit presentable.”
I chuckled nervously.
“Nonsense darling, don’t go and change on my account, you
still look beautiful without make up and in your sweats.” I blushed.
I changed the subject quickly asking if Tom wanted a cup of
tea before settling down to watch the movie. He said yes and we both head into
the kitchen. I reboiled the kettle making him a cup of tea. He watches me
intently as I do so.
Once the tea was made we headed back in to the living room
where the film is paused on the adverts.
“You came round just in time, I had literally only just put
the DVD in” I smiled. He smiled back taking off his leather jacket and placing
it over the chair in the corner of the room before taking off his cowboy boots
and putting them under the table.
I stand in the middle of the room feeling weary as to what
to do. Just act normal. Bu...but Tom Hiddleston, the Thomas William Hiddleston,
who you’ve had a fangirl crush on since last year is here, in my house, in my
living room wanting to watch a film with me. Oh my god!
He must have read my thoughts because he sat down on the
sofa legs wide apart getting comfortable and asked if I was okay and to pretend
like he wasn’t there. Really Tom, how is
that possible when your for one, sitting like that and two sat there in that
blue shirt which us fangirls love. Just
kill me, kill me right now.
I gave in in the end and sat down and pressed play on the
movie pretending like he wasn’t there. Which was fine until his ehehe laugh
surrounded the room at a funny part of the movie. I couldn’t help but laugh too
his laugh is so infectious.
He watched me intently throughout most of the film. On more
than one occasion I had to tell him to keep his eyes on the screen rather than
the mess the other side of the sofa. He refused saying that he’d already seen
the film and no matter how much he enjoyed the film and watching the acting
talent in it, he would much prefer to stare at me because I was apparently much
more beautiful. Tom Hiddleston called me
beautiful! Again.
By the end of the movie, which I have to admit I didn’t
really concentrate on I found myself cuddled into his side with his hand around
my waist. Oh my god I`m cuddled up to Tom
Hiddleston watching a movie. It just felt so natural, as though it was
meant to happen. He smelled heavenly. I would never tire of his smell, a
mixture of mint, the cologne he was wearing and Tom.
As the credits had started rolling I got up out of the havan
of Tom`s arms and stopped the movie taking the DVD out of the player.
“What did you think darling?” he asked with a grin. He knew
fairly well I hadn’t been paying attention.
“You’ll have to wait to read my review” I said with a wink. Of the film, not being cuddled in Tom`s
arms. One thing was for sure, I knew I had to rewatch it to fully
appreciate it and write a decent review because I knew that if I was to write a
review now, it certainly wouldn’t be a review on the film, more about how
perfect Tom Hiddleston is.
Tom put his shoes and leather jacket back on before taking
his cup back out into the kitchen. I watched him intently knowing that the
evening was coming to an end which I really didn’t want. I insisted I could have taken the cup out to
the kitchen but he asked what kind of gentleman he would be if he didn’t. I
couldn’t argue with that.
Turning to face me he asked “Would it be ok to take you out
to dinner tomorrow evening before I travel to Iceland
“Ofcourse Tom, I’d like that very much. I smiled.
“As would I darling.” He came over to me planting a kiss on
my hand. “Although…” he looked embarrassed.
“Although what Tom? I asked with a matter of concern in my
eyes. He looked down at his shoes. I placed my hand on his chin making him look
at me, looking into those gorgeous blue eyes that pierced my soul.
“Although...” he sighed “I`m afraid I will have to let you
choose the restaurant we go to as I don’t know the area as well as you do” I
burst out laughing. He looked up at me a smile forming on his lips.
“Tom, really it’s not a problem I wasn’t expecting you to
take me out to dinner tomorrow I would have waited until London
He got down on one knee looking up at me. Oh my god, he’s doing it again, exactly what
he done this afternoon, down on one knee, in my kitchen. Oh my god, imagine if
this was our house and he was asking me to marry him. Stop that!
“Emily, my darling,
I sincerely apologise and promise that when you come to London
“Get up.” He got up smiling.
“Am I forgiven?” he pleaded with his eyes.
“Tom, there’s nothing to apologise for but if it makes you
feel better for me to say yes you’re forgiven, then yes you’re forgiven. I
laughed, he laughed too poking his tongue out before kissing me on the cheek
taking my arm and interlocking it with his to escort me to the door.
Once we were at the door he hugged me and kissed my hand.
“Until tomorrow my lady, I’ll pick you up at 7. Thankyou for allowing me to
come round and watch the film with you. I look forward to tomorrow evening,
good night my love, a thousand times good night.” I smiled when in reality he
had melted me to a puddle quoting Shakespeare and Romeo and Juliet to me.
“Goodnight Tom, sweet dreams I look forward to tomorrow
evening.
With that he was out the door walking into the night.
I went to bed happier than I had in ages that night,
dreaming of Tom and seeing him tomorrow night.
Chapter 6
Me and Chapter 5
The next morning I woke up with a smile on my face. I
couldn’t contain my happiness; Tom had that effect on me anyway but meeting him
yesterday and knowing that I was having dinner with him this evening made me
even more happy and excited.
Unfortunately however I couldn’t waste a whole day thinking
about my evening with Tom as there were jobs to be done. I text Amy seeing if
she settled in okay and that she was mean for not telling me that Tom was
coming over but saying that it turned out to be a lovely evening and that he
was taking me out again tonight.
I then had some breakfast and a cup of tea before setting
having a shower and getting on with the stack of paperwork I was dreading.
Once I got stuck in I was fine however and got it finished
within a couple of hours and sat down with yet another cup of tea (you could
tell I was British purely by the amount of tea and chocolate digestives I got
through) and What to Expect When You’re expecting for the second time that
weekend. I will get through this without
thinking about Tom, get my review done and see him this evening.
It was four pm by the time i`d watched the film. It was good
but not as good as I was expecting, no pun intended. I then sat down and wrote
my review not before reading the reply from Amy.
Hey Em, settled in
really well. It’s really nice and the gallery is absolutely breathtaking the
photos look amazing, can’t believe I have my own gallery of photos. Can’t wait
for you to see them. Haha I`m sorry but I knew how much you liked him and he
seemed to like you too by the way he couldn’t keep his eyes off you yesterday afternoon.
I’ll call you tomorrow for details and our weekly Downton chat as I can’t come
round and watch it with you. I miss you. Enjoy dinner. Amz xxx
After writing my review and emailing it to Paul, the editor
of the blog I phoned for a taxi to pick us up at five past 7, took a shower and
got ready for my dinner with Tom. I decided on a simple yet comfy dark blue
silky knee length dress with a black ribbon around the middle, my pink flats,
I never was one to wear heels, why cause
pain to your feet when you didn’t need to? mind you saying that these
particular shoes did cause me pain on a night out clubbing with the girls a few
months back but I wasn’t walking anywhere so I didn’t think it was that big of
a deal. I paired that with my black shrug and brown 50s style bag and decided
to have my hair down as I didn’t like it up as it reminded me of being back at
the office.
I had just finished applying my mascara when the doorbell
rang. I took one last look in the mirror before going downstairs to answer it.
Right on time. 7 on the dot. I opened
the door to the most beautiful sight, Tom stood there in a white shirt with the
sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a black waist coat and blue and black stripped
tie with black trousers and slacks. He looked like an angel.
“Good evening darling, you look absolutely beautiful” he
said kissing my cheek and presenting me with the most beautiful bunch of red
roses. I accepted them giving them a quick sniff before kissing his cheek.
“Thankyou Tom, they’re beautiful.” I smiled. “Come in while
I put these in a vase, the taxi is booked for five past 7 so it should be here
any minute.” I went into the kitchen and put them in a vase putting them on my
kitchen table. Tom stood in the hallway looking for the taxi.
It pulled up just as I had finished putting the vase on the
table. I came back into the hall. “Taxi’s here darling.” Tom said coming over
to me linking my arm through his. “Now my dear, allow me to escort you to the
taxi and to dinner.” I smiled “Thankyou kind sir” I giggled giving him a small
curtsey. He laughed throwing his head back ehehe “My lady, your chariot awaits”
he said holding the door of the taxi open for me to get in first. He joined me
a few seconds later, taking my hand in his across the seat.
Once we arrived at the restaurant Tom helped me out of the
taxi escorting me into the restaurant. It was a beautiful restaurant, a place
I’d come on numerous occasions throughout the years, a meal with my auntie for
my birthday, to celebrate my exam results with my mum, dad and nan, dinner with
Amy for a catch up and glass of wine. It was one of my favourite restaurants I
came to quite often. Quite and quaint a perfect place to have dinner with Tom
without him being noticed.
We got escorted to our seats Tom pulling the chair out for
me allowing me to sit before going round the opposite side of the table and
sitting down himself. What a gentleman.
The wine and conversation flowed throughout dinner with Tom
asking how my day was and about my writing, how I got into it etc and how I
found out about his work. Even though I knew quite a lot about him through
interviews it was nice to get to know Tom as Tom rather than Tom Hiddleston the
actor and I surprised myself by acting like a normal human being around him
rather than a fangirl, asking him about his family and what it was like living
in London
Our dinner arrived half through the topic of what it was
like for him growing up in London
The conversation slowed for a while as we enjoyed our meal
stealing glances at each other across the table but then picked up again when
music began playing quietly in the background.
“I love this song” I exclaimed. Tom smiled.
“What other music do you like?” he asked.
