It had been two weeks since I left London and I'd never felt so miserable. But I had had to throw myself straight back into work, it took my mind off of Tom and all that had happened.

I stayed in the studio as late as I possibly could, mostly up until my co-worker Lockie dragged me out of my seat. Then he'd normally lecture me about being an idiot and throw old albums at me. Lockie was defiantly my favourite person. Ever since we had started here, at the old forgotten radio station, he had helped me so much. We both started at the same time so we were thrown together, purely out of luck.

"So, how was London?" Lockie asked, as he dragged me away from the station at 1am on Sunday morning.

"It was okay I guess."

"Course, just okay. You saw and met Tom Hiddleston, I bet it was an amazing time. Better than that!" He said hitting my arm playfully and opening the car door for me.

I just shrugged at him.

"Shrugger..." He whispered, rolling his eyes as he strutted off to his own car.

The last time me and Lockie had seen each other, the night of the party, we hadn't had a chance to speak about London. But now we were both a bit happier and up for a laugh.

"Hi, is Merida there?"

"Yes this is her. Who's this?" There was a pause at the end of the phone before a dreamy voice answered.

"It's Tom."

"Oh... hey!"

"Hey. I was wondering if it's be cool if I came up to see you today?"

That caught me off guard. I'm sure he heard my voice stutter like an idiot before I was able to find words.

"Of course I could just turn around, walk away from your front door and get on the first train back to London and then I could ask you when I was back there?"

"You're in front of my house!" I exclaimed, jumping to my feet and rushing around a lot. A soft chuckle came from the phone. Then three knocks at my door.

"I'll be right there..." I mumbled into the phone, pressing the end button and running to the mirror. I looked like a mess. Literally like I'd just woken up... because I just had!

I walked as carefully as I could to the front door and unlocked it. There, waiting patiently, was Tom in a black over coat and blue shirt underneath. He looked like he had just got out of bed, with his hair sticking out in all directions. I checked my watch to see that it was 12pm – he must have left early.

"Hi," Tom's cheery morning wave defiantly made my day. Though it had only just started for me. "Still in your pyjamas I see."

I blushed a terrific red and he instantly began to stumble back over his words. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Tom. If you keep seeing me more often, you'll realise that most of my life is spent in my pyjamas." Oh that came out wrong, I once again shrugged and went bright red and gave myself a mental face palm.

"Sounds like a pretty good life to me."

"Maybe you should come in, my neighbours are beginning to look out of their curtains." I pulled the door open some more and Tom stepped over the threshold.

"I take it it's not a good thing when your neighbours are looking from their curtains?" He said, staring up at me with big blue eyes from his seat on the floor. I carefully perched myself on the other side of the floor to him, my back on one of my dining chairs.

"Defiantly not, it means they're gossiping." I chuckled, holding my tea with my strongest hand to stop it from spilling. Tom chuckled too.

"You make a good cup of tea." He chimed, taking another sip out of his cup. I once again blushed, but reached silently behind me to turn on the stereo. Music often soothed me and made me feel at ease.

Tom tilted his head to the side, almost looking like a dog who was confused by a new object. I raised my eyebrows and whispered, "Sorry... music always helps me to remain calm."

Tom instantly leaned across the gap between us and took my hand in his. His thumb gently soothed against the base of my palm. "Why are you not calm? Is there anything I can help with?"

I shook my head and took a deep breath.

"Nothing at all?" Tom questioned, his eyebrows together in a deep crease of worry.

"I don't think you can."

"Will listening help?" He said, raising his eyebrows. "I've been told I'm quite good at it."

I softly chuckled, and the re-positioned myself. I set my tea down beside me and stared at the floor. "Many years ago, when I was at university I met a guy. Craig. He was my whole world, and I his. Everything was going so well and for years we were the best a couple could be. Then something changed in him. He started drinking, that's really when everything went... wrong."

I noticed that I was becoming very nervous. I was playing with my hands again.

"I loved him to much to say goodbye, even when he would... when he would. Well, it wasn't his fault at first. But after a while I think he started to enjoy it."

"What did he do?" Tom said through gritted teeth.

"He would hit me. Not always that. But he'd come home from being with his friends and he'd go all funny. He'd just start over anything. Mirrors were broken, pans thrown, furniture and clothes ripped and faces bruised. We were together for another year.

Then one night something went wrong. It was a fight like any other, until I mentioned something. I woke up in a hospital bed with multiple broken bones and a punctured lung."

I nervously chuckled at the memory.

"Lockie was being held back by security. He was going to kill Craig. Craig was just stood outside the room, being arrested but smiling at me."

I shivered at the memory, flinching away. Then I felt Tom, he was almost on top of me. He was on knees, staring me right in the face.

One hand was gripping my hand and the other was brushing my cheek.

"You don't have to worry about him any more. I promise, you don't just have Lockie to protect you but me too. And I will do everything and anything in my power to keep you safe."

I shook my head, not liking the idea of Tom putting his safety at risk.

"I'm not yours to protect."

I felt Tom exhale deeply. Then he cupped my chin, pulling me up to look at him. He placed his hands either side of my face, brushing one of his long slender fingers, gently across my trembling lips.

Tom was only an inch away from my face, staring intently at me with his big blue eyes. Hesitantly he leaned in, slowly closing the gap between us. But I pulled back. Tom pulled away, hurt gleaming away in his eyes though he tried to hide it.

I pulled at his hands and took them in mine, gently tracing his veins.

"It's not that I don't... that I don't want to do that!" I said gesturing with my hand, going bright red again.

"I understand. I shouldn't have pressed that. I'm sorry."

"Why do you do that?"

"Do what?" Tom replied, surprise thick in his voice.

"Apologize so much and be charming when you've done nothing wrong." I couldn't believe he could be so apologetic when he had to fuck all wrong. This was so bloody stupid. He was literally prince charming and he was at my house trying to kiss me.

Tom just twisted his head slightly to the side, obviously either confused or surprised... like a dog.

"You know you don't belong here right? I mean, look at me-" I spat, jumping from my seat on the floor and gesturing to my body. "You work with some of the most beautiful people on earth and you want to kiss me, I just don't get it. I'm so... ordinary!" I finished my rant, slumping myself down on the sofa.

I lay my head in my hands, finally done with everything.

"If you are anything-" Tom said, grabbing my hands "You are not ordinary. Not in the slightest." He stared into my eyes, not dropping his gaze, it was all so enchanting.

"You know people think me as some kind of prince charming?"

"Because you are!" I butted in, exclaiming violently with my hands.

"I'm really not... people seem to think of me as some romantic schmooze but on the contrary, I'm just as nervous as every other guy." Tom saw me slightly smile, and then carried on even more. "I'm serious! I can't just talk to girls and make them feel special. Especially the ones I like. It totally scares the hell out of me. For the life of me, I can't pull anything together."

Tom sat down on the sofa next to me, and placed his hands over mine, hesitating as he did so. "You aren't alone."

"It's more of I'm sure I'm supposed to be alone rather than being alone in general."

He shook his head at me, and then rested his forehead against mine. "I promise, that I'll make sure you aren't lonely. At least while I'm around, then when I'm not around I don't know what will happen." I chuckled, resting my head on Tom's shoulder.

"Told you I'm hopeless at this, didn't I?"

"I agree with you now. But I prefer you to be like this."

"Like what?"

I grinned up at him, allowing his confusion to make me laugh.

"Like Loki... so scared of girls your unsure what to do!"

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