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Tibbles.
Tom had ended up taking to us to a foreign restaurant, which I cannot remember the name of nor do I really care. We ended up talking about random things. Where we were born, what we wanted to be when we were younger. What music we both like and movies and whatnot. I even told him about my fear of deep water. I said it was a foolish fear, and he told me about his fear of paper cuts. Which I found odd, but it goes to show that he felt comfortable enough with me to tell me something like that. I started to realize that maybe, just maybe, that Tom really liked me. And it gave me enough confidence that I so desperately needed to finish the meal with him.
We were now standing in a store, in front of the ice cream section debating on what type of ice cream we should get.
"Vanilla." He told me looking at the various flavors of vanilla.
I chuckled. "I like chocolate."
He gave me a look, "But vanilla is delicious."
I smiled even wider. "I know, but I like chocolate better."
He returned the smile. "Well, only one way to settle this."
I gave him a look just the same that he did me. "A fight to the death or knock out?"
Tom rolled his eyes. "Or just get a mix of chocolate and vanilla." That beautiful English accent of his.
"Fine if you want to do it that way." He let out a breath and shook his head, but all the while keeping a huge grin on his beautiful face.
After leaving the restaurant, we both agreed to buy some ice cream and just sit around somewhere and talk. So we stood there trying to figure out what ice cream to buy, with an occasional fan who would walk up to Tom and ask an autograph and a picture. I knew he was an incredible guy, but Tom was really friendly to his fans, and really polite unlike a lot of other celebrities who act like total dicks to them. It was nice to see some really have hearts.
We looked around for a second, trying to locate the said ice cream. I noticed it first, a chocolate and vanilla swirl tub that only cost around seven dollars- pretty cheap if you ask me. I opened the transparent freezer door and pulled out the tub, held up in Tom's face and said, "Found it before you did."
Tom growled at me and snatched the tub out of my hands with another large grin spreading itself on his face, highlighting his beauty even more so.
I swear, that growl and that look… he can snatch me up like that ice cream any day if he wishes it.
"I wasn't aware that we were having a race to find the ice cream," He fake pouted.
Sticking my tongue out like a child, I pulled a face, "Oh, you're just mad because you lost."
Tom, for the millionth time that night, rolled his beautiful baby-blue eyes at my childish actions. "Let's go and check this out, shall we?" He motioned for me to go ahead first.
After I gave him a glare for his lack of playfulness, I walked ahead of him as he followed suit.
Tom paid for the ice cream, which I argued about at first, but just like Tom pointed out- I didn't have any money on me. So, he paid and we left the store. After thinking about it for about a minute or two, we both decided that my apartment was too messy to go back there, well, it was mostly me who said that. But Tom said it was fine if we just went back to his apartment he had while staying in America.
"Holy mother of god…" Was the first words I ever spoke when I entered Tom's apartment. It was so much more finer that mine would ever hope to imagine. It looked like one of those apartments that you would see in movies or in commercials. It was spacey and well decorated. Way too decorated…
Having a large, fluffy living room suit with matching carpet was classy in my book. But then again, that was coming from a girl that had clothes scattered all out through her room to the point where you couldn't figure out where the carpet began or ended. But still…
Tom seemed to be amused at my reaction as he grabbed a pair of bowls and spoons. "I'm guessing you like this place?"
I twirled around to find him giving me a playful look; amusement was embedded in his brilliant eyes.
"Well," I began as I made my way over to the kitchen where Tom was scooping out spoonfuls of ice cream into each bowl. "It's so much nicer than my own apartment, so I'll have to say my answer is yes." I smiled at him. He shook his head and stuck a spoonful of the chocolate-vanilla swirl ice cream in his mouth. It was so cute,
I frowned. "Why the face?"
Tom shoved my bowl over to the edge of the counter with the spoon stuck in the ice cream itself. I walked over to the small granite covered table and sat on one of the stools that occupied the stone. Grabbing a spoonful myself, and also adding to my long list of dumbassery, I shoved the spoonful into my mouth, forgetting my manners. So, of course in my embarrassment, I blushed.