I continued to tell him about my taste in music saying that
I had a varied range of music on my iPod including some of his songs of the day
and that in a way I had him to thank for introducing me to new music and some of
my favourite songs including Mumford and Sons I will wait and Friday in Love by
The Cure. With the mention of Mumford and Sons I automatically thought of Carey
Mulligan and how she married Marcus Mumford of the band a few months back. Not
realising I had said it out loud he said “Carey is lovely, a good friend of
mine actually” he smiled. I swear my eyes popped out of my head! “You know Carey Mulligan oh my god I love
her” Ofcourse he does you idiot, he’s
English, she’s English, they’re both actors, what do you expect?” He chuckled at my excitement saying that he
could introduce me if I liked. At this I totally freaked out and excused myself
to go the ladies rooms before I completely made a fool of myself.
While in the bathroom I looked at myself in the mirror and
splashed my face with water before returning to the table. On returning to the
table I found that Tom had stood, waiting for me to return and that our plates
had been cleared. He came round to my side of the table pulling my chair back
out allowing me to sit. I apologised for how I acted saying I get a little too
excitable when my favourite actors of films are mentioned. He said not to worry
and that he thought it was cute. I smiled.
Just as Tom sat back down the waitress came over and asked if
we wanted dessert or coffee. Toms face lit up. I knew from his interviews that
desert was his favourite part of the meal and that he loved his pudding and I
knew exactly what he was going to order. “Now who’s turn is it to get excited?”
I asked laughing.
“Ehehe I cant help it
if I like my pudding!”
Our menus were once again handed back to us to choose our
deserts. I took one look at the menu and knew exactly what he was going to
order. Baked Cheesecake. I looked at him and laughed both reciting what he was
going to have at the same time. We both were in fits of giggles at this. “You
have done your research” he laughed. “Bless you. What will you have?”
“I think I’ll have the cheesecake too.” He smiled.
The waitress came over and took our order and when he
recited the order I looked at him and giggled. He looked at me out of the
corner of his eye trying not to laugh. Once the waitress had gone he turned to
me and we were in fits of giggles again.
Once we had calmed down he asked me about my favourite films
I mentioned how much I loved Moulin Rouge, Atonement and Breakfast at Tiffany’s
ofcourse all of his works, especially Midnight in Paris. I also told him about
my love for Keira Knightley, James McAvoy, Audrey Hepburn and ofcourse him. I
asked him about his favourite films and what it was like working with all the
amazing actors and directors he had gotten to work with and that he was excited
to go back to playing Loki again. I listened contently; I loved hearing him
talk about how much he loves acting and the character he plays. Especially
Loki, he’s like a little kid at Christmas when he talks about Loki and a
fanboy. Bless him he’s so cute.
Our pudding arrived just when he was telling me what it was
like working with Owen Wilson on Midnight in Paris and he done his impression
which had me in fits of giggles and admiring his talent. Was there anything
this man couldn’t do?
We finished our deserts enjoying more conversation. Once we
finished our meal Tom excused himself to the men’s room while the waitress came
and cleared our plates and put the bill on the table. I went to look at how
much it cost and to pay but before I could look Tom came back from the men’s
room and up behind me taking the bill out of my hand. “Don’t even think about
it darling, the gentleman always pays” I raised my eyes and said that I didn’t
mind as he paid for the taxi and I chose the restaurant.
In the end he had to take bag away from me so I couldn’t
pay. Once I’d agreed he came back round to my side of the table took my coat
off the chair and holding it out to me allowing me to put my arms in. As I done
up my coat he handed me back my bag and kissed me on the cheek taking my arm
and lacing it through his to escort me out of the restaurant.
As it was a nice evening we decided to walk back as Tom said
it didn’t seem that far and that he could do with the fresh air to clear the
alcohol out of his system. He took hold of my hand interlacing his fingers with
mine. I loved his big hands with his long slender fingers, and mine fit
perfectly into his.
When we got back to the house he walked me to my door and
bid me good night by kissing me on the lips. The kiss got pretty heated after a
while his hands having moved to my waist and his tongue asking permission with
I allowed. My hands found their way to his hair running through his gorgeous
blonde locks.
He pulled away after a while putting his head against mine
catching his breath, apologising for getting carried away. I asked him if he
wanted to come in but he said if he did he’d cross the line of being a
gentleman. I gave him another kiss which he stopped pretty quickly saying that
he didn’t want to rush things. I agreed even though a little part of me wanted
him to come in and see where it led. He thanked me for a lovely evening gave me
another kiss and said that he couldn’t wait to see me again before walking out
of the gate and turning to give me one last smile and yet another Shakespeare
quote, this time in the role of Henry V and the proposal scene between Henry
and Catherine. “Your have witchcraft in your lips my lady” I chuckled bidding
him goodnight and watching him walk down the road.
I woke up at around 10 the following morning with two texts,
one from Tom and one from Amy.
Good morning darling. I trust you slept well.
Thankyou for a lovely evening last night my dear, sorry if I pushed you too far
or rushed you in any way. I leave for Iceland
Hope you had a great
night last night. Can’t wait for details. I’ll call you later. Amz xxx
I typed quick replies back.
Morning Tom. I did
Thankyou, hope you slept well too, not sure if it was the wine or that kiss ;)
ehehe. You really are rubbing off on me, now I`m even laughing like you.
Thankyou for a great even last night and for your company. You didn’t push me
too far Tom, if anything I wanted you to push it further. Enjoy Iceland Ems xxx
I did. Shall spill
all later. Call me at half 10 as got an hour and a half ep tonight. Love. Ems xxx
Once id sent them I got in the shower and got dressed and
had a bit of tidy up around the house, sent a few emails and had a lounged day
counting down the time till Downton Abbey. Tom text a few hours later.
I did Thankyou my
dear. Im sorry, I tend to have that effect on people ehehe. Maybe next time I
will ;). I can’t promise that darling, I am Loki the God of Mischief, burdened
with glorious purpose. J
- T xxx
I checked the time 3 o clock. Tom would be on the plane by
now so I waited until he text me.
I sat down with a book to waste time before Sunday night TV
which started with the X Factor results, a load of rubbish really but there was
nothing else on and I only watched it because it was on the same channel as
Downton Abbey.
9 o clock soon rolled round, a time of night that I loved
and hated on a Sunday, I loved it because I could escape for an hour into the
1920s but hated it because I meant I had to get up for work the next morning.
Amy rung at half 10 as promised. She used to come round and
watch Downton Abbey with me so it was a little weird speaking to her on the
phone than he sitting right next to me. She demanded to know the details about
last night which I told her everything, even the kiss.
“OH MY GOD, HE KISSED YOU!” she practically shouted down the
phone. I laughed and continued to tell her everything, about how soft his lips
were and how much of he gentleman he was stopping it even if I did want to
continue and see where it lead. We then went on to our normal topics discussing
her art gallery and the latest happenings of the Crawley
household of Downton Abbey. She sounded
so happy bless her. I was so proud of her.
Work was no different to how it always was, sat at my desk
doing paperwork letting my mind wonder to Tom as it often did, just in a
different way as id now actually met him. I still carried on with my reviews
and text Tom everytime I got a new DVD sent to me.
He seemed to be enjoying Iceland
texting me here and there letting me know that he was ok and that he was having
fun, he also sent me a picture of him outside a café that said Loki and kept
his promise and text me when he landed saying he had a surprise for me when I
came to London
The two weeks flew by and I soon found myself getting on a
train to London
Amy rang the following Sunday to talk more about wedding
plans than anything else. She asked when I was seeing Tom again so we could
arrange wedding plans around me seeing him.
Tom…Tom…I got butterflies just thinking about seeing him
again. The fangirl in me was freaking out. I really like him and I assumed by
the way he kissed me that night he took me out to dinner and texting me saying
how he couldn’t wait to see me and about the surprise he had for me that he was
as excited to see me as I was him.
Me and Amy had always loved London, going up to shop in
Oxford Street, seeing shows and sightseeing.Id never stayed in London longer
than a day so I was excited to experience different parts of the city.
Amy had been up to London London
A few hours later I arrived in London
True to her word there she was in her jeans, white shirt and
black blazer, hair tied up in a messy bun on the top of her head. She’d just
finished work by the looks of things. As soon as she saw me she came running up
to me practically knocking me to the floor in a hug.
“Hey Amz” I said hugging her back. After a tight Amy hug we
pulled apart.
“Oh look, now you’ve crumpled my blazer” she exclaimed
laughing.
“Haha, Im sorry, but two weeks without not having an Amy hug
and seeing you was horrible.” I stroked the blazer. “Sorry blazer” I said
laughing.
She grabbed my hand linking her arm with mine as we went and
got on the tube. I loved getting the tube; most people hated it always saying
how busy it was. I saw it as a place to people watch, lots of different people,
business men in their suits reading that days edition of `The Evening
Standard`, families with the children spending the day in London sightseeing,
groups of teenage girls with Primark bags who had obviously used Primark to
their advantage. This was one of the reasons I loved London
I could really see myself living here getting soaked up in
the atmosphere and although I missed Amy being at home in Dover
Getting off the tube I found a text from Tom. My heart
stopped. Apparently I stopped walking to the exit in the process as groups of
men in suits and families carrying luggage pushed past me and Amy came back
asking me what was wrong.
“I just got a text from Tom” I stuttered. Even though I had
been texting him quite a lot I still got a shock when I saw his name appear on
my phone.
“And? What does it say?” I pressed the read button.
Hello darling hope
you got to London
I typed a quick reply:
Hi Tom. Arrived in London Ems
xxx
I passed the phone to Amy once I replied letting her read
the text.
“I know what it is, I know what it is!” she exclaimed
jumping up and down. Aww I loved how Amy
still got excited about the littlest things, always jumping up and down or
clapping her hands together like a seal. She may be twenty five but she’s still
a kid at heart. Bless her.
