Are you following me Mr Hiddleston? (A Tom Hiddleston Fanfiction)

Chapter 18

Warning! The following chapter might be triggering for some people

Margot paid the taxi driver and got out onto the path. She looked up to Charlie's flat entrance as she heard the taxi drive away. She had no idea what his excuse or reason for completely ghosting her all this time was, but she intended to find out the full story. 

She straightened out her coat before she began to walk up the steps to the entrance. She noticed there was a potted plant next to the main door. She had no idea what kind of plant it was, but she knew that it was green with little pink flowers. She didn't really spend too much time looking at the rest of the street around her as her attention turned to the intercom. It was located just off to the right side of the door on the wall. Margot quickly scanned over the names for Charlie's. He was the ninth person down. She pressed the button without hesitation and waited for an answer. 

"Hello? Margot?" Charlie's voice came over the intercom, which had a slight crackling sound to it as well.

"Yes, hello Charlie!" Margot said clearly and closely for him to hear.

"Come on up, I'm on the second floor. Fourth from the lift on the left." Charlie then buzzed Margot in.

Charlie hated the ground floor and was lucky enough to get the second floor flat. Although he had hoped to get a higher floor, but the third flat at the time (the second from the top floor) was snapped up, before he could put a down payment on it. Also, he had been living in the same flat since he moved out of his parent's place. He even one time almost moved in with an ex girlfriend, he was in the process of packing when they got into a huge argument, the argument ultimately led to their breakup. However he has had a couple of other girlfriends who moved into his flat. He didn't want a repeat of almost moving out to never making it out the door. Although he had thought about moving a few times after all the memories he'd rather forget, but for the opposite reasons he's never had the courage to move.

Once Margot was stood outside of Charlies flat she found herself staring at the closed door. Her hands started to get clammy and her throat was drying out. She felt awkward standing there as she felt her confidence slowly drain from her. After all what would she say to Charlie? They hadn't spoken in some time. 

At least five minutes had past whilst she remained stood outside his door. What she didn't know is that Charlie knew she'd been there this entire time and he was giving her some space. Charlie knew her enough but not as much as he'd like, also he knew this was his last chance to change her mind. Before he crept over to the door he checked over his appearance in the mirror on the wall nearby. He brushed his hand over his hair carefully to make sure it looked in the correct place, and he scratched his beard whilst examining it, as he trimmed his beard earlier that morning. He needed a last check to see if it was even. Lastly he pulled the hem of his grey shirt down making it look more presentable and gave himself a quick pep talk. Then Charlie made his way over to the door. Margot gasped to herself as she saw Charlies shadow underneath the door, but Margot had very little time to do much else as the door before her opened, it revealed Charlie smiling at her. His smile quickly faded when he saw her anxious facial expression.

"Mags, are you alright?" Charlie asked cautiously as his brows knitted together.  

"Yeah, sorry I-I...how are you?" Margot couldn't think of anything to convince him otherwise and thought it was best to just make it his turn to speak again.

"I'm good. Come." Charlie's smile returned and he grabbed her hand to lead her in side.

He closed the door behind them and walked her over to the sofa. Margot did not struggle out of his grip as she just let him guide her, despite the clammy-ness of her hand. Then Charlie sat her down on the faux leather dark brown sofa. Next Charlie went into the open plan kitchen and began to make them some tea. It took Margot most of the time he was in the kitchen to recover and when Charlie returned with their mugs she felt more in control again.