Tom smiled at my actions and sat down across the stone table, completely opposite to my side so we could face each other.
"This may be a nice apartment, very nice if I might add," He said with a wink. Mentally I was tearing off his eye lids. I would never do such a thing in real life because he's just too gorgeous to stain that perfect face of his.
"But," He began, taking a quick bite of his ice cream, "It's not really home."
I nodded in agreement, also shoving another spoonful in my mouth, not caring anymore about my manners.
"You miss home, don't you?" It was a dumb question, but I still couldn't stop myself from asking.
Tom nodded his head while taking another bite of the delicious, icy treat. "Where are you from, Amie?"
Taking a bite of ice cream myself and swallowing, I said, "A small town in Michigan."
"Do you miss home?"
I had to think about that question for a minute. Did I? I've been here for five months, but did I miss home? My friend Spencer and Erin? How about my beautiful, sweet dog, Charles? Or how about my mom? Oh, yeah, my mom…
"I can't really say…" I began to mix the ice cream together, making it more like a milkshake. "I've never really thought about it to be honest. I mean, I've been here for five months now, and I talk to my mom almost every day." I looked down at my melting ice cream and back up at Tom, who had his attention on me even though he kept taking slow bites of his icy treat, so I went on. "But it seems like lately that we've been growing apart, she only calls me when she's upset or if something's wrong and she thinks I can solve her problems. And half the time I can't…" I don't know why I'm talking about my issue with Tom when this is the first time we're actually talking, but I need to stop. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring that up." I said before he could reply. I didn't want him to think I was a whiny person and complained a lot. I might complain, but not like this, not to someone I barely know. Maybe someone like Sam.
Hopefully Tom and I establish a friendship like the one that Sam and I share. I can only hope.
Tom pulled a face and smiled brightly while taking another spoonful of the ice cream. "Amie," He took the spoon from his mouth and pointed it at me. "You worry too much. It's bad for your health too."
"But-"
"I know it might feel stressful and rough when moving away from your family, but you have to understand that you will end up growing distant to the ones you love." He said, his eyes softening. "It's happened to me and my parents and even my sisters, and best friends."
"I know, I just didn't expect it to happen so soon, that's all." I closed my eyes, feeling that familiar knot form in my chest.
Tom gave a small laugh. "Want to know the best thing about growing distant?" I looked up at Tom.
"Not having to deal with worried phone calls wondering if you're doing alright?" I showed Tom a smile that I hoped didn't look too sad, which I'm positive it failed when his smile faded.
"No, not that, though it is a plus," That smile of his was still there, though it was small. "When you reconnect with one another, it's like your bond was even stronger than before." I set my spoon down in my half-eaten bowl of ice cream. His words were hitting a very sensitive spot. "I know from experience, that it's rough and really difficult at first. But when you start talking once again, your bond will be even greater than you thought it could ever be."
That was it, he had tears burning in my eyes no matter how hard I tried to hold them back. The traitorous tears spilled over and lightly fell down my cheeks.
In my blurry gaze that was set on my bowl, I saw Tom's hand reach out as he set it on top of my own smaller one. I didn't even dare to lift my gaze to his.
When he spoke again, his voice was even softer than I've heard it ever before; almost a whisper. "You have to trust me on this," He explained, "when you start talking with your mother again, I promise you that in that moment your reconnect, you'll be closer than you were before. It's happened to me with both of my parents and my sisters. It just takes time. I promise you that things will get better."
"I'm being so childish," I stated, trying to keep my voice from wavering, though when I spoke it completely caved on me and failed. Taking my hand out from Tom's small hold, I brought both of them up to my face and wiped away the damn tears with their backs. I felt like a complete idiot, and probably looked like one too.
Tom pulled his hand back. He then handed me a napkin, and I took it with a 'Thank you'.
"I don't think so."
I scoffed. Of course you wouldn't mind Tom, you're too nice to say so even if you did. "Well, I do."