“What is it? How do you know? Will she please tell me so I
know what to wear atleast?” I begged. I didn’t like not being prepared for
things. I was always a planner. I wished I was more spontaneous at times, I was
hoping this trip would make me more spontaneous if anything.
Before she could reply my phone beeped with a new text from
Tom. Amy passed the phone back to me.
Glad you got her safe
my dear. I`m afraid you’re going to have to wait one more day, all you need to
know is that you are going to love it darling, atleast I hope you will. As to
what to wear, you look beautiful in anything but for this occasion casual wear
will be fine love. I look forward to it. Until tomorrow my lady-Tom xxx
“Great, neither of you are giving anything away” I moaned.
“It’s not fair, why wont neither of you tell me?” I exclaimed.
“Because Tom wants it to be a surprise. It’ll be worth it,
you’ll love it, trust me.”
And with that the subject was dropped.
Once we got to Amy’s she showed me around the house I then
went and unpacked while she made us both a cup of tea before spent the rest of
the day and evening lounging around in our pjs, ordered Chinese, caught up with
an episode of Gossip Girl on in the background. Just like old times. In the
back of my mind however I couldn’t help wondering what Tom had planned for tomorrow.
Chapter 7
I awoke early the next morning, bright and early at 8am.
Today was the day. I was going on a date with Tom Hiddleston if you could call
it a date. Although we had kissed and stolen odd glances at each other here and
there. Does that mean were going out? Me going out with Tom Hiddleston. Tom
Hiddleston as my boyfriend. Oh my god oh
my god oh my god! I guess I’ll find out sooner or later.
I put on my hoodie and headed downstairs to make myself a
cup of tea. I found a note from Amy next to the kettle:
Morning Em,
Sorry got called into
the gallery for work. Enjoy your day with Tom and me and Jay will meet up with
you and Tom later for dinner.
Enjoy!
Amz
Xoxo
I filled the kettle waiting for it to boil placing milk and
a teabag into a mug. I couldn’t help my mind wondering back to that night with
Tom when he took me out to dinner and kissed me, rather passionately if I do
say so myself. It made me wonder what he meant at the end of the night that if
he came in he would have crossed the line of being a gentleman. Hmm I wonder what that would have meant
what it would have been like to do more than kiss him and run my hands through
his hair, trailing kisses down his perfect neck. Stop that right now! He
probably doesn’t think of you in that way. I was pulled out of my thoughts
by the kettle boiling. I poured the water into the mug and let it stew; adding
two sugars once it was made.
After I drunk my tea I went upstairs and had a quick shower
before deciding on what to wear. Tom said to dress casual, what the hell is casual? Jeans with a nice top? As it was beginning
to get cold out I finally settled on my jeans from Topshop, my I love Wendy t
shirt (hoping to god that I wouldn’t have to take off and if I did, that he’d
laugh) and my dark red Primark jumper with black boots, my leopard print scarf
and black flyer jacket.
Just as I was putting the finishing touches to my makeup, a
little mascara and lip-gloss there was a knock at the door. I looked at my
watch dead on 10. Never late bless him.
As soon as I heard the knock on the door my heart leapt out
of my chest. Oh my god Tom Hiddleston is
here to take me out. Okay just breathe.
Once I composed myself I ran downstairs checked I looked ok
in the mirror in the hall and opened the door to the most beautiful sight.
Tom stood there in a pair of dark jeans his cowboy boots and
that grey see through t shirt and leather jacket that made all us fangirls swoon,
including myself. His hair was a browny blonde, a few curls here and there
compared to when I last saw him a few weeks ago when it was completely blonde
and really curly. I swear he was an angel.
“Hello darling, ready to go?” he asked. I nodded stepping
out of the house closing the door behind me. He kissed both of my cheeks and
took my hand putting it in the crook of his arm leading me out of the house and
onto the busy streets of London
“You look lovely darling” he stated kissing my cheek. “It’s
so good to see you” he smiled. “Now would it be ok if we walk, it’s just I
wanted to show you the sights and they’re awfully close together. We will
however get a taxi to where were going later would that be ok?”
I laughed at his sincerity. Such a gentleman. “Ofcourse Tom,
there’s nothing better than walking around London
“Ofcourse not Tom, not at all, I always like to plan things
in advance, although sometimes I wish I was more spontaneous. He stopped walking;
I looked up at him as he looked down into my eyes. “Nonsense, darling, it
doesn’t hurt to plan things, although in my profession everything is always
planned and Luke just tells me where I need to be and at what time”. He
continued walking offering me his arm again. I took it and we continued
walking.
“That must be hard” I asked
“It is, sometimes.” He took a breath before continuing.
“Sometimes I just wish I could plan things for myself you know? Rather than
having them planned for me.” I thought a saw a hint of sadness in his eyes but
it was gone as soon as it came and he continued with a big smile on his face.
“But this is why getting to plan my day with you was lovely”. I smiled. He
stopped again taking both of my hands in his.
“I’ve been looking forward to this for ages, seeing you
again, surprising you, and having you back on my arm. I really like you, Emily;
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you”. My heart swelled. I smiled. Did Tom Hiddleston really just say that he
liked me and hasn’t been able to stop thinking about me? Oh my god!
I looked up into his eyes, his big beautiful blue eyes
showing so much love. Oh how beautiful he is. I removed one of my hands from
his and placed it on his cheek running my hand up and down his stubbly chin. So
smooth. I always loved stubble, especially his. He moved the side of his face
into my hand so it was rubbing up against my hand and kissed me palm.
I looked into his eyes and replied “Ive been looking forward
to this too Tom. I really like spending time with you.
All of a sudden his lips were on mine, a soft, sweet and
gentle kiss which showed so much passion. He tasted of mint. I longed for him
and by the way his kisses were getting more passionate he longer for me, too.
He all of a sudden pulled away. I moaned at the loss of
contact. He put his forehead against mine catching his breath.
“I`m so sorry darling I got a bit carried away, if I hadn’t
have stopped I would have taken you back to Amy’s and made love to you right
there and then but I don’t want to rush things with you and mess this up as I
really like you and want to enjoy today” I smiled giving him a quick kiss on
the lips.
“You’re right; I don’t want to rush things either.” I
replied. He took my left hand putting it back in the crook of his arm and
continued walking. He smiled. “Now then, back to the plan. How does a bit of
sightseeing before a spot of lunch and then your surprise sound my dear?”
“Perfect” I smiled. “Although anything sounds perfect with
you” I blushed. “Will you please tell me my surprise now?” He took my left hand
out of the crook of his arm interlacing my fingers with his and continued
walking.
We stole a few glances and smiles at each other whilst I
waited for an answer as to what my surprise was. He looked over at me winked
bringing my hand to his lips and kissing the back of it. “Patience darling,
you’ll find out soon enough. I better
have the suspense is killing me.
We continued walking and exploring the beautiful city that
is London
Tom seemed to enjoy it too buying a copy of his favourite
Shakespeare play, Henry V. I asked him why he wanted a pocket copy when I
assumed he had a regular copy at home but he replied “So I can quote my
favourite scenes to you ofcourse darling, especially the scenes between Henry
and Catherine” before winking at me and giving me a chaste kiss on the lips and
taking my hand and taking me to Piccadilly Circus, a place I hadn’t been before
and which Tom claimed was better at night because it was all lit up.
We then took a stroll to Covent Garden, my favourite place
in London
I laughed when Tom dragged me into the Disney Shop in Covent
Garden claiming that you were never too old for Disney, saying that he had to
go and `avenge` Thor. He walked in and went straight over to the Avengers part
of the store finding a Loki and Thor figure making them pretend to fight, Tom
really got into the role of Loki repeating the `I am Loki of Asgard and I am burdened
with glorious purpose line`. I was in fits of giggles. I just had to capture
this moment and pulled out my camera snapping a picture. Tom then grabbed the
camera from me taking a picture of me before taking some of me and him in
different poses. Us smiling, him kissing my cheek and sticking our tongues out.
I then went over to the Winnie the Pooh section of the store
grabbing an Eeyore from the shelf. Eeyore was always my favourite character. I
hugged him and Tom snapped a picture and said that he and I were too cute to
stay there and insisted that he buy it for me along with a Loki and Thor figure
to give to Chris as a joke. I tried to argue with him saying that I could pay
for it and that I didn’t need it as I had an Eeyore at home I got from
Disneyland Florida when I was ten but he was having none of it claiming that
`you can never have too many Eeyore`s`. He’s so cute. A kid at heart, bless
him.
After about an hour we finally dragged ourselves away from
the Disney store with Tom saying that we had to eat now if we wanted to get
there in time as he wasn’t sure how long we’d be there.
Tom said there was a nice Italian restaurant close by that
done the best spaghetti bologonse ever and asked if I wanted to eat there.
“How did you know Italian food, Spaghetti Bolognese in
particular is my favourite?” Tom just tapped his nose as if to say `aah I know
more than you think`. He took my hand for the gasillionth time that day to
which I didn’t mind as I loved the way his hands fit in mine and escorted me to
the restaurant where we enjoyed a content spaghetti bologonse lunch discussing
his filming in Iceland and my work and writing, him still claiming he wanted to
see some of my writing which I replied that he could if he came back to Amy’s
later he could. He smirked at this. I blushed knowing exactly what he was
thinking.
After we’d eaten and Tom had insisted on paying as he
promised when he took me to dinner and infact paying for everything throughout
the day as he said that today was my day and that it isn’t everyday he gets to
surprise and treat a beautiful women like me. I smiled at this. He really is so
sweet.
