So, for my last poll, i will have her keep running from Tom, but for the one that's currently on my profile, so far two people have voted, it's still up, but i will announce whether or not i will close the poll, so don't worry, little duckies! and Mr. Hiddleston might have some competition on his hands!
warning: jealousy, stalkery and 'overboard apologies!' oh and language!
only own OC, not Tom!
Chapter 3: 'Where are you, pigeon, I'm looking for you, I am going—huh?'
Reader/OC POV:
After two days of getting myself back together, I continued writing my first chapter and hoped that next time I would go out, I was hoping against hope that Mr. Hiddleston wasn't going to come after me again like that damn skunk from the cartoon! So as I was writing my chapter, I took a break, but not without saving my document first, and went to the refrigerator to find something to make a sandwich with, but as I opened the door to the fridge, I noticed that it was getting empty, so I got dressed and went to my door, but not without taking deep breaths and giving myself a pep talk before leaving. "He's probably going to be on a short leash maybe, or somewhere else for filming, besides, I think he's still filming 'Thor 2: the dark world, so I might be in the clear for right now, don't be a coward just because some nut basket of an actor chased after you, and basically called you out on television and made a crazy-ass threat to find you. Don't be a coward, don't be a coward…." I said before opening the door and stepping out of my flat. I was just stepping out of my building and I looked around seeing if he was there, so far he wasn't thank god, but I wasn't taking any chances this time around. As I was walking towards a grocery store, I kept looking around, wanting to have some sort of weapon, like a taser or something, crap loads better than a gun as long as it's not military issued.
As I was browsing around trying to find something to nibble on when I would be home for lunch and dinner, I noticed someone was behind me, so I turned around and saw a guy, really handsome, and he looked to be a pretty outgoing guy. "Hi." I said pleasantly. "Hello yourself, beautiful lady, what might your name be?" he asked. I gave my name to him and he closed his eyes, obviously taking in the sound of me saying my name. "[f/n] [l/n], beautiful name I might say. Nigel Norrington, at your service, my lady." He said bowing down before taking my hand and kissing my knuckles. I smiled, blushing such a shade of red that a rose would wither. "Charmer." I said picking up two boxes of Uncle Ben's cheesy broccoli rice and putting it in the cart. He laughed before following me around the store, picking out different products for me to use with my cooking. "What do you do for a living exactly, since you know about food, you might be somewhere in the culinary business." I said as I had gotten a jug of milk and put it in the cart.
I looked at him and he smiled at me warmly. "You are quite perceptive, [y/n], you related to Sherlock Holmes?" he asked in a teasing manner. "Nope, but I have watched 'Sherlock' on Netflix." I said walking up to a deli. "I am in the culinary business; I work in one of those ritzier five-star restaurants as a sous chef, so it's my job to know about food, love." He said after I put a bag of ham in the cart. "Ever heard of an actor named 'Tom Hiddleston?' just for a minute?" I asked curious. "'Heard of him!?' I have watched his work from 'the hollow crown', 'Thor', 'The Avengers', 'The Deep blue sea', he's a great actor! Why do you say that!?" he asked wondering why I even asked that. It took him a few minutes, and then recognition came across his face. "Mother of god! You're that lady who he kept chasing those past few days, oh you poor thing, what the bloody hell did you do to get his attention?!" he asked in a sympathetic tone. "Well, I bought a few books from a book store, I don't know if god likes pissing me off or what, but the covers were Shakespeare plays, even though the inside of the book wasn't the play itself, a 'gag book' if you will, but I didn't want to get his attention, it was a freak accident." I explained wanting to hide myself from the world. Nigel put a comforting hand on mine wanting me to know that I wasn't just going crazy.
Tom POV:
I was in my UNICEF hat and sunglasses at the store after training with a sword for Coriolanus to get that girl out of my mind, but I saw her again, and although I was trying to maintain control over my cartoon character in love aspect, jealousy came roaring at me seeing her with another man, and I recognized him well: Nigel Norrington, the bloody sous chef putting his charm on my girl, she seemed absorbed with him, as some of the ladies here in London were. 'She's my woman you wanker! When I am done ravishing her, you will be nothing more than a memory to her!' I thought with pure jealousy until I shook my head, wanting to clear my head of the jealousy. 'Tom, get a goddamn hold of yourself! She might know about you, but so far, not a good first impression, Tommy boy!'I scolded inwardly to myself. When he mentioned how he knew about me chasing after her, I was still embarrassed with myself for what I did, but jealousy came back to haunt me as he put a hand on hers, squeezing it in comfort. 'That should be me comforting her, not him!' I said to myself. I shook my head thoroughly again, trying to clear my head of those thoughts. I hoped to do rehearsals again tomorrow with swords, letting my jealousy and anger out on something or someone.
