It's All A Bit Risky||Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Chapter 17

A/n: Hello everybody! Today is March 15, 2021. I love you. You're perfect. You're fantastic and genuinely make my day with everything you do. You set my soul on fire. Mwahmwahmwahmwahmwah

Warning: There is a pretty heated make-out sesh at the end AHAHA

Y/n looks at herself in the mirror, running her hands over her body. Anna wolf-whistles in the background on the bed of their hotel room, clutching a pillow against her stomach.

"You think it looks good?" Y/n asks.

"Um, yes!" Anna responds eagerly.

Y/n sighs and sits down on the bed. "I just want to make a good impression." The door to their hotel room opens and their eyes shoot over to the person.

"You will, darling. It's impossible for you to mess up," Tom says, walking over and hugging Y/n tightly. She sighs, inhaling his perfect scent and familiar cologne of Oud Royal from Armani Prive, a wonderful blend of woods and citrus. "Are you ready?"

Y/n nods and grabs her purse, hugging Anna goodbye. Anna slides her hand under the covers and grabs her computer, opening Wattpad. "A possible engagement could be rapidly approaching," she mumbles to herself.

Y/n and Tom get into the rental car and begin driving, Y/n extremely eager to get a good look at the UK. "So, my father's name is James-"

"Your mother is Diana, and your sisters are Emma and Sarah," she cuts him off. He blinks at her and she shrugs. "Before I met you I was a fangirl, you know this."

"It's still a little scary to me."

"Clearly you enjoy fear," Y/n smirks at him.

The rest of the drive is continued in silence and Tom makes his way ot what Y/n identifies as Oxford. "They moved out to this little village when I first went to boarding school," Tom says.

He reaches over across the console and takes her hand, stroking the back of it with his thumb. "Breath, Y/n. Everything's okay. They'll love you, I'm sure of it."

She smiles weakly at him as he pulls in front of an old townhouse home. They get out of the car and he takes her hand, intertwining their fingers as he knocks on the door. A cheerful older woman opens it and squeals in delight. "Tom!" She exclaims, hugging her son tightly.

She turns to Y/n, who bashfully smiles. "You must be Y/n. Welcome in, dear!" She hugs Y/n tightly, much to her surprise. "Come in, come in. Dinner is cooking right now." Y/n and Tom enter the cozy cottage and take off their coats, hanging them up on the rack.

"You look beautiful, dear," Diana compliments. 

"Thank you so much, Mrs. Hiddleston," Y/n responds.

"Diana, I insist. Maybe one day you can even call me Mum," she winks at Tom, who closes his eyes in feign annoyance, but a flicker of a hopeful smile dances across his lips. Y/n's eyes grow wide and Diana laughs. "I'm kidding!" She turns her back and begins walking into the dining room and Y/n catches the add-on of her sentance. "Hopefully not, though."

Tom's father, James is sitting at the dining room table with his two other daughters, Emma and Sarah. They all stand up and smile at Y/n, who smiles back. "James. It's lovely to meet you, sweetheart," James introduces, shaking her hand.

"I'm Emma, and can I say it's great to finally meet you after how much Tom talks about you?" Emma says, hugging Y/n warmly.

"I'm sure he doesn't talk about me that much," Y/n chuckles.

"You'd be surprised. I'm Sarah," Sarah says, hugging Y/n as well.

"It's really lovely to meet all of you. Tom talks about you a lot and how much he misses you all," Y/n says, sitting down.