We hailed a taxi from Convent Garden Tom telling the
destination to the driver without me hearing. I was excited yet nervous at the
same time. I’d been waiting to see what the surprise was for weeks and now I
was about to find out. Tom took my hand and smiled at me. I think he was
nervous too hoping that id like it. We rode in silence stealing casual glances
at each other and looking out at the streets of London
About half an hour later the taxi pulled up outside our
destination. Tom paid the driver and told me to close my eyes. He got out of
the taxi first taking my hand to help me out. The taxi drove off and Tom came
up behind me putting his hands on my waist and whispering in my ear “You can
open your eyes now darling. I opened my eyes and was met with the sign of the
V&A. I then saw the Hollywood costume
poster with the picture of Judy Garland as Dorothy in her blue checkered dress
and red shoes and my face lit up. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, Tom” I kept
repeating. Tom laughed ehehe. “Surprise darling.” He said coming round to face
me. “When I first took you out to dinner and saw how passionate you were about
film and when I found out that they were doing this exhibition I had to take
you. Surprised?” Words just wouldn’t form. I was speechless. Tom looked at me
weary, “Darling are you ok? This is a good surprise isn’t it? I just kept
looking at the poster. I’d read up on it and almost went and reviewed it for
the blog. I was so glad I didn’t. I turned to Tom with a huge smile on my face.
“Oh my god, Tom, this is amazing. I pulled him into a tight hug. “Ehehe we
haven’t even entered yet darling” he said hugging me back, kissing me on the
cheek and taking my arm before asking “Shall we, my dear?” I took his arm with
a huge smile on my face before replying. “We shall”.
Chapter 8
Tom led me in through the double doors of the museum
following the signs for the Hollywood Costume exhibition. I let go of his arm
taking in my surroundings. Oh my god, Tom
Hiddleston has brought me here! Tom realised I let go of his arm and
stopped walking looking at me. I stood still taking in the beautiful scenery.
The V&A was a beautiful old building with a beautiful
ceiling and floor decorated with tiles decorated in the shape of flowers. I
felt like Elizabeth Bennett when she walks into Mr Darcy’s house in Pemberley,
it was absolutely breathtaking. I couldn’t quite believe it. The museum was
split into different sections with different exhibitions including an
exhibition on ballroom gowns. It was also split into different countries with
statues and certain pieces iconic to each country.
“You ok there darling?” Tom asked.
“This is absolutely breathtaking Tom, Thankyou so much” he
chuckled “We haven’t even got into the exhibition yet darling”. He smiled then
looked at his watch. “I don’t mean to rush you love but were booked for the exhibition
at half past two and its now two fifteen.”
“Oh…right…sorry” I stuttered.
“That’s quite alright darling, come on” he held his hand out
with a smile. I took it smiling back.
We continued to walk down the museum corridors following the
signs for the Hollywood Costume exhibition. As we were nearing the exhibition a
few young girls came up and asked Tom to sign pieces of paper and take photos
with them, which he gladly agreed to. He let go of my hand to sign his
autograph. They smiled at me but in my head I knew they were wondering who I
was.
Once they were happy Tom took my hand again apologising and
continuing on our way to the exhibition.
A few minutes later we were stood in a dark corridor with
more Hollywood costume posters everywhere. A
stewardess came over dressed in black trousers, a white shirt, black tie and
blazer with her blonde hair tied into a ponytail.
“Ah, Mr Hiddleston, everything is set up for you, enjoy the
exhibition”
“Thankyou Marie” Tom replied. I smiled at her, she smiled
back.
“Ready darling?” Tom asked looking at me with a big smile on
his face. I smiled back nodding and as Tom opened the doors to the exhibition I
couldn’t quite believe my eyes.
I was expecting the room to be filled with people all
looking at the exhibition but it was disserted. I looked at Tom. “I didn’t
think you could really appreciate it if there were loads of other people here
so I booked it just for you to really take in the experience and enjoy” I
smiled hugging him. “Thankyou Tom”.
The room was dark with dim Hollywood
lights and elegant music that just fit with the exhibition.
Walking in a montage of film clips from all different films
were shown. Immediately I felt tears form in my eyes. Don’t let Tom see you cry, don’t let Tom see you cry! I didn’t
quite realise how much the world of film and cinema meant to me until that
moment and being here with Tom made it even more special.
Seeing all these costumes worn by some of the most famous
actors and actresses in film was absolutely mind blowing. You don’t quite
realise how much of an importance costume is in making a film until seeing it
at something like this.
Tom looked over at me concerned as a few tears rolled down
my face. Tom wiped them away with his thumb “Oh darling, I didn’t mean to make
you cry, I thought you’d like it, im so sorry” Tom looked down at his shoes. I
cupped his face in my hands begging for him to look at me.”Tom, look at me”
when he finally did his eyes looked right into my soul.
“Thomas William Hiddleston you apologise for a lot of things
and this certainly isn’t one of them. They’re happy tears”. He smiled at this.
“Im absolutely overwhelmed, I didn’t quite realise how much film actually meant
to me until now, and you have no idea. I can’t Thankyou enough Tom.” A few more
tears rolled down my cheeks. Tom wiped them away leaning in for a kiss. I
kissed him back with as much love and passion as I could muster. When we pulled
away he kissed my hand taking me by the arm and escorting me round the
exhibition.
The first part of the exhibition displayed costumes from
films such as Gone with the Wind including the green dress Scarlett O Hara
wore, the jacket Matt Damon wore in the Bourne films and the period costumes
worn by Cate Blanchett in Elizabeth
Getting up from bowing Tom put his hands on my waist and in
return I put my hands around his neck before he began his monologue.
But soft what light
through yonder window breaks
It is the east and
Emily is the sun
Praise fair sun and
kiss the envious moon
Who is already sick
and pale with grief.
It is my lady, o it
is my love
O that she knew she
were
Oh my god Tom
Hiddleston is quoting Romeo and Juliet to me. With Romeo and Juliet being
my favourite Shakespeare play and having learnt it in school I recited the next
few lines.
O Tom, Tom wherefore
out though Tom. He laughed poking his tongue out. I raised my eyebrows at
him before finishing my monologue ignoring the cute look on his face.
Deny thy father and refuse
they name
Or at thou wilt not,
be but sworn my love
And I’ll no longer be
a Capulet.
At this Tom caught my lips with his smiling into the kiss.
Tom pulled away and once again took my hand. I love how his hands fit in mine,
id never tire of holding them, his long slender fingers wrapped around my hand.
The second part of the exhibition included sections
dedicated to certain actors and the costumes they wore particular films
including Meryl Streep and the costumes she wore in Mamma Mia, The Iron Lady
and Out of Africa aswell as one of the costumes Johnny Depp wore in Sweeney
Todd and the red dress Keira Knightley wore in Anna Karenina.
I stood there in shock, I still couldn’t believe I was
here-I said to Tom that he should have had a section in here but he said that
he wasn’t as famous as these amazing actors. It broke my heart to hear him say
such a thing. I couldn’t quite believe what I was hearing. Here was the man who
was so inspirational, so humble, such a talented actor that deserved all the Oscars
and awards and has worked with the likes of Steven Spielberg and Woody Allen
and saying that he wasn’t famous enough. He really has no idea how talented he
is. It breaks my heart.
Walking into the final part of the exhibition my eyes
automatically filled with tears again. As soon as I turned the corner and saw
the little black dress Audrey Hepburn wore in Breakfast at Tiffany’s my hand
flew to my mouth trying to stifle the tears that fell. Audrey was one of the
many famous actresses I admired and seeing that dress, that famous black dress
she wore throughout Breakfast at Tiffany’s and the dress I tried to recreate
for my eighteenth birthday the emotion just got to me.
It got to me even more when I saw the feather dress Nicole
Kidman wore in Moulin Rouge and the green dress Keira Knightley wore in
Atonement I just completely lost it. Tom saw how much it meant to me purely by
the way my eyes shone and how much my face lit up. I soon found myself wrapped
up in his embrace his strong arms around me.
The tears kept on flowing making his leather jacket and grey
t shirt wet. I pulled away after a while. “I`m so sorry, Tom you seem to see me
cry a lot I feel so silly and look ive got your jacket and t shirt all wet”.
He looked right into my wet eyes seeing into my soul holding
my face in his hands and wiping the last few tears away with his thumb.
“Darling no. I will not have you apologise for being as
passionate as you are about the best thing in the world. This is why I do what
I do, why I`m an actor, because I enjoy, like many other actors to see the
audiences reactions and how much of an effect characters and the story have on
them. You getting upset and emotional just shows your passion and how much film
means to you darling so I will not have you apologising ok?”
I smiled looking back into his eyes. “I’ve always loved film
but even more so since I discovered your work, Tom, you have no idea how much
of an inspiration you are, not just to me but to loads of other fans and
people. You’re absolutely amazing Tom” he kissed my palm.
“Bless you for saying that my darling, you have absolutely
no idea how much it means to me to be told that, its people like you and
comments like those that make me want to continue acting, so Thankyou so much
darling”. I stroked his cheek. He smiled kissing my hand and putting it through
his arm.
“Come my lady, we still have the last past to look around”.
Also included in the exhibition were the pink suit Reese
Witherspoon wore in Legally Blonde, the yellow dress Kate Hudson wore as Andie
Anderson in How to loose a guy in 10 days plus the checkered dress Judy Garland
wore in order to portray Dorothy.
Ofcourse you cant forget the white dress made famous by
Marilyn Monroe in Some like it Hot and the tux worn by Daniel Craig in Casino
Royale which Tom got a excited about with him being a huge bond fan. Quoting
the famous “Im Bond, James Bond”. I laughed saying “No, you’re Hiddleston, Tom
Hiddleston.”