I was on the tube, fuming from what I saw at the grocer's store, that woman who stole my heart unknowingly having a conversation with Nigel fucking Norrington of all men! I took deep breaths as the intercom went on, signaling my stop and hopefully by the time I would be back in my flat, food in hand, I would be calm and free of jealousy over that man who had the gall to approach her and charm her in front of me, despite being in disguise. I went back to my flat, putting the bags of food from the grocer's and started out with putting them away in different places, fridge, counter, cupboards, and started out with making a loaded baked potato, but double the bacon and the sour cream. I thought about what foods she liked, what she was allergic to, what she didn't like, what was considered (and still is) a childhood favorite food of hers, and more of those things, but that sous chef came running back into my head as I was putting the sour cream on my potato, but I shook my head, finding that I had triple the sour cream that I wanted, so I put the rest of what I wanted on my potato and sat on the sofa, turning on the telly, and 'Doctor Who' was on, a significant part of British culture and one of my favorite shows to watch, hopefully it will take my mind off that bloody bastard Nigel Norrington.
Reader/OC POV:
Nigel was quite a charmer, the perfect type for my friend, speaking of that, I need to check up on her to see how she's doing so far before flying to London to see lil ol' me, and have a few words with her on Mr. Hiddleston. I put my groceries away, went on my Skype account and made a video call to my friend, provided she had her webcam hooked up. She answered, happy to see me 'in the flesh' but I wanted to have a word with her on what was happening the past few days. "Hey, girl! How's London treating you?" she asked with a chirp to her voice. "Oh, it's going well so far, except for the fact that a certain actor who visited [name of college/university] to promote 'Thor 2' is coming after me like Pepe le Pew in the cartoons and called me out on television!" I yell at the screen. She widened her eyes in shock with what I was telling her, gritting her teeth while groaning in sympathy. "Oh, my god I'm so sorry! I never should've agreed with him to look through your stuff, and I saw the video of his interview on YouTube, it's all over Tumblr, for god's sake! They all want to know who exactly is the one Tom is after because, you have to remember, he hasn't been in a relationship since he was with that Susannah Fielding lady!" she said somehow remorseful for her actions. "It's alright, I met someone who I think might be your type…." I said in a sing-song tone. She squealed in excitement. "EEEEEEEE, WHO IS IT, WHO IS IT!?" she yelled out hysterically, causing laughter to burst out of me. "Calm down, alright? His name is Nigel Norrington, he's a sous chef at a ritzy five-star restaurant, and really charming!" I said while laughing. "Oh, god, I'm flying out to London immediately, even though I'm going to London tomorrow!" she said swooning. So we kept the conversation going until she hung up to start packing for when she would be in London tomorrow. I started making some taco salad for dinner, without tomatoes and sour cream, a childhood favorite of mine that my mom would make from time to time. While I was doing that, I was doing some adjustments to my first chapter of my romantic comedy novel before continuing with writing it, getting to the part where the soldier sees the nurse for the first time and falls head over heels for her instantly, but after an hour or two of writing out the chapter, I saved the document, turned everything off and turned myself in for the night, excited about my friend coming to the UK to visit me.
The next morning, I went to the airport to find out about where she was, and by coincidence, Nigel was there also. "[F/n]! What brings you here to the airport, eh?" he asked while I hugged him. "I'm waiting for a friend of mine from the states to get here, and I told her about you, she's pretty excited about meeting you!" I said with a smirk. He grinned like a loon, obviously excited about meeting her. We waited at the airport for maybe 30 minutes to an hour before I heard a very familiar voice call out to me. "[F/n], where are you, silly gal!?" she yelled out at the airport. I waved her down and she practically glomped me, and I would have fallen on the floor had I not been able to maintain balance. "Oh, I'm so happy to see you again after all these days!" she said still hugging me. Nigel started laughing, interrupting her from the short reunion we both were having. "You must be…." She said looking at him with curiosity. "Nigel Norrington, at your service my lady, and may I say you are quite the spirited, beautiful woman I pictured since your friend mentioned you to me here at the airport." He said kissing her hand, causing her to almost swoon right there at the airport. She wound up taking a cab along with Nigel to her hotel, they looked like they had good chemistry, but I realized that I was alone, in an airport, with a gazillion people, and Tom Hiddleston might be there, watching me. God, give me strength, please!
