(Chapter One)
How many times have you stared at that picture of Tom, sitting there on your home screen of your cellphone, his expression one of many you loved? You clutch the phone tightly, wishing he would come sweep you off your feet, proclaiming his love for you. Your thoughts are interrupted by the door, and you wonder who it could possibly be at this time of night. You pull the door open slowly, and it takes you a moment to register who's standing there.
"Tom? Tom Hiddleston?" You can't believe your eyes.
"Well, I see I don't have to introduce myself." He jokes, coming in as if he owned the place.
Keep calm, you tell yourself. Don't say anything to scare him off.
"You don't mind me staying, do you? That's some storm out there." He continues on, like he hadn't stopped talking.
"Hmm, what?"
"Mind if I stay?" He asks again, and he seems irritated he had to repeat himself.
"Uh yeah, I guess." Your calm, distracted by just the sight of him. In reality, you were screaming inside. When had there been a storm? It was like it had been placed there, just from that wish you'd made earlier.
"Um, Tom?" You suddenly pipe up.
"What is it?" He says, now on his cellphone.
"Was there any reason that you stopped by? I mean, I've been dreaming about this for months, and your now just showing up."
Tom looked up from his phone, turning it off and throwing it in his pocket. He turns toward you, and for an instant, your heart stops.
"It's only temporary. Once the storm stops, I'll be off again." He promises, clearly misreading your question.
You sigh, turning away to go into the kitchen. Tom follows you, silently. You can't lie to yourself, your pretty happy that he's here, but you don't want him to leave.
"Want anything to drink? Eat?" You offer him.
"No, I've eaten, thanks." He replies. Tom seems distracted about something. You plan to get it out of him by the end of the night, but he surprises you by speaking the words you wanted to hear come out of his mouth all along.
"I love you."