“I can’t wait to see you in you’re tux. You know some of
your fans have photoshopped pictures of you as Bond” I said casually regretting
it as soon as I said it.
“Ooohh Really?” he said with a smirk.
“I can’t wait to see you in you’re tux I repeated again.”
“For your eyes only ehehe” this got us both in fits of
giggles before Tom turned serious again and saying “And I cant wait to see you
in your dress darling, you always look beautiful but you’ll look even more
beautiful in your bridesmaids dress” I smiled taking one last look around the
room before going back to reality.
Tom led me out of the exhibition and into the gift shop
where I took yet more photos. I swear I was getting more and more like Amy with
the whole taking photos everywhere I went. There was no way I couldn’t not take
photos of this amazing day and my time in London
I insisted that Tom let me pay for the book as he surprised
me with today. He agreed with hesitation.
Once id bought the book and finished taking photos we went
and got a cup of tea from the catering stand in the gardens.
I found a text from Amy whilst waiting for our teas that
asked if I had a good time and if me and Tom wanted to meet up with her and Jay
for dinner. I asked Tom and he said that would be nice. I text Amy back asking
where to meet her and at what time before following Tom over to a table to sit
and drink our tea.
We sat in silence for a while smiling at each other taking
in the scenery of the gardens and what we had just experienced.
I started the conversation first. “I don’t know how to
Thankyou for today Tom, I really don’t. It was absolutely incredible and just
saying Thankyou really isn’t enough. It was a pleasure to meet you a few weeks
ago, I didn’t think Id ever get to meet you and when I saw you at Amy’s I had
to do a double to take to really believe it was you. I didn’t think id get to
meet you let alone you come round and watch a film with me the same day and
take me out to dinner the following evening and now im sat here with you
drinking tea at the V&A after you’ve just taken me to see some of the most
beautiful film costumes in the world. I mean yeah, im a huge fan of yours and
still am but having gotten to know you as just Tom, rather than Tom Hiddleston
the actor was so much nicer and meant so much more to me. you’re absolutely
lovely to your fans but it was just so lovely to spend the day with you, as
you, if that makes sense?” I took a breath and a sip of my tea before
continuing. “You really are so lovely, so kind hearted and absolutely gorgeous
I cant even put into words how honoured I feel to have spent the day with you
and gotten to know you.” he smiled standing up and coming to kneel down infront
of my so he could look into my eyes.
“As I said to you when I first met you back at Amy’s a few
weeks ago, the pleasure is entirely mine my darling. As I said that’s part of
the reason I enjoy what I do and if it wasn’t for the fans I wouldn’t be where
I am today. But you, darling, I don’t see you as my fan, I see you as a
friend…erm more than a friend actually…” he looked down at his shoes. I put my
hand on his shoulder. “Tom, Tom look at me, what do you mean `more than a
friend`? I had a pretty good idea I just wanted to see what he said.
He finally looked at me and continued. “Emily, darling, I
know ive only known you a few weeks but I really really like you and im not
just saying that because Amy is getting married and you’re the maid of honour
and I`m Jay’s best man and the maid of honour and best man are meant to cop off
with each other.” He laughed nervously. “I genuinely want you on my arm at the
wedding not just as my date but…as my girlfriend”. Oh my god what. Tom Hiddleston wants me to be his girlfriend??
“T…Tom” he cut me
off before I could say anything.
“I know we haven’t known each other that long and that we
barely know each other but I would really like to get to know you, everything
about you and if you would give me this chance and let me prove to you that I
will treat you right then I promise I will take things as slow as you like. I
just really enjoy spending time with you and kissing you and if you give me a chance
to prove my feelings to you I promise I will make you as happy as I possibly
can. What do you say?” he got down on one knee “Emily, my lady, my darling will
you do me the honour of being my girlfriend?” Oh my god oh my god oh my god Tom Hiddleston, THE Thomas William
Hiddleston has just asked me to be his girlfriend!!!
“Darling?” he looked up into my eyes.
“Yes, Tom, Yes” I whispered leaning in and kissing him with
as much passion I could. It wasn’t long before he was kissing me back, our
tongues and teeth battling with each other. He pulled away after what felt like
a few minutes but what felt like forever. I moaned at the loss of contact.
“Can I just stay attached to your lips forever?” I asked. He
laughed throwing his head back and sticking his tongue out. Ehehe.
“As much as Id like to kiss you for the rest of the day
darling we’ve got to go and meet Jay and Amy for dinner” Tom said.
He gave me one last kiss before getting up off the ground
and offering me his hand. “My lady”
“Why Thankyou my love” I smiled. I know id only known him
for a few weeks but it just felt right, as though id known him forever. So
natural. I means yes, I was still a fan but knowing Tom as just Tom was so much
better.
He took hold of my hand and led me back through the museum
out the exit and back onto the busy streets of London
This was going to be a perfect evening to the end of a
perfect day, dinner with my best friend, her fiancée and my boyfriend, Tom
Hiddleston. Wow that was going to take a bit of getting used to.
Chapter 9
The taxi soon pulled up outside The Ivy, a restaurant just
off Covent Garden next to the Ivy Club,
attached to the restaurant and opposite the mousetrap theatre. How I hadn’t
noticed it this morning I had no idea.
By the way the doorman stood outside dressed in a suit and
hat I could tell it was posh and I couldn’t help but wonder if I was too
underdressed to eat in here, Tom insisted that I wasn’t as he said people often
came here after or before a trip to the theatre, but even then I thought you’d
dress up more formally than I was dressed for a trip to the theatre, I would
have done anyway, but then again I was one who enjoyed dressing up and did at
any chance given.
Tom helped me out of the taxi taking my hand and giving me a
kiss on the cheek before putting his hand around my waist and guiding me towards
the doors of the restaurant.
As we neared the restaurant cameras and microphones were
flashed in our direction and journalists and photographs called Tom`s name.
“Tom…Tom”
“Tom is this your girlfriend”Tom...Tom”
Tom`s grip on my waist tightened and he pulled me close
whispering in my ear that he was sorry, that he’d sort it and to go inside and
find Amy and Jay and that he would be there soon. He let go of my waist and
approached the journalists and photographers whilst I headed to the door of the
restaurant.
“Good Evening, Miss” said the doorman. I gave a weary smile
and looked back at Tom one last time; he was smiling his million dollar smile
and posing for photographs. I smiled to myself before taking a deep breath and
walking into the restaurant in search of Amy and Jay.
The Ivy was beautiful. Very posh. I could see why there were
so many paparazzi outside as it looked like a restaurant many famous
celebrities would come to.
Whilst looking for Amy and Jay I couldn’t help but take in
my surroundings. Big silver chandeliers hung from the ceiling whilst red canvases
with silver glitter patterns contrasted the chocolate brown paint on the walls.
Each table was sectioned off with a thick stained glass
window allowing people enough privacy so conversations couldn’t be overheard
but painted so you could still see through and see when your food arrived. The
tables were each decorated with thick white table cloths and a vase which
contained a single red rose.
I soon found Amy and Jay snuggled together in a booth at the
back of the restaurant. Ah young love. I guess it was to be expected as they
were to be married by the end of the year. Another excuse for me to dress up! I
approached the booth with a goofy grin on my face.
“Hey guys” I said taking a seat closest to the stain glass
window opposite Amy so Tom could sit next to me once he joined us and sit
opposite Jay.
“Someone’s happy” Jay smiled.
“Guessing you had an amazing day” Amy continued.
“Oh my god, you have no idea, it was beyond AMAZING!”
“Told you you’d like it” Amy winked. “I know you better than
you think” she smiled.
“You do indeed”
“Where’s Tom” Jay asked.
“Oh, he got caught by the paparazzi. It was really weird
having cameras shoved in my face. Guess its something I’ll have to get used to”
“Why might that be?” Amy asked with a wink. Just then Tom approached
the table out of breath. He saved my back; I wasn’t going to tell her when Jay
or anyone else in the restaurant could overhear us. His face lit up when he saw
me showing his pearly whites. I smiled back as he came over to the table.
“You okay, mate?”
“Yeah, Jay, im fine thanks mate, just got caught by the
paps. Cheers for choosing a restaurant which wouldn’t keep me low key.” Tom
laughed at his joke. “Ehehe.” Once he`d finished laughing he continued. “Yeah,
cheers, Jay, much appreciated” Tom said
sarcastically shrugging off his leather jacket and putting it over his chair
before taking a seat next to me and kissing me on my cheek.
“Sorry about that, darling” Tom apologised taking my hand in
his under the table.
“That’s okay, Tom, please don’t apologise. What did you tell
them?” I asked.
“I just said that you were my friend who is in town visiting
and that we were having dinner. Nothing more. They then dropped it and asked
about my next project and that was the end of that.” he leaned in to continue
so only I could hear “I didn’t want to say that we were a couple until you were
comfortable with it or until we had discussed it first” I smiled and nodded.
Jay noticed that we were whispering in the corner and asked
what we were talking about.
“Nothing, I’ll tell you later, mate. So how was your day”
Tom replied trying his best to avoid the conversation that me and Tom were
together. We would each tell them when we were ready and out of public hearing
so it didn’t get out further. I think both Amy and Jay knew by the faces they
gave us after Tom`s answer but they didn’t push it and replied that there day
was good and that it was spent at the cinema and in the park talking about
wedding plans. The waitress then came over and asked if we were ready to order
asking what we wanted to eat and drink. She took down each of our orders before
leaving us to our own conversations once more.
