Running From You - Tom Hiddleston Fan Fiction

Darkness - Tom

She is so beautiful, 5ft 8, hazel coloured shoulder length wavey hair with coppery undertones, striking green eyes, slim but with a very toned physique, legs that went on forever and that smile. She took my breath away the moment she burst into that office, I was hooked like a drug addict. I couldn't get enough of her, but here I was afraid that she was going to end it with me.
The way she'd been so short on the phone, I was dreading seeing her, but I also wanted to see her, I needed to get my fix.

There she was, glistening in the late afternoon sun light, but she looked so upset. I walked over to her,

...........

I didn't want this to end, but I knew she was right, there would always be someone somewhere with a camera. Why do those words always come back to haunt me,

'I don't want to live my life on a front page'...

The same had happened with Taylor. That is the worst part about becoming famous, you loose alot of yourself to people you've never even met, they suddenly think they own a part of your life. Even though Taylor lived the life already, the constant attention just drew a wedge between us. I loved Taylor, but not like I love Becca, she was everything. She over took every waking moment, even when I closed my eyes I can still see her. Those emeralds burning into my soul. She was like my oxygen and I needed her.

Then she was gone... She walked away and I just watched her.

I let her go, I can't believe I did that. I didn't fight for her. I should have said more, followed after her, but I was frozen in place.

Once she was out of sight I pulled out my phone as I was walking towards the national maritime museum, back to the car and thought about calling Andrew, there must be something I can do to stop the press following us. I needed her back.

Jeff was there waiting with Bobby and he went to speak then thought better of it and sighed. Bobby was wiggling his bum when he saw me. I needed his comfort and friendly companionship right now. I put Bobby on the back seat and I climbed in next Jeff, I usually sat in the front when I wasn't attending an event or going to meetings. Jeff cleared his throat, "home sir?"

"Yes please Jeff, and please stop calling me sir, you've been working for me for two months now "

"Sorry Tom... I'm guessing it didn't go well?"

"No... The press is too much pressure for her and the children... Archie got in a fight with another kid at school about what was in the papers. I'm guessing defending his mum. They're such lovely kids Jeff, I just want to protect them and Becca. I've never had this feeling before"

Jeff was so easy to talk to, he was becoming a good friend even if he was an employee.

"Do you mind me asking what your going to do?"

"I don't know... I need to speak to Andrew"

We headed home and I called Andrew and asked him if he was free to come round to talk about what we can do about the press. I had to try, I couldn't not be with Becca. I loved her and I knew she loved me.

It took about thirty minutes to get home, I did think about calling Becca especially after going up in the lift remembering what we'd done there and then in my hall way. That first time we'd kissed, it was like a fire ignited in me and only she could quench it. It only ever went out to embers though waiting to be sparked again by her presence. The ember's had started in that office when she brushed my finger. I know she felt it too, it was like electricity passing through us.

Andrew should be here soon... I'll have a drink whilst I wait and poured myself a large scotch. Fuck what was I going to do?

Jeff burst in through the door...