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. He always
encouraged her to follow her dreams and she had.
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 with my mum and dad. I knew from then that I wanted
to go back, especially to New York and growing up watching lots of
American TV my dream had only grown more.
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 with Jay, the house we’d both pretty much
grown up in all our lives was going on the market.
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 with his
sunglasses poking out from the few buttons that were undone. His hair
was back to his natural blonde curls. I’d always had a thing for
guys with blonde curls ever since my first crush at secondary school.
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
literally didn’t want to leave the cinema, your portrayal of
F.Scott Fitzgerald was just phenomenal”
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 spending a few months
photographing food for an Italian magazine.
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. She was
smitten as soon as she met him, going out for dinner every night
eating pasta. When she came home they continued to date for the
following five years, Jay supporting her photography career from the
very start. It made sense she was moving to London especially as she
spent most of her time there and what better excuse than having
opened her own gallery of photos and being proposed to by her
boyfriend?
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 but none
had yet appealed and caught my eye and allowed me to move.
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 cinema was small but usually played the
latest films on a Saturday afternoon, it was in this small cinema
with just the one screen that I first discovered an actor by the name
of Tom Hiddleston.
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 in the 1920s and that it was directed by Woody Allen.
I watched the film in
amazement. Id always loved Paris even if I hadn’t been. Especially
at night with it all light up it was beautiful. Id seen enough movies
to know that it’s a place I want to visit. The man who portrayed
F.Scott Fitzgerald caught my eye as soon as he came on screen in his
1920s blonde locks and his green suede suit and American accent. I
couldn’t keep my eyes off him. I only wish he’d been in it more.
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, I went home and googled his
name trying to discover what other films he was in. From then on I
was hooked.
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 all
my life and now im leaving. I don’t so much care about leaving
Dover, but you, Em, you’re more like the sister I never had, im
going to miss you so much.”
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 with Jay to open up you’re own gallery, I`m so proud of you”
“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?” I asked
Amy.
“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 to finish filming
Thor 2, just came back for the BFI Film Awards event and to see Mum
and Emma. How’s the photography treating you?”
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 with her fiancée.
“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 in a few weeks to help me with wedding
plans anyway right? I can’t do any of it without my maid of honour
and best friend.” She winked. I hugged her again. I always assumed
that id have been her maid of honour as we’d spoke about it since
we were little but she hadn’t asked me until now.
“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
in a couple of weeks sorting out wedding plans with Jay and Amy are
we not?” He smiled and returned to being a sincere gentleman.
Getting down on one knee placing my hand in his, palm down he said
“It would be my pleasure if you would accompany me to dinner while
were both in London in a few weeks time my fair maiden.” He then
kissed the back of my hand looking up at me with puppy dog eyes just
like in the scene in `The Hollow Crown` where he proposes to
Catherine. Who could resist that look? I practically melted into a
puddle above him.
“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 and sort out when we can meet”. Tom handed me his
phone and I began punching my number in, pulling my phone out of my
bag, probably a bit too eager for him to do the same. He smiled
putting his number in my phone.
“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 for dinner. I`m looking forward to
it already.” I smiled. “Text me when you’re home darling”
“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. Looking forward to
hearing all about it in a few weeks time. Emily xx
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 by now.
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!
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 Sunday afternoon?”
“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, although that would have
been torture. So really it isn’t a problem I know the perfect
place. A restaurant just up the road from here actually, called The
Beefeater” I smiled. He smiled back although it didn’t reach his
eyes.
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 I will
take you out for the best meal you have ever had. Please forgive me”
he said with puppy dog eyes. I smiled. Why is he so adorable and such
a gentleman?
“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 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 metting 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
his 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.
Tom ordered the steak and chips while I ordered my normal paprika
chicken with chips and BBQ sauce.
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 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 don’t 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 at 1 will be filming most of the three days
im there. I`ll text you when I can. Have a good week my dear and I’ll
text you when I land. Sorry once again. Tom xxx
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 don’t get up to too much
mischief. Looking forward to your text. Stop apologising, its fine.
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.
- 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.
I
wonder what it is?
The two weeks flew by
and I soon found myself getting on a train to London to see Amy
again. I missed her, it wasn’t the same without her being around
the corner, there for silly things like if I need sugar or if Amy had
had an argument with Jay. We were both there for each other at
whatever time of day, or night as the case had been on quite a few
occasions, when Jay had come home drunk and tried to pick a fight
with her or just when we had both had too many glasses of wine whilst
watching Sex and the City. I really missed her and was really excited
to see her again, even if it had only been two weeks. Two weeks is a
long time when you’re used to seeing someone everyday.
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.
Chapter 6
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 a lot before she moved there for business meetings about the
gallery. It seemed to be going well, she often spoke about how well
it was going and how many photos she’d sold. I was excited to see
it, my best friend’s exhibition at her own gallery in London!
A few hours later I
arrived in London at Kings Cross St Pancras. Amy said she’d meet me
at the station then get the tube to Southbank. We’d always loved
Southbank, walking over the bridge to look at Westminster Abbey.
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, there was always different people.
I could really see
myself living here getting soaked up in the atmosphere and although I
missed Amy being at home in Dover, her living here certainly had the
perks giving me the opportunity to visit for more than a day. One
thing was for certain I was certainly going to enjoy these few weeks
here not having to worry about work, just two weeks in a city I loved
with my best friend sorting out her wedding. This was going to be a
good few weeks, I could just feel it.
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 ok, be ready tomorrow for your surprise. I’ll
pick you up at 10 from Amy’s. Can’t wait to see you darling.-Tom
xxx
I typed a quick reply:
Hi Tom. Arrived in
London about half an hour ago. Just got off the tube with Amy, making
my way to hers now. Can you just tell me already, you’ve kept it
from me for the past week and I need to know what to wear? Looking
forward to seeing you too. 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 exploring the sights, especially
with you” I blushed. He smiled. We began walking in silence
admiring the sights. A few minutes Tom spoke again. “Also, if you
don’t mind, I’ve devised a plan for the day, I hope you don’t
mind” he asked.
“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`s London, taking
me to some of his favourite places including Southbank as it was near
Amy’s house and one of my favourite places to visit. We looked out
over the river for a while at Westminster Abbey before walking down
the steps to the shops and restaurants underneath the bridge where
Tom let me browse Foyles book shop until my heart was content. I
loved coming to this bookshop and found that I always bought Audrey
Hepburn postcards from there to add to my collection and browse the
film magazines.
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 loved how people
were just so carefree, sitting on the cobbled steps eating a sandwich
without a care in the world.
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.
London always seemed to
be busy, lots of people walking across the road and to different
destinations, lots of taxis and big red buses on the road going in
different directions. I loved the hussle and bustle of London. Id
never tire of it and would someday hopefully be included in it.
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 and the costumes worn by Joseph Fiennes and
Gwyneth Paltrow in Shakespeare in Love. At this Tom bowed taking my
hand and kissing it “Fair maiden”. I giggled curtsying in return
“Kind sir”. He also took this opportunity to quote Romeo and
Juliet.
Getting up from bowing
Tom put his hands on my waist and in return I put my hands around his
next 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. As we weren’t
allowed to take photos in the exhibition I made the most of taking
photos in the gift shop aswell as buying myself a book on Hollywood
Costume, a postcard that read `film fanatic` and an oscar statue to
present Tom with later.
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 youre 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 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. Tom hailed a taxi escorting me in first and
telling the driver the address of the restaurant we were to meet Amy
and Jay at.
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.