Conversation flowed about our day at the V&A and how
beautiful it was, how much I enjoyed the exhibition and Tom`s company and how
it was even more special when it was just us two in the exhibition giving us
both a chance to really appreciate the costumes and get to know more about each
other purely via the exhibition. I told them how we acted out a scene from
Romeo and Juliet, how emotional I had gotten on seeing the little black dress
worn by Audrey Hepburn and explained the whole day and exhibition aswell as
showing them the pictures we took in the Disney store.
Just as I was finishing telling Amy and Jay about our day our
dinners arrived, Tom ordered the Bannockburn Rib Steak, Amy the Dover Sole fish
and Jay the Cod, Prawn and Salad pie while I ordered the meatballs.
Over dinner the conversation turned to the wedding with Jay
and Amy saying that they wanted to get married before Christmas so they can go
on their honeymoon in the New Year. With it being the beginning of October and
December a couple of months away it gave us just enough time to plan everything.
It was 11 o clock by the time we finished dinner and had our
deserts. The way Tom always got excited about pudding would never fail to make
me laugh. Once we had finished our meal we paid the bill, each of us paying for
our own. Tom insisted on paying for mine aswell but I was having none of it as
he had paid for everything today and I said it was only fair that he let me pay
for my own. Amy and Jay went to the loo and said that they would meet us
outside. Tom finally gave in and got up from the booth taking my coat off the
back of my chair and holding it out for me to put on. I smiled and shrugged
into it. Tom’s hands moved to my waist giving me a quick kiss on my neck before
taking my hand and leading me out of the restaurant to find Jay and Amy.
We agreed to all get a taxi together as it seemed pointless
not too when three of us were going back to the same house and Tom didn’t live
that far from their house so agreed to walk home from there. I didn’t want him
to leave me after such an amazing day but it would seem weird if he stayed
especially as Amy and Jay didn’t yet know about me and Tom and would be weird
for all of us if either of them found me on the sofa with Tom or Tom in my room
as we both knew we wouldn’t be able to sleep knowing that we were in the same
house but not actually together.
We all piled into the taxi and around twenty minutes later
it pulled up outside Amy and Jay’s. Jay paid the driver as we all got out, Tom
offering me his hand as he got out first. Once we were all out and the taxi had
drove off Jay and Amy said their goodbyes to Tom, Jay saying that he would meet
up with Tom in a couple of days for a pint to sort out plans for the wedding,
suits etc.
We were then outside alone, left to say our goodbyes for the
evening. I didn’t want this day to end, it had been so perfect. We both smiled
at each other, looking into each others eyes, wanting to stay in our little
bubble for a little while longer.
Tom pulled me into an embrace, he smelt heavenly I buried my
face in his neck hugging him close before kissing up and down it. His grip on
my waist tightened. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, darling” Tom warned me.
I chucked against his neck “And why’s that, love?” I asked knowing very why
not. I continued trailing kisses up his neck to his cheek before kissing him on
the lips. He kissed me back a moan falling from his lips. “Because id have to
lead you into Amy’s and have my way with you right now darling” he replied
huskily in my ear. “And why cant you” I asked innocently. He groaned. “God,
don’t tempt me, love. I don’t want to rush this, no matter how much I want you”
I kissed him again moaning into his mouth. He pushed our bodies flush together,
my hands finding there way into his hair and tugging a little. Tom moaned into
my mouth before pulling away and resting his head on mine, catching his breath.
“Forgive me” he breathed. “I`m so sorry” Will
he ever stop apologising? “Oh, no Thomas, you do not apologise after
kissing me after a lovely day or for kissing me at all. That’s the last thing
you have to apologise for.” He kissed me once more looking into my eyes taking
my hand in his and swaying me back and forth in an imaginary dance. I smiled.
“I’ve got interviews all day tomorrow but can I take you
dancing tomorrow evening at the club opposite the restaurant we went to this
evening? I’d love to dance properly with you” I smiled.
“Id like that very much, darling” I replied. “It will be an
end to another lovely day, im going shopping with Amy tomorrow, sorting out
wedding plans and outfits for her to wear on her honeymoon.” He smiled. “Tomorrow
evening it is then my love; it gives me something to look forward to through a
day of press” I smiled “Me too. Thankyou so much for a lovely day, Tom, it was
absolutely incredible.”
“It was my pleasure, darling, to see the smile and raw
emotion on your face made me realise why I do what I do, so Thankyou aswell
love.” We smiled and stared into each others eyes for what seemed like a long
while. Tom finally spoke saying that he had better leave as he had to get up
early for interviews. He pulled me in for another passionate kiss before
bidding me goodnight in perfect Shakespearean and walking off down the street
back to his house.
I went into the house with a goofy smile on my face. Amy and
Jay were cuddled up on the sofa with cups of coffee. I poked my head in through
the door saying good night before going into the kitchen and making myself a
cup of tea to take up to my room so I could read before I went to bed.
I went into the spare room putting my tea and phone on the
bedside and getting changed into my pajamers before settling into bed with my
new book from the V&A. My phone buzzed a few minutes later.
Thankyou for a lovely
day my darling. I didn’t want to leave
you this evening, wish I could have come in and held you until you feel asleep
but alas work calls early in the morning and I would have trouble leaving you,
just as I did tonight. I do however; look forward to a lovely evening spent in
your arms tomorrow evening as I guide you around the dance floor. Parting in
such sweet sorrow. A thousand times goodnight. Sweet dreams, my love T xxx
I smiled rereading the text over a few times before replying
saying how much I had enjoyed the day and his company and that I was looking
forward to tomorrow evening before drifting off to sleep with dreams of Tom.
Chapter 10
I was
awoken around nine by a knock on my door. Amy came in with a cup of tea and
brown toast with lots of butter and marmite, just how I liked it.
“Rise
and shine sleep head” Amy said coming over and sitting next to me on the bed.
“Morning”
I replied sitting up in bed as she passed me my breakfast. I took a sip of tea
and a bite of my toast. “Thanks, just how I like it” I smiled. “What time do
you want to go shopping?” I asked her in between sips of tea.
“Whenever
you’re ready. I thought Id wake you so we could go at a reasonable hour.”
“Okay
then, I’ll finish this, get dressed and meet you downstairs then we can decide
where you want to go” she smiled saying to take my time and that she`d see me
downstairs when I was ready before closing the door behind her.
I
checked my phone whilst I ate my breakfast. 1 new text and 1 new email.
The
text message was from Tom:
Good morning my love. I trust you slept well? Up bright and early for a day
of interviews! Would rather be with you watching you try on those gorgeous
dresses. Looking forward to seeing you this evening, darling, I will pick you
up at 8. Have a great day darling. T xxx
I
smiled typing a quick reply:
Morning, Tom. I did Thankyou, I trust you did too? Hope today goes quickly
for you as it does for me so I can be back in your arms, you guiding me round
the dance floor, I may have to buy a new dress especially for the occasion. See
you this evening my love. E xxx
I then
checked my email. 1 new email: Paul The Peoples Movies.
Hey Emily,
Just to let you know you’re review of What to Expect when you’re expecting
is up. Also look through the list attached and see if there are any more films
you wish to review and I’ll send them to you. Let me know. Paul.
I read
the email and looked through the list looking at the previews available. There
were some good ones coming out. I typed a reply:
Hey Paul,
Thanks for putting it up. Just looked through the list and wouldn’t mind
reviewing Anna Karenina, Now is Good, The Perks of being a Wallflower and
Beasts of the Southern Wild.
Thanks
Emily
Once
Id replied back to my text and email and finished my breakfast I got up and had
a quick shower getting dressed in my jeans and Armani t shirt paired with my
grey cardigan jusr incase it was chilly outside and black boots before going
downstairs.
Amy
stood by the kitchen counter dressed in jeans, a white striped t shirt and
black cardigan a mug of coffee in her hand.
“Morning”
I said walking down the stairs empty cup and plate in hand.
“Morning”
she replied. “You ready to go?” I looked at my watch. 10.45.
“Yeah,
sure, let me just get my bag and we can go. Where do you want to go?”
“Oxford Street ,Camden
“Yeah,
sounds good. I’ll be right back.”
Amy
went and rinsed our cups and plates from breakfast whilst I went upstairs to
gather my things. I checked my phone seeing I had a new text message from Tom
which said he couldn’t wait to see what I picked out and that he was looking
forward to having me back on his arm this evening. I typed a quickly reply
saying I couldn’t want to see him either before grabbing my purse, camera and
iPod from my nightstand and putting them in my bag before running back
downstairs.
Amy
was outside waiting for me. I soon joined her and we began walking to the
nearest tube station to spend the afternoon shopping.
We
arrived at Oxford Street
I may
be wearing an Armani t shirt but it doesn’t mean I can afford expensive
clothing; I treated myself to it when I got my first wage packet from work,
that and a new blue blazer. I treated myself every few months on a new bag or
pair of shoes or a dress. This month would be spent on a new dress for
tonight’s occasion, going dancing with Tom.
Whilst
shopping in Selfridges I saw and fell in love with a gorgeous 1950s dress, it
was baby blue with red and green flowers covering it with quite a prominate
neckline to show enough cleavage but not too much and still feel secure at the
same time. It had a small red belt around it to bring in my waist and spun out
if I was to spin in it which seemed appropriate as I was going dancing. I tried
it on and it fit perfectly. I felt like a princess. I’d always been inclined to
wear dresses that spun when I danced and now was no exception. I bought a new
pair of red flats and a red cardigan to go with it, thinking I could use the
50s style brown bag I used when Tom first took me out to dinner last month.