"And I don't." After making sure that all the tears were wiped from my face, I looked up at Tom who just sat there with a spoon in his mouth.
My face broke out in a smile and I buried my puffy, red face into my hands. I heard Tom laugh as well.
No matter what, even when I'm feeling like a child from crying in front of him, Tom manages to make me smile.
He's too sweet for his own good.
"Tom, I swear," I said with my face still in my hands, and I'm not about to move them with what I'm going to say, "You're so sweet it hurts."
I heard him scoop up the last bit of ice cream in his bowl when he said, "I know," in a cheerful voice.
I looked up at him with disbelief and couldn't help myself from laughing. He had the smuggest look on his face I just could not even fathom of stopping myself.
"At least I brought you out of your mood." I was about to argue but he cut me off, again, "Hush, kiddo, and finish your ice cream before it melts, or I'll wash it down the sink."
I opened my mouth to scold him for calling me 'kiddo' and the small threat he gave, but Tom gave me a look that said, 'Do what I say'.
I wasn't about to let him push me around. "You can't do that."
He leaned back on his stool and held his arms out like was embracing the air before him. "I do what I want, Amie." He mimicked from the move, Thor, which I'm sure just about every human being knows that Tom played, Loki, who told that line to Thor.
I giggled. Again. See what you're doing to me, Tom? You're turning me into a girly girl!
"Oh, whatever," I scoffed and took the last few spoonfuls into my mouth and enjoyed the frosty goodness.
Tom rolled his eyes at me- doesn't he get headaches from that?- and grabbed both of our bowls, placed them in the sink and ran water over them.
Turning back to me, Tom leant back against the counter and kept looking over at something to the side and back to me, all the while wearing a sexy smirk. After letting his eyes flicker a few times, I decided to follow his gaze when he looked to the side of us.
My face paled.
It was a clock. And it was now 1:47 in the morning. My eyeballs almost bulged out of my skull.
I jumped out of my seat and glanced over at the clock again, making sure my saw it correctly.
And I was correct. It was now 1:48 am. Perfect.
I groaned and ran my hand through my slightly curled black hair.
"I didn't know it was that late." I looked back at Tom who still stood in the same place, only this time his beautiful arms were crossed over his beautiful chest. He looked so amazing I almost cried again.
"Indeed it is late," He shoved himself off of the stone counter and walked over to where I stood. His height was much greater than mine, my head just reached his chest. That beautiful chest…
"Seems like we lost track of time," He stated while looking down at me.
Tom anyone could lose track of time when they're with you. If only he could hear my thoughts. And realize I'm being sarcastic, if Tom could hear what I'm really thinking he would think I was a creeper and wouldn't want anything to do with me. So let's keep those thoughts locked away inside my mind.
"There's no need to drive me home, Tom," I said looking at the clock again. Only a minute had passed.
Tom shrugged. "You're right, I don't feel like driving you home at this hour." My heart fell, even though I said that he didn't, it still stung that he'd say that. "I'm sorry, Amie, but it's just really late."
"I'll call a cab and have them drive me home, so it's fine." I gave him my best smile.
"No need for that either, dear." Did he want me to walk home? Then it clicked. But I wasn't about to say anything in fear that I was wrong and he really did want me to walk home.
"Then what am I supposed to-" Tom wrapped his arm around my shoulder and started pulling me down his hallway.
"Oh, you can be naïve sometimes, love," He stopped at a door and opened it.
"Tom, what are-" He shoved me inside of the room and turned on the light.
"This is a guest room, it's never been touched though." He began, "You can stay the night, I don't mind at all. There's a bathroom over there to your left, also left unused, but I assure you that it's well furnished."
I was in total awe that I couldn't even barely speak.
"You- you're letting me stay? Wouldn't it be crossing the line or too forward?" I never expect this would be how my night ended.
He grinned. "Not really, it's not like we're sleeping in the same bed, Amie dear," I felt the blood rise to my pale cheeks and give them color. Dear god…
Tom ignored my reaction and held up a finger. "Hold on a second," Then he turned on his heal and went down the hall.
