Author's Note: Hey you guys! In the midst of Dead Week right now. I just recently went 35 hours without sleep, slept for 15 hours last night, and tonight is another all nighter. I wasn't going to post up this chapter, originally, until this weekend. However, I made a post on Tumblr yesterday that I tagged my fellow Hiddleswift shippers in (headfirstfearrless, swiftdisposition13, and lucasbrienke). I had asked Taylor if she liked Tom or not, and what happened is that RIGHT after the post was made she followed all three of them! It was so extraordinary Taylor has been following me for about 1.5 months now on Tumblr, and I kept telling them that their time would come eventually, and that it'll happen when you least expected and when you're not trying to get her attention (because that's how it happened with me). And the thing is, I've made SO many posts before asking Taylor is she likes Tom or not and have tagged these people in those posts before, but nothing ever happened. So when I made this post, naturally I didn't expect Taylor to even see it, let alone follow them! And they were all freaking out, naturally, and I was too! And I'm soooo happy for them! 3 So I decided to post this up early as a congratulations. So congrats Helia, Erika, and Margaret! YOU TWO BETTER BE CELEBRATING! I hope you guys enjoy this!

What? I shuddered visibly, taking in a sharp breath as my hand landed on my chest, and my breathing and heartbeat intensified slightly. "Oh my god, you scared the hell out of me!" I laughed beforeI turned my head behind and to the right from where the voice came from. There was a smile that lit my face as I gazed upon the man who spoke those words. We were nearly at the same height with the heels I was wearing tonight, but he had a few centimeters on me. For once, a man was taller than me—when I had heels on! This was a rarity! My eyes met his warm blue ones as they looked away from the exhibit and over to me, locking with my gaze. He licked his lips before smiling back at me, seeming unsure and tentative on what to say next.

"What do you think of the exhibit so far, if I may ask?" He questioned me before looking away, digging his left hand in his pocket, right hand holding his glass of white wine that he brought to his lips to take a sip of, relishing in the taste.

"I'm actually really enjoying it so far. I've always learned a lot about the Chinese culture, especially in regards to Confucius and the importance of some symbols, but I've learned so much more tonight than I ever could have imagined. I'm soaking all of these artifacts in, and the influence they've had on the pieces of clothing scattered throughout the exhibit, and I love it all. I can see how the significance of something like jade, like with this one, for example, is so strong and prominent in this year's Met Gala theme." I started, narrowing my eyes a bit in thought at the artifact. "I've been having a few song lyrics and melodies coming to me lately, and this exhibit is bringing me so much inspiration tonight for those songs." I paused, trying to gather my thoughts. "I have this beat in my head, like," I started to hum it, using my mouth to make different dubstep sounds, drumming my hands against my legs. Once I got a bit out of it, I stopped and laughed. "Sorry—this is the sort of thing that happens to me all the time." I turned my head to look at him, flashing him a grin. "I just have a song that's coming to me based on tonight that I have to write down once I get a chance." I was being the usual Taylor. Yet, somehow, I could feel deep down some nervousness starting to creep in, which wasn't like me at all. "How about you?" I turned my head, his profile in my view. I couldn't help myself as I glanced at him up and down, seeing his attire. He was dressed in an obviously tight tuxedo that flaunted his long limbs, with an even tighter white button up shirt that showed he definitely had some muscle definition under those clothes, and a black bowtie to top it off (i.e. his recent attire to the 60th London Evening Standard Theatre Awards Show). I couldn't help myself as I bit my lip for a moment before glancing back up, concentrating on his profile.

I could see a smile a smile pulling at the corner of his lips, and it was like he was taking his all not to let it surface—yet, it did. A cute chuckle rumbled out from his chest, and his head dipped back ever so slightly before he sighed aloud. If only I knew what was going through his mind at this point—him trying not to bombard her with all of his thoughts on the piece before us. "Now, I'm not an expert on women's fashion, but I'm seeing how jade is being tied into clothing through the culture and symbolic meaning through Confucius. Like I mentioned to you earlier, It represents grace and beauty, and all of these pieces of clothing that have been about the exhibition are much more different than what we're use to seeing. There's the same amount of skin being shown—yes, but the way in which the clothing is styled after represents much more elegance—like, there's a light of high neck pieces shown about. There's some black also entwined in many of these so it isn't just bright colors dominating the piece, so the jade stands out, to put even more of an emphasis on how simple can still be beautiful, yet elegant at the same time." Then the man shrugged before turning his head to me, flashing his brilliant smile my way. "But like I told you, I'm not an expert on this sort of thing."

I didn't care. I didn't care at all if he was an expert or not. Just the mess that stumbled out of his mouth—the way it all spilled out, and made sense, and how much knowledge he held on such a silly topic as fashion, but pulled it together with his knowledge on a culture. It captivated me. I swear I didn't blink a single moment he was speaking—my eyes were just wide as I listened and was blown away. And it wasn't until during this time when it suddenly hit me that I had seen those blue eyes radiating before me just earlier. I was silent for a couple of awkward moments, and it seemed like he grew nervous about me judging him, to the point to that he spoke up to snap me out of my mind. "I'm so sorry if I overwhelmed you with all of this, Miss…?" He was obviously changing the topic to make it less awkward. Oh, if only he knew my personality. He'd know it wasn't awkward at all for me, but more so that I was trying to string together where my mind was going with all of this. If only he knew he had just amazed me with his diverse knowledge.