Tom POV:
I was doing the sword training again with Hadley, just to make sure I was still good with a sword, but Nigel kept getting into my thoughts, I had an imagination of him making love with that woman I loved, I heard her name, [f/n][l/n] she said it was, a really lovely name for a woman, but I got so jealous again with the thoughts of that bloody sous chef that I was getting severely aggressive, and it wasn't until Josie Rourke, the director for the play, kept calling my name that I was swinging my sword erratically and wildly at Hadley, causing him to fall on the floor with my sword pointed at him. "What…..oh I'm so sorry, Hadley, I hope I didn't hurt you in any way!" I said frantically as I helped him up to his feet. "No harm done, but I've never seen you this aggressive with your sword movements, man….what's bloody gotten into you, Tom?" he asked straightening his clothes right. "I don't know, I'm for some reason jealous of a man who is charming the bloody pants off a girl who unknowingly stole my heart while she was in the states, and for some reason I have an urge to kill him somehow!" I said still tightly gripping the blade in my hand. "Good god, you're talking about that girl who you kept chasing those few days, and did that interview, you may as well have frightened her off, mate!" Hadley said drinking from his water bottle. "I didn't want to do that, but something just, I don't know ordered me to chase after the girl and literally sweep her off her bloody feet, and kiss her over and over again!" I say angrily. "Look, next time you bump into her, try and be gentler with her, try and actually talk to her, but don't do anything to scare her off, alright?" he asked putting a hand on my shoulder. I nodded before continuing with the sword fight with Hadley.
After I finished the sword fight rehearsal, and went over some lines and had lunch, I contemplated on how I would properly introduce myself to her, without scaring her off, it was going to be quite tricky, but those therapy sessions were helpful in maintaining control over myself, trying not to be a randy schoolboy with untamed lust towards her. "Oh boy, how do I introduce myself to her, this might be tricky, oh, I hope to god that chef isn't—will you stop with the jealousy?! She probably despises jealous men, because of a matter of trust. If I meet her, I hope that I don't make a fool of myself in front of her." I say while looking over my lines again. After another morning and afternoon of rehearsals, I decided to head over to my flat, but not without seeing a certain someone come out of a cab, looking timid before paying the fare. 'By this day, she's a fair, beautiful lady! Ok, don't slip into the cartoon character personality, Tom!' I thought to myself as I prepped myself for finally talking to her properly and being gentle about it. As I was about to approach her, I noticed that she kept looking around her, left, right, behind her, I scolded at myself for bringing this absolute hell on her, but I needed to make amends.
Reader/OC POV:
I was walking along the sidewalk, petrified to where I would be on the verge of having a heart attack or stroke if someone were to touch me. I was taking some deep breaths, trying to calm myself down, feeling like I was on an episode of 'Stalked: someone's watching', only real and not escaping me anytime soon. I hoped that all of the people didn't watch the interview Tom had with the journalist about the chasing rumors, and he admitted to having my friend going through my stuff to see if I had anything involving him, and it made me more scared than ever of leaving my own home, and I had been reconsidering my moving to London, but my friend visiting me and meeting Nigel made everything better for me, and I wasn't about to let Mr. Hiddleston ruin my stay in London, whether anyone wanted to or not.
I was in the park again, trying to calm myself down from getting freaked out over the fact that he could be anywhere, but as I was walking around the park, my vision started getting slightly blurry and I felt something run down my cheek as I was blinking. I put my finger on the corner of my eye, and I realized that I was crying. Shocked, I was desperately wiping my eyes with my hands and wrists, trying to stop myself from crying over this huge dilemma that was happening with me after being here in London for a while, I ended up sitting on a bench, with my knees at my chest, my arms around my legs, and I lowered my head, trying to make everything fall away from me, trying to just be at peace for even a minute, and this time, I allowed my tears to fall, releasing my pain and anxiety and sheer fear over a man who so many girls wanted to tie up to their bed and have their way with. "God, I'm such a big baby…" I said to myself with a weak voice before a sob came out, not to loud, thank god, but I wanted to somehow muster up some courage to face him instead of running away like Penelope Cat from the cartoons.
My friend ended up calling me on my cell, just as I didn't exactly expect it, but I needed someone to cheer me up a bit. "Hey, how are you doing so far?" she asked with what I could tell a lot of noise in the background. "I'm alright, cried my eyes out in the park over what happened with me but otherwise, I'm fine, where are you because I'm hearing some noises in the background." I asked looking around the park. "Oh, I'm at the Palace of Westminster, you should be here with me right now, but we're going to be around to get something to eat at the restaurant, the one where Nigel works?" she said perking my mood up some. "Ok, just tell me where it is and I'll meet up with you, alright?" I asked, wanting something to take my mind off of the past few days. She texted me the address and reminded me of the time and what kind of clothes that were needed, and headed straight towards my flat to get myself dressed.
Tom POV:
I was in my suit and decided to head over to my favorite restaurant, which was a five-star restaurant, I needed it in order to take my mind off the woman I was chasing and get back into business somehow. I got there, sat at my usual table and ordered my wine and a special, contemplating on how I would approach her without scaring her off again, but as I was doing that, I saw her and another woman, and she looked dazzling, like a goddess coming out of a mythology book. 'Oh, how my Sigyn looks so divine with her dress….' I thought to myself, but as soon as I had said that, I shook my head wanting the cartoon personality to stay restrained for the night.