It was then that I took in the guest room officially. It looked different than the living room, instead of being bright, it had grey walls and a dark carpet. The drapes on the windows were black, most likely to keep the sunlight form getting in and keeping the darkness secure when the sun broke the night sky. The bed was rather large, with dark sheets and a mountain of pillows. One could only imagine what he master bedroom looks like. Even though I wanted to know what it looked like, I could never bring myself to do so. Your bedroom is your private room. I know I hate when people just barge in my room or go in unannounced or uninvited. Privacy means a lot to me, so out of my respect for Tom, I won't even steal a peak.
Just then Tom popped around the corner with a bundle of clothes in his hands.
He walked over to where I stood and held out the clothes. I looked up at him and down at the piece of fabric.
"For me?" I mentally slapped myself. Of course they're for me, you twit! "I mean, but they're yours."
"So? Do you want to sleep in your day clothes?" I normally don't sleep in anything but a shirt and underwear. But this will do.
I scrunched up my face when I realized that these clothes might not fit too well. Don't get my wrong, I'm all for baggy clothes, but these aren't just anyone's clothes.
As if reading my mind, Tom added, "They might not fit, but going off of your baggy shirt, you don't mind baggy clothes. Or am I wrong?"
I smiled. "No, you're, Tom. Thank you." I took the clothes and gave Tom an American salute.
He returned the favor and turned to walk out.
"Night," I called.
"Good night," He replied.
I decided to be a smartass before he walked out of the room completely.
"And how do you know I'll have a 'good' night?" He stopped at the doorway and turned around to face me.
"Because you're in my house, and everyone loves my place," He gave me a wink then shut my door.
The blush that was on my face lingered down to my toes. That wink of his is bittersweet.
I looked back down at the clothes he gave me before slipping out of my clothes, except my panties, and threw them beside the bed.
I pulled on the top Tom had given me an it wasn't too bit, but it hung loosely around my small frame. I groaned, the shirt didn't even give me a small bump were my breast are. At first I thought about leaving the pants off and sleeping in my underwear, but thought better of it seeing that this was Tom's house, and I didn't want him walking in seeing me like that.
Just then I heard a knock at the door. My face heated up and turned beat red, still naked down south besides my panties. "Hold on!"
I quickly pulled the baggy pants on and walked over to the door opening it. Tom stood there eyeing me up in his clothes. He still wore his day clothes, though he took off his shoes.
"Y-yes?" I asked before his gaze lingered for a bit too long; I already felt awkward. I was in Tom Hiddleston's house, wearing Tom Hiddleston's clothes.
He brought his eyes up to my own. "My clothes look good on you." I flushed and looked away. Tom only laughed.
"I don't know whether to take that as a compliment or an insult."
"And how would it be an insult?"
I raised my eyebrow at him. "You're saying a girl looks good in men's clothing. Do you not see what's wrong with that?"
Tom grinned and shook his head. "But you're wearing my clothing, so no, I don't."
Before more words were said and bodies were thrown, meaning my body on top of his; the only thing holding me back was my respect for Tom, but mostly my own self-respect, I quickly said, "Was there anything you wanted?"
Tom nodded his head. "Yes, actually I have to be at the set earlier than the time you have to be there, and I don't feel like bringing you in hours before the time you're supposed to be there."
I shrugged, "It's fine, you go ahead, I'll call a cab in the morning and have them take me home."
"I've said before there's no need for that. I'll drive you home in the morning before I go to the set."
"Wait, why do you have to be there before I do?"
"The cast is starting rehearsal tomorrow morning before the crew is called in."
I face-palmed. "Oh, that's right, I almost forgot."
"So I'll wake you before I go and take you home, no need to call a cab, and I'll see you on the set?"
This time I rolled my eyes at him, "Fine, but you've done enough I don't see why you have to keep-"
Like always, Tom cut me off. "Good night?"
"Good night, Tom." And with that, he left and I fell into the swell of the bed, which was like sleeping on a cloud. It wasn't long before I fell asleep.