I snapped out of my daze, shaking my head as I chuckled, "Swift—Taylor Swift. I'm sorry about that." I was always one quick to apologize after all. I was letting my nerves get the best of me. Actually, more like I was letting whomever his gorgeous creature in front of me get the best of me. Ah, how the tables have turned.

"Tom Hiddleston," He said, blue eyes piercing mine as they locked with my gaze and he took my hand, bringing it to his lips and placing a kiss on the front of my hand. And I swear his lips stayed pressed for a few seconds as his blue eyes stared so deeply into mine before he pulled away and put my hand down. He could probably see my face glowing completely red! I automatically smiled in response. "What a gentleman," I commented before shaking my head. I just had to bring it up—I couldn't hide the one thought in my head that lingered from early in the night! "I swear I saw you earlier when this first started," I stated before I immediately realized how creepy that sounded. "I mean—I swear I saw you across the room. I just recognize you from somewhere, and I can't put my finger on it. It's been bugging me!"

I could see the heat rise in his cheeks as he suddenly glanced away, leaning back and forth on his top toes for a moment as he tried to gain his composure. "Ah, I knew this would happen," Tom chuckled as he took his left hand out of his pocket and, out of a nervous habit, it lingered around his neck. "Yes, yes you're right, you have seen me before." He finally glanced back at me, his smile fading. "I saw you last year at the Met Gala, and would see from time to time throughout the night. I don't want you to take this wrong way, love, but you caught my intention." Tom paused, licking his lips as he gathered his thoughts before continuing on. "I haven't seen anyone quite like you before, really. You caught my attention—what, with your beauty, grace, and charming character. And after that I just had to figure out who you are." He seemed to wait a moment before finally wrapping up his thoughts. "It wasn't my intention to approach you tonight, Miss Swift. It just so happened that I saw the opportunity, and I finally told myself to hell with it, why not?"

Now it seemed it was my chance to finally jump in. And I didn't nowhere to begin, to say that least. "Call me Taylor," I corrected him. I couldn't help myself—a smile slowly, finally, made it across my face, and it was such a giant smile that it was clear I couldn't hide how complimented and happy I was. "Now that explains where I've seen you before! Because I saw you earlier tonight, and I just couldn't figure it out, you know?" I laughed before shaking my head. He was quite charming this one—I had to admit. I was so flattered and, now I was interested. I couldn't stop myself. There was something drawing me into him. He's so tall, and handsome as hell, rang in my head for a moment. "Thank you so much! You're too sweet!" I shook my head before glancing about hesitantly. All my friends had moved on, and I saw Karlie turn her head to glance at me for a split second before giving me a thumb up. If Karlie was giving me a signal like that—well, I know what that meant. "Why don't we continue on?" I recommended with a smile, my complete attention turned to him.

I didn't know what was going through his mind at that moment, but he seemed surprised that I'd even want to stay with him instead of going back with my group. But that also seemed to completely please him. Tom held out his arm to me, glancing at me up and down with a smirk on his face before asking, "Shall we?"

I couldn't help myself as I grinned wildly at him and grabbed onto his arm before saying. "We shall."

The whole night felt like it was too good to be true. I learned so much more about Tom that night than I could ever imagine. Hell, I even learned so much about Ancient Chinese Culture in regards to fashion that I could have taken a class on it! But I couldn't imagine it go any other way. He would offer to refill my drink like the clear gentleman he was. There were a lot of moments where I laughed so much I was brought to tears, and then so many other serious moments. With Tom, I could be my goofy self one moment, but the next actually have an educated discussion.

This night hadn't gone at all like I expected so far.

I didn't see Karlie or anyone else the rest of the night. Knowing Karlie, once everyone realized I was missing, she would have told them I was off with some guy "getting it in." They would all know she was kidding around, but really, they would know something was going on.

But the end of the night came, and it was one of those nights I didn't want to end. Before we had to exit the building and go back to the red carpet to leave, Tom made a proposition. He stood in front of me and closed the distance, leaning in so his lips were hovering just above my ear, his hand on the small of my back. His small touch like this—his hot breath on my ear—was all electric, to say the least. "Taylor, I don't know about you, but I don't want tonight to end. I've had such a…marvelous time with you. Would you maybe…?" And he paused, obviously having an inward battle with himself on whether or not he had the audacity to ask what was coming next.

My face was so furiously red, but I couldn't help but giggle as he trailed off towards the end and I leaned in and whispered in his ear, "My place." He knew—oh, we both knew what I meant by that. I pulled back and there was a visible giddy smile on his face, and that blush I was starting to love already. He kept his hand on the small of my back as he walked me out to leave the building. But we both knew what would happen if he continued to have his hand there the moment we stepped into the limelight—we knew all too well. So I didn't blame him when he drew his hand away, and we exited at separate times as the cameras flashed before us. I made it to my car first and got in the back, leaving the seat next to me open for him to crawl into. I waited for quite a while before he made it in, making sure no one noticed, and he joined me, buckling himself in and grabbing my hand.

The whole ride back was filled with laughter and whispers. Not talk of anything sexual, but actual talk about our lives and interests, and our loved ones and everything else that made up our whole being. I could connect on so many levels to Tom.

No one has to know what we do.