Author's note: I'm so sorry this took so long! I've been very busy with my new job and sorting out Uni. This chapter is much shorter than I hoped due to horrid writer's block, but I promise you the next chapter will be much longer, and some romance will be seen soon.
As always, reviews are welcome!
Chapter 3
Tom fell asleep around an hour later. You sighed, closing your book.
It had been a funny day after Tom woke up. He kept on distracting you when you were reading, quoting lines with Shakespearean passion and you laughing and telling him to hush.
It must have worn him out.
The sky outside was dark, and the only light in the room was the bedside lamp, shining a dim funnel of yellow through the room. You look at the clock on the wall.
10:36pm. Shit.
You've missed the last train and you didn't bring enough money to get a taxi. Walking was not an option either, not at this time at night.
But what can you do?
The staff won't let you stay here out of visiting hours. You were supposed to leave at 8pm but every time someone came to check the room, you were either in the shop or outside. Every time you came back Tom would say sleepily "you missed them again"
You look over at Tom. He looks peaceful, the glow from the lamp lighting up one half of his face. His prominent cheekbones casting a shadow on his hollow cheeks. You smile to yourself.
He begins to stir, but you don't make a sound. You just watch him.
Who would have thought that you would be sitting next to Tom Hiddleston? Even though you wish it was due to different…circumstances.
You freeze, your eyes widening in panic when you hear heeled footsteps walking down the corridor towards Tom's room.
The room you're not supposed to be in.
You need to hide.