Running To You - Tom Hiddleston Fan Fiction

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Oh my life, I hate being late. Why did it have to be today Archie's teacher wants to talk to me of all days. I mean I knew my boss wouldn't be too cross as he had kids of his own, so he was late into the office sometimes and was always understanding if I had to call in that Archie was throwing up everywhere or Olivia had a raging temperature so I couldn't come in that day.

This wasn't about Archie though for why his teacher wanted to speak with me. She told me that Archie came into school quite upset a few days previous and had told her yesterday why, after he'd given in and told her. He was just like me, stubborn as hell.

It was me, I was the reason he'd been upset at school. He had heard me crying at night after I got the news from his father that his new girlfriend was pregnant and he didn't think he'd be able to take the kids every weekend now.

I wasn't upset that he'd knocked her up, or that this was the final nail in whatever love we'd had between us. It was those words, "I can't have the kids every weekend now".

His girlfriend was a bitch and never liked the fact Dave already had children. But how can a father do that, Archie adored his dad and Olivia was daddy's little girl.

Recently I had notice them become more distant when it came to their dad picking them up on a Friday evening. Archie had made excuses that he hadn't done his homework and didn't want to get behind with school so could his dad pick them up Saturday morning instead. Olivia agreed with her brother which never happened.

I didn't really realize what was happening with their relationship with their dad until he'd said those words. Kids pick up on stuff and since his new bird had moved in with him the kids were less and less excited to see him every weekend.

To think that he didn't want to spend time with his own children. It was like he was replacing them. Just what I'd feared would happen when he'd gotten someone pregnant. Especially after he'd told me he didn't want any more children and I did.

I told Miss Patterson the news I'd received about their father not wanting to take them every weekend now and that's why I was upset for them and that I would talk to Archie tonight about it. I was more upset that he hadn't come to me, maybe he felt he didn't want to upset me more.

Anyway now I was 15 minutes late and this meeting was starting at 9am sharp, it was super important for the company and I was worried today that Mr Alans might not be so patient with me being late. I still had to get across London on the tube. If I'd had my runner gear on it probably would have been quicker if I'd just legged it.

Today was a big day at work. There had been a stir in the office for weeks, a big new famous client was coming in for a meeting with Mr Alans, my boss. I was the office receptionist and as his PA had suddenly had to start her maternity leave (she wasn't due for 3 months but baby decided to make a very early appearance) and they hadn't filled her position yet, I had practically taken the role over, when needed of course. Today I was definitely needed for taking the meetings notes.

No one quite knew who it was as his privacy was of the up most importance.

The office girls had been discussing who it could be. The only info we had was that he lived in the area. I mean there's alot of famous men that live in North West London. Our building was situated in Kensington and the business had been in Mr Alans family for 6 generations being passed from eldest son to eldest son.
He was a good boss and I'd enjoyed my extra time with him lately as it gave me a chance to talk kids with someone other than my mother. The other girl in the office that had children didn't want to talk about them much. Her time at work was her time away from her family and she wanted to take advantage of that, which was fair enough.

I hated the tube and today it made me even more uncomfortable being jostled around when I was in a fluster.

A few times guys had pretended they'd stumbled when they rubbed their dick into my side or ass because of how packed the tube was. Not alot I could really do as my tits had once knocked into an old ladies face. It's why I couldn't stand it, being cramped in a sweaty BO filled carriage was torture.

Finally the train pulled into West Kensington station and I was off that train like a bullet. Weaving in and out of the crowd with my back pack strapped tightly on.
Run up the stairs two at a time, serving the business man coming down the wrong side of the stairs. Why was there always one. Through the station taking a left outside down to Chesson road.

I burst into the office... Chuck my bag behind my desk, grabbed my note book, pen and glasses and flew up the stairs to the conference room.

Mr Alans is sat at the long conference table looking towards the door. I couldn't see anyone else in the room as the blinds are half closed over the full glass windows. So I burst in through the door assuming the client isn't here yet.

"I'm so sorry I'm late sir, Archie's teacher needed to speak to me and the tube was a nightmare and". Mr Alans clears his throat whilst looking at someone who was sat behind me with their back to the closed blinds.

Shit, I didn't think anyone else was here. I spun round to make my apologies to the client who then stood. If I wasnt already breathless from my panicked lateness, he still would have taken my breath away.

6ft 2 maybe 3 stood tall in an obviously designer fitted blue suit, white shirt and straight cut trousers, the top 3 buttons of his shirt undone, wavy short brown hair slicked backed, with blue/grey eyes and probably late 30s early 40s, dreamily gorgeous and slim but very toned. His smile and giggle knocked me back as he looked at me quizzically.

He raised a hand "no need to apologise to me" he said with a sexy as hell posh English accent and sly smile. He was looking me up and down. Then focused on my feet. Damn it! I hadn't changed out of my battered old trainers. I had my office shoes stashed in my bottom desk draw. What a great impression I must be making.

2 more gentlemen entered the office, one was his publicist and the other his agent, taking their seats closer to Mr Alans.

Again Mr Alans cleared his throat, "well now we're all here shall we get started?".
"Fine by me" the handsome, drop dead gorgeous guy said whilst brushing past me to take a seat at the table.

I took my seat opposite, ready with my note book and the meeting started.

The client was here to set up a personal insurance policy as his new contract with a film company had told him he needed to and our insurance company had been recommended by a friend of his agents.

Usually we wouldn't have meetings like this just to set up a client's policy but because of who it was for and the amounts of money and details involved Mr Alans had requested a face to face meeting to iron everything out.

After all it was a very unique policy and the first for the company. Mr Alans was hoping this would lead to other high profile clients.

I was doing my best to concentrate on what was being said whilst taking diligent notes, but every time I looked up, I caught him looking at me with a strange look. I hadn't seen it in a while but it was like he couldn't stop himself from staring at me with a flirty look in his eyes.

I started to fill in the paperwork, Mr Thomas William Hiddleston...