It was
hard to believe that I’d only known him a month and I was already going out
with him. Some people may say it seemed rushed but it just felt right.
Once
we’d spent more than a few hours in Selfridges and id bought the dress we went
and had some lunch at Garfunkel’s, our favourite restaurant we came to when we
were in London. I ordered my usual hamburger and chips whilst Amy ordered the
chicken sandwich sharing some of my chips.
We
discussed more of the wedding over lunch. Amy said she wanted to get married in
London
Her
mum had died of breast cancer when she was a teenager and her dad had fled the
country when he found out her mum was ill. She hadn’t spoken to him since and I
didn’t blame her. She figured it would be nicer to get married in London
because that was where her new life was and she had nothing in Dover that she
cared enough about to get married there, there was only me and I would be in
London with her anyway.
Even
though it was tradition for the bride to get married where she grew up I could
understand her decision. It would be better for her to get married where she
felt happy plus she got along well with Jay’s parents and younger sister and
older brother who would be giving her away as Amy had no siblings of her own.
Her
mother’s death was hard on her. It was hard on me too, her mum was like my
second mum as I spent so much time there as a child. We both missed her and
spent quite a lot of time talking about her over lunch.
Amy
also decided that she wanted a red colour scheme so she could have roses as her
flowers that would contrast her cream white dress. We would wear red dresses to
match the red ties and grey Armani suits Jay and Tom would wear.
She
asked me to explain fully about my day spent with Tom yesterday and to not
leave out any details. I told her everything including about him asking me to
be his girlfriend at which she freaked, in a good way. She seemed really happy
for me and said that I deserved to be happy, especially after what happened
with Jack, my ex. She all of a sudden went quite and looked down at her empty
plate when she mentioned him. Was there something she wasn’t telling me?
“Amy,
what is it?” I asked her concerned. She stayed silent. “Amy” I said again.
“I’m
inviting him to the wedding” she blurted out.
“What?
Who?”
“Jack”
she said an apologetic look on her face. This cant be happening. This cant
be happening. No no no no!
“What?
You’re inviting Jack? My ex Jack? Jack Mills?” she nodded. “Why?”
“I
don’t want to invite him. Jay does, they were friends at Eton
remember? I’ve tried to talk to him but he doesn’t understand. He probably wont
even come and if he does you don’t have to talk to him.” I gave her daggers. I
wasn’t happy in the slightest. “I`m sorry” she said
“Yeah,
its okay. I guess I’ll just have to suck it up and hope he doesn’t show, even
though he likely will.” Urgh why is this happening. I hadn’t seen him for
atleast ten years.
Myself
and Jack had met during secondary school. We had drama together; he wanted to
be an actor. He did the first two years of secondary school before pulling out
to go to Eton .
We
began dating just before he left and continued to whilst he was at Eton and later whilst he was at the Guildhall School of
Music. He was my first love. I was smitten from the moment I first saw him in
drama when he began reciting Shakespeare. He had short blonde hair and the most
gorgeous blue eyes you could imagine. He looked a lot like a young Gary Barlow
when he first joined Take That.
Jack
was one of the popular boys at school always hanging around with the pretty
girls or the bars of chocolate as me and Amy liked to call them. He acted all
cool around the other girls and barely took two looks at me, but in drama he
was a completely different person. We spoke often and we were friends, we used
to laugh a lot and have great fun, especially when we watched all the boys
gawking at our teacher, Miss Wood. She was so pretty, fairly young with long
blonde hair and was one of the loveliest teachers I had had. I later became
close to her when I was in my final years of secondary as she was my dance
teacher.
With
every drama class myself and Jack got closer and closer and sometimes saw each
other after school, going to the cinema or just hanging out getting to know
each other.
He
asked me out at the end of year eight after our performance of West Side Story.
At the beginning of year 9 however he told me had gotten accepted at Eton and that he would be leaving. I was heartbroken. He
promised we wouldn’t stop seeing or going out with each other-which we didn’t,
I just saw him less which was really hard.
We
continued dating and I saw him at the weekends. We continued like this for the
next few years and he finished Eton the same
time I left secondary school. He took me out for a meal for my sixteenth
birthday and that night I gave myself to him completely. He was my first. My
first kiss, my first love, first everything and I wouldn’t have had it any
other way.
I
began college the same time Jack began the Guildhall School of Music. We
continued our relationship but began to see less and less of each other as the
months went on. One of us always seemed to be busy, Jack with auditions and
myself with coursework. Our relationship had changed and we both knew it, it
was just neither of us wanted to admit it. We had each become a security
blanket for the other.
In
Jack’s last year at the Guildhall he got the role that started his career, the
role that got his name out there and from there he didn’t look back. I was left
behind, we just didn’t speak anymore. I was absolutely heartbroken, I felt as
though my heart had been shattered into a million little pieces. I cried for
days but I guess that was to have been expected. I was eighteen at the time.
I
hadn’t dated or had a relationship since, well not since now, not since I met
Tom. I just didn’t find anyone I liked. I instead concentrated on my career and
even now, more than ten years later I still wasn’t where I wanted to be. Yes, I
was writing for an online film blog but it wasn’t what I really wanted to do, I
didn’t get paid to do it, I just done it because I enjoyed it. I was hoping
that my hobby would someday turn itself into a career so I could move away from
Dover and here, to London
I was
pulled out of my daydream by the waitress asking if we were finished, Amy
asking if I was ok and what id been thinking about.
“Tom”
I lied. It wasn’t entirely a lie I mean I had been thinking about him in some
respect just not as much as I should have. Tom wouldn’t leave me the same way
Jack had done all those years ago, would he? Ofcourse he wouldn’t, he cares
about you. Yeah but I thought Jack cared about me too and look how that turned
out.
Once
we had paid the bill we continued the shopping spree looking for the perfect
wedding dress for Amy. At the back of my mind I couldn’t help but wonder if I
should tell Tom or not. I didn’t want to lie to him but I didn’t want to upset
him either.
Amy
tried on countless dresses throughout the rest of the afternoon but she
insisted that none of them were right or `her`. We did however find the perfect
shade of dark red material for the bridesmaid’s dresses and the lady at the
shop told Amy to bring all of us back to the shop in a few days time to get out
measurements and fitted.
Although
we didn’t find her wedding dress Amy was still happy knowing that she had made
a start and found the material she wanted.
It was
just after 7 by the time we arrived back at the flat. I had a quick shower
before getting dressed into my new blue floral dress. It was really beautiful
and I couldn’t wait for Tom to see me in it. I left my hair down and put on a
bit more make up than usual, foundation, blusher, lipstick and mascara. I
wanted to make an effort because I felt pretty.
I came
down the stairs just before 8 and done a twirl around the kitchen. Amy was at
the counter making a cup of tea and toast. She smiled when she saw me. “You
look lovely, Em, that colour looks really great on you”
“Thanks!”
I smiled. “Thanks for a helping me pick it out, I feel like a princess” Before
she could reply there was a knock at the door. I couldn’t help the butterflies
that formed in my stomach. “And there’s your prince charming” Amy replied
laughing. “Go on, go answer the door, don’t want to keep him waiting just
incase you go back to wearing your sweats at midnight” she joked. I laughed
walking through the kitchen to answer the door.
I
opened the door to find Tom dressed in a white shirt, three buttons undone,
black trousers and black blazer. He looked absolutely gorgeous. “Hello darling,
you look absolutely beautiful, as always. Very nice choice” he smiled
presenting me with a single red rose before offering me his arm and leading me
outside. Amy calling `Have fun` was the last thing I heard before closing the
door behind us. Tom pulled me into him giving me a long passionate kiss.
“Hello”
he smiled.
“Hello
yourself” I smiled back giving him one last kiss before taking his hand and
walking hand in hand to The Ivy club, where the night before we had met Amy and
Jay for dinner.
Conversation
flowed walking to the club. Tom asked me how I was. I lied saying I was fine. I
couldn’t tell him what Amy had told me this afternoon about Jack going to the
wedding. I put on a smile pushing it to the back of my mind wanting to enjoy
the evening.
Tom
told me all about the interviews he had done that day saying he got bored after
a few hours having to answer the same questions over and over. He also told me
he thought of me on more than one occasion that day and about our day at the
museum yesterday. I smiled thinking how perfect yesterday was.
We
arrived at the club a short while later and spent the evening in each others
arms,Tom guiding me around the dance floor like the perfect gentleman. After
long I found I had forgotten all about this afternoon’s lunch and was
completely enjoying myself with Tom.
We
spent most of the evening on the dance floor dancing the jive and waltz to some
of my favourite songs including `Rock Around the Clock` by Bill Haley and `The
Boy Does Nothing` by Aleesha Dixon.
Tom
was impressed about how well I could jive. I told him Amy used to go every
Tuesday to the local Railway Club down in Dover
Listening
to the words however, I couldn’t help but think how relevant they were, he
belongs to me yet im leaving to go back to Dover
Tom
was sat back down at our table sipping on his Guinness. I walked over to were
he was sitting and saw a glass of water placed on the table. A look of concern
was etched on his perfect face as I took my seat opposite him.
“Here,
darling, drink this” he told me placing it infront of me. I looked up at him
and smiled a small smile before taking a sip. He grabbed my hand across the
table. “Are you ok, love? You had me worried”
“I’m
sorry Tom. Yes, I’m fine. Take me back to Amy’s, please?” he nodded standing up
and placing his blazer back over his shoulders before coming round to my side
of the table and holding out my cardigan for me. I slipped my arms through and
grabbed his outstretched hand as he led me out of the Ivy and back to Amy’s
flat.