I watched them be merry around each other, drinking and talking about who would know what, but right now, I would try to restrain myself from embarrassing both of us at the restaurant in front of the crowd, but it was put to the test as I saw Nigel walk out there towards their table and went to chat with them a little, kissing both of them in what I hoped to be a friendly manner on the cheek as both of the girls were blushing and laughing as I was squeezing my glass rather firmer than intended. "Mr. Hiddleston is everything alright?" a waitress asked, catching my attention. "Oh, yes, I would like to have a refill of the wine, but leave the bottle, if you may please." I said apologetically, knowing I was going to have to restrain my inner jealousy and animalistic instincts to claim her as mine and no one else would have her.
As I had my bottle with me, I was trying so hard to restrain the possessive animal and cartoon character inside me that wanted me to sweep her off her feet and make her mine, but I needed to be very careful and let her enjoy the night she has right now, but it was being tested as she was feeding Nigel her food and he rolled his head around like a purring kitten, but I had an idea to make amends to her: send her a few gifts, apologizing for my behavior, and hopefully she would be able to accept my apology and restart my greeting towards her and hopefully date her! I just needed her address and that way I can be able to do that very thing after all! Romeo Montague, eat your heart out, my man!
Reader/OC POV:
After dinner, although I would have covered the check, Nigel said that it was on the house and I thanked him for that as I got into a cab and headed straight for my flat to rest for the night, but I felt like someone was following us, but I dismissed it as someone who obviously lived on the same street as I was and was probably trying to get home to sleep, not that I could blame said person, it was a beautiful night, but I didn't want to stay up all night writing my chapter, which still needed to be printed and submitted within a certain amount of days to have it looked over to make sure there weren't any mistakes on there, so I got back inside my flat, took off my dress, tights and shoes, and changed to a pair of pajamas and slept on my bed, wanting a peaceful night's sleep without any thoughts lingering to Tom as I would imagine he had better things to do than try and pursue me in a fit of desperation of love.
But, when I woke up the next morning to work on my chapter, I noticed someone buzzing on the intercom, much to my astonishment. I went up to the intercom and pressed on the button. "Hello?" I asked still slightly drowsy as I kept trying to keep my eyes open. "Are you [f/n] [l/n]?" the man asked. "Yes, I am her, can I help you with something?" I asked confusingly, wondering if it was some sort of crazy prank. "I'm here with a few packages for you, ma'am." He said professionally. "Ok, I'll buzz you in, sir." I said curious as to what the packages were. I put my robe on and went to the lobby, only to find the man had more than 'a few packages', there were a lot of packages in the lobby and I had to get my neighbor and the owner of the building to help me out with getting all ten big boxes into my flat. I signed the papers and left me to what exactly were in the boxes. 'This could take a while to sort out….' I groaned to myself as I put some of the boxes in my bedroom, living room, one was in the kitchen, and I started opening them to find that some of them contained candy, the sausage, and cheese and crackers I remember receiving from my grandparents every Christmas, a few cards, and some clothes that looked like something from fashion magazine covers.
The cards had the signature 'TWH', which I wasn't as dumb as a box of rocks to know that it was Tom who sent the gifts to me. "What is this guy trying to even do this time around?" I asked myself scared yet annoyed there was another buzzing yet again just as I was putting away stuff from nine of the boxes that were opened, so I went to the intercom to find out whom it was. "Hello?" I said as I was clutching a stuffed bear with a heart in the middle that said 'I love you!' on there. "Delivery for Ms. [l/n]?" the guy said. "Yes, that's me, I'll buzz you in." I said going back downstairs to the lobby to find that there were like three huge bouquets of roses on the table, on a chair, and in the floral deliveryman's hands. "Oh dear god you poor man! Let me help you with those!" I exclaimed as I got one of the three big bouquets while my other neighbor had the second one and the florist was carrying the one he still had in his hands. It was treacherous, but we managed to get them into my flat, but I remembered my friend and Nigel coming over to my flat after I would be dressed, so I needed to hurry with the rearrangements.
When I buzzed them in, I was slightly nervous about how to explain it to both of them. "What's up with you?" she asked me as I was behind the door, moving some stuff around. "Nothing, but mind your steps!" I yelled before opening the door, and I would pay billions to have a picture of the looks on their faces when they saw the gifts and roses that covered my flat. "Whoa, what's with all the crap you have?" she asked stepping over the gifts as I was clearing a spot for them to sit on. "I think Tom is trying to apologize, but he's going overboard with it!" I explained much to the amusement of my compadres. "Oh, I would say it's an apology, good Christ!" she said laughing as Nigel joined in the laughter. This would be a long day, I knew this for a fact!
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