"Amie,"
I heard someone saying my name, then I felt someone gently shake my shoulder.
"Amie," The voice, which was obviously Tom, I might be sleep-phased but I do remember me staying the night at his house. "Come on, dear, you have to wake up now." I groaned and rolled over to face a smiling face of Tom.
I couldn't help myself, but I smiled back at him and sat up stretching my back as I did so. Then I looked at the clock and noticed it was nine in the morning.
"Why so early?" I whined.
Tom chuckled. "Complain to Joss, friend,"
"Oh, I will, trust me." I pulled the covers back and swung my legs over the side of the bed and let them hang. God, they felt like stone right now. At least I didn't have to be there until twelve.
"I'll let you get dressed," Tom turned to leave, and not even thinking about what I was saying, I voiced my thoughts.
"I really don't feel like changing." I was too tired to even care if I blushed at my blunt words, but I still looked over at Tom who was smirking.
"Told you that you would have a good night." I rolled my tired grey eyes. "And look, you don't want to change out of those night clothes. Are my clothes really that comfortable?"
I laughed. "Go so I can change, please,"
Tom just shook his head, "Don't worry about, keep them or return them, but you can wear them home. I have tons of night clothes anyways."
If I wasn't so tired, I would've protested, but I just agreed and picked up my clothes, following Tom out of the guest room.
On the ride to my apartment, I almost fell asleep in Tom's car. It really did feel like it was too early to even move.
What was probably half an hour felt like ten minutes and Tom was poking my body awake again.
"You're home, love." I tried rubbing the drowsiness out of my eyes and looked over at Tom, then at the clock on his radio.
9:46.
"What time does the cast have to be there?" I croaked, my voice still heavy with sleep.
"10:30, why?" Alright, it's fourteen minutes until it's ten, and it takes half an hour to get to the studios from my place. So, Tom should make it there right on time.
"Just wondering," I went to get out of the car and Tom followed suit, but was over at my door as soon as I stepped out.
I shook my head, he planned on walking me to my apartment, which would take five minutes getting there and five minutes getting down. And not to mention the time that would be wasted between us talking.
"Go on to the studios, I think I can manage my way up the elevator to my apartment, Tom," I smiled.
He returned the smile, "It wouldn't be gentlemanly for me to leave you to walk alone though."
I shut the car door and slid past him. I turned to look at him again.
"It wouldn't be very professional of you to be late to the first rehearsal, now would it?"
"I'm sure Joss wouldn't mind if I was a few minutes late."
"Just because he wouldn't mind doesn't mean it won't bother the rest of the crew, and if they crew's not happy, I'm not happy. Remember that." I pointed a finger at him. I wasn't lying, seeing that I had to deal with the crew when it came to make up and costume.
Tom sighed, but I spoke up before he could speak again. "Tom, you've done enough, don't worry about being 'gentlemanly' because you've got a job to go to, now shoo!" I waved him away like I was trying to chase a dog away.
He just chuckled at me, but walked over to where I stood.
"Tom!" I groaned, but instead of speaking, Tom just grabbed my hand, and like in some sappy 18th century movie, he bent down and kissed my knuckles.
Even though I'm in a sleep flustered phase, I still managed to blush.
Instead of getting all cotton-mouthed, I just smiled at the kind, yet dead, gesture.
Then after saying our good-bye's, I managed to make my way up to my apartment, and slung myself onto my couch. It wasn't as comfy as Tom's bed in his guest room, but it still would do. Plus I was still wearing Tom's clothes and I couldn't help the butterflies that kept building in my stomach.
A wide smile grazed my face when I started to drift off to sleep.
It was then that I was positive I had actual feelings for the actor, and that I would have to wait to see if Tom shares the same feelings or not.
I finally drifted off back to sleep, and as corny and stupid as this might sound, the only thing that was on my mind was seeing Tom later on that day when I had to go to work.
God, this guy is turning me into a sappy, romance girl. It's sick, but I'm not complaining.
And that concludes another chapter.
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