It was
a bit chilly outside, the moon shining brightly in the dim lit sky. We walked
back to the flat in silence. In my head I was trying to find the right words to
tell him about my past but nothing seemed right.
We
arrived back at the flat around ten minutes later. A silence broke over us. It
wasn’t a content silence, far from it, it was an awkward silence. It was weird
to think yesterday that everything was so perfect then you find out one thing
you don’t want to hear and that puts a dampers on everything else. I was bought
out of my daydream by Tom who broke the silence.
“Darling,
are you sure you’re okay? You haven’t been yourself all evening, especially
when you went to the loo. If I’ve done something wrong or if something’s
bothering you, I need you to tell me, or know that you can tell me anything.” Here
it is, now or never, you need to be able to tell him everything, have no
secrets before this goes any further. I looked down at my feet.
“I
received some news today” I blurted out.
“What
type of news? Good or bad?”
“Bad,
well for me anyway, not so much for Jay I guess”. Why even bring Jay into
the conversation? Silly girl.
Tom
looked confused. “How come it involves Jay? Darling, you’re worrying me here.
Just tell me, please”
“Because…because
he took the liberty of inviting..him”
“Love,
you’ve lost me. Invited who?”
“My ex
boyfriend, Jack.” I looked at my feet again. I felt better for getting it out
there and telling him but now I had to face his reaction. Tom`s hand came under
my chin making me look him in the eyes. I didn’t see his normal blue shiny eyes
of happiness and love, instead I saw jealousy, hatred, anger. We stood in
silence for a while. Tom broke it. “Jack as in Jack Mills?” I nodded. At the
mention of his name Tom`s hands turned into fists at his sides. I was shocked
about how he knew him. But before I could even ask the question I knew the
answer.
“How
do you know him, Tom?” Tom went to Eton with
Jay and that was where Jack went.
“We
met at Eton ” Tom sighed. “We never really saw
eye to eye but even more so when he got the lead part in the school play that I
really wanted and we just pretty much hated each other. Now I know he went out
with you and that he was with you and possibly like that. He was wasn’t he? He
was your first?” I nodded the tears starting to cascade down my face. Why
couldn’t I have met Tom before? Why couldn’t I have given myself to him rather
than Jack? I didn’t regret it at the time but now, how I wish things would have
been different.
“It
makes me so upset and angry to know that he got both the part I so wanted and
he had you, the most beautiful girl in the world before I even knew you.” He
took a deep breath to calm down before turning to walk. “Im sorry, darling, but
hearing that after a lovely evening, I need some air, some time to think, I’ll
call you tomorrow.” He kissed my forehead and turned to walk away back down the
street. Great one, Emily. You really should have just kept that yourself
because now you’ve lost him. But I couldn’t not tell him, he had the right to
know.
Before
I could even process what I was doing I called after Tom. He turned around and
started walking back to me. I met him half way. I placed my hands on the side
of his face stroking his stubbled jaw with my thumb. “I’m so sorry, Tom. I wish
I hadn’t told you but I felt like you had to know, Tom. It’s all in the past,
Jack is my past. You, Tom I want you in my future. I need you in my future. You
are my future, atleast I want you to be. Please come inside, have a cup of tea
so we can talk about it. I’d rather we get our pasts out in the open now before
this progresses and have no more secrets, wouldn’t you? He nodded placing a
kiss on my forehead. I walked back to Amy’s flat, Tom following behind
Chapter 11:
Finally an update.
Sorry it took so long to update I lost inspiration and was working on the Why
We Love Tom Hiddleston Fanbook the past few months. Alas, it is now done and
will soon be sent to him. For those who wish to check out the PDF version you
can do here: I can now get back to writing both this, Love Rekindled and my new
fic The Elephant and The Boat both of which will be with you soon. For now,
enjoy chapter eleven of Moving House. Lots of love <3
Luckily Amy had given me a spare key to her flat so I could
unlock the door without waking her and Jay. It was just past 11 and the house
was in complete darkness. I walked into the house as quietly as possible Tom
shutting the door behind him.
I walked into the kitchen and turned on the lights heading
straight for the kettle to make the tea. Tom took a seat at the table and
watched me. I boiled the kettle setting out two cups on the side and filling
them with milk and a teabag. I stood at the counter waiting for the kettle to
boil with my back to Tom. He came up behind me placing both hands on my waist
and whispered in my ear. “I’m sorry for overacting, darling” placing a kiss to
my neck. I turned around in his arms placing my hands around his neck and
giving him a kiss on the lips before the kettle boiled pulling us out of our
trance.
I made the tea taking both cups into the living room and
sitting down on the sofa. Tom sat the opposite side. We were silent for a while
enjoying our teas.
“I’m sorry for ruining the evening, Tom. I kind of wish I
hadn’t told you”. Tom came and set next to me on the sofa taking my hand in his
stroking the back of it with his thumb.
“I’m glad you did, darling. I could tell something wasn’t
right as soon as I picked you up this evening. I think we need to lay all of
our cards on the table now before this goes any further though, get to know
each other more, no secrets, don’t you think?” I placed my other hand on Tom’s
cheek stroking it with my thumb.
“Yes, Tom” We both relished in the others touch for a while
staring into each others eyes. I didn’t know how or where to start the
conversation.
Tom started in the end asking what happened. I told him the
whole story of how myself and Jack met and our relationship right up to the end
where we argued and it ended.
A few tears escaped my eyes once I finished telling him. Tom
wiped them away with his thumb. I don’t know why I still got upset about it; it
was in the past, maybe because I was so young when it happened.
“He…he just forgot about me, Tom. As soon as he became
famous that was it, he didn’t care and didn’t want to know me anymore. I tried
my best to make it work but he soon decided I wasn’t worth it and moved on to
other women and our relationship just fizzled out. I don’t want that to happen
to us Tom, it concerns me that it will though, as you get more famous you’ll
forget about me too and I’ll be left on my own. Amy and Jay will be happily
married and then they’ll be me. I’ll grow old with lots of dogs rather than a
husband who loves and cares for me. Promise me you wont leave me like he did,
Tom, please, I couldn’t bare it if I lost you. You mean so much to me; I didn’t
think it possible how much someone could mean to you, especially as i`ve only
known you a few months”
“It can’t be guaranteed that we’ll see each other all the
time but I promise to spend as much time with you as possible and make this
work. I promised you I would take things slow and not rush you and that I would
take care of you and not leave you. I meant it, darling. We need to live in the
moment rather than thinking about the past and indeed the future”
“But…but what happens when I leave and go back to Dover in a few weeks and
when you’re away filming? I don’t like the idea of being away from you.”
“We’ll keep doing what we’re doing now. Texting, calling,
emailing and skyping and when I’m back and not filming I can come and see you
in Dover and you can come and see me here in London . We will make this
work, love I promise. I don’t like the idea of being away from you either,
darling. I’ve never felt so close to anyone, I didn’t even feel this close to
Susannah and I dated her for a good few years.”
“Susannah?”
Tom ended up telling me all about his relationship with
actress Susannah Fielding and how they met on the set of Wallander, how they’re
relationship developed and then fizzled out.
We spent the rest of the evenings talking about our pasts
and hopes and dreams and getting to know each other. It was 2am by the time Tom
got up to leave.
“Its getting late, I better get going, love.” He pulled me
in for a passionate kiss on the lips before pulling away, giving me one last
kiss on my forehead before turning to leave. I grabbed his hand lacing it with
mine. He turned to face me.
“Stay with me, Tom, please”
“Darling, I don’t want to rush you.” I chuckled.
“I didn’t mean it like that, although that would be lovely I
just don’t think im ready for that yet. I meant just stay, sleep with me. I
just need you to hold me, Tom I feel safe in your arms. Please, just one
night?”
“But what about Amy and Jay, won’t they be surprised when
they find me here in the morning?”
“Don’t worry about them, I think they both have work
tomorrow but if either is here when we wake up I’ll deal with it in the
morning. Okay?” He nodded. “And but thou love me, let them find me here.” I
smiled giving him a kiss, turning off all the lights in both the living room
and kitchen before offering him my hand, which he took without hesitation
leading him upstairs.
Once upstairs I went into the bathroom to change and clean
my teeth. I came out a few minutes later dressed in my pink and white spotted
pyjama bottoms and pink t shirt.
Tom had taken off his jeans and shirt and was now left in
just his black Calvin Klein boxer briefs, his bare torso rising and falling
with every breath he took.
I couldn’t help but drink in the sight of him, like an angel
carved of marble, perfect cheekbones and bone structure, the moles on the left
side of his neck, his blue eyes shining in the dim lamp of the bedside lamp.
Beautiful.
Tom’s breathe quickened as I approached him running my right
hand over his bare chest, whilst my left one tangled in his hair pulling him in
for a kiss. He smiled against my lips as I moved my right hand over placing it
on his heart which quickened with every move I made. He pulled apart from the
kiss placing his hand over mine where it lay on his heart.
“It beats only for you, fair maiden” he said removing his
hand from over mine to kiss the back of my hand. I smiled. “As mine does for
you, and only you, Thomas”
I made my way over to the bed getting in and making myself
comfortable whilst Tom went to the bathroom. He came out a little while later and
climbed into the bed beside me, wrapping both his arms and legs around me,
spooning me. My hands went around his neck pulling him in for a long passionate
kiss. He smelled of mint.
“Thankyou, Thomas” I told him once we parted.
“For what, my darling”
“Just for being you and for everything. I don’t know what I
would have done if I hadn’t met you.”
“The feeling is entirely mutual darling” he gave me one last
kiss before placing his face in the crook of my neck. I feel into a peaceful
sleep listening to Tom’s steady breathing in my ear.
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