10 DAYS AND NIGHTS WITH TOM HIDDLESTON

CHAPTER 1

"George Clooney was a very pleasant man to be around. He took me around his beautiful apartment with fiancée, Amal Alamuddin.."

I was pretty much oblivious to my surroundings at that point. That was my profession of course, a pretty damn good journalist (exaggeration is part of my job requirement). I was startled when I heard someone calling my name. "Jen, oh, JENNIFER, would you please listen to me when I talk to you?" it was my stuck-up boss man, Stewart, obviously.

"Yes, sir. I was writing the report on Mr. Clooney," I replied, half gritting my teeth.

"Ah well, sorry to pop your massive bubble, but I have another assignment for you. It seems that Mr. Tom Hiddleston is in London for these two weeks and Star Magazine have arranged a 10-day long interview with him. As the others are very busy with work and what not, we thought you to be the perfect person on the job. You start tomorrow."

Oh, bloody hell. I've heard of this Hiddleston fellow plenty of times. He seduced his way through half of the other journalists and managed to piss off the other half, as well. I bet Stinky Stewart was just trying to make my life hell just because I was probably a better writer and person than he was and will ever be. But really, I really cherished this job and I could never bear to work anywhere else.

"Yes, sir. No problem." This was going to be one bumpy ride.

"Remember, Jen. You're going to be staying in close proximity to him for more than a week. I'm sure you've heard stories about him. Take care of yourself and take loads of..pictures!" I've never heard him squeal that loud in my life.

THE NEXT DAY..

It was 10 a.m. and I stood outside the airport with a sign reading 'Tom Hiddleston'. There weren't plenty of people outside the airport, waiting for him, as I expected (in fact, I was the only one). Before I knew it, a man donning Ray Ban spectacles and a Polo shirt, sauntered his way to me.

"Are you the driver?" he asked me.

"No, sir. I'm the journalist from the Star Magazine. I was assigned to follow you around, essentially, for 10 days. I'm Jen Lowes, nice to meet you," I said with my most insincere smile.

"Oh, right. They told me they sent the ugliest girl in the office to deter me from seducing all the women I meet. I guess they made the right choice."

I was fuming inside. "Well, you're horrid looking therefore, I'm not surprised that you don't have a girlfriend," I retorted.

"Who told you I didn't have a girlfriend?" he said while leaning closer to me.

He was pretty damn handsome, but I couldn't let this hotshot poopface seduce me then dump me in a single night.

"Sir, I'm sorry, I don't have all day."

"Ah, yes," he looked..disappointed. "We should leave but I call shotgun!"

I smiled a little.