To Let Love Destroy Us: A Tom Hiddleston Fanfic

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Lunch with Tom was nothing short of interesting. I've never been this close to a celebrity before. Let alone be invited to sit down to lunch with one. He spoke with a passion about everything and nothing at all. It was a privilege to listen to him. I learned so much but not enough about him in the two hours we sat there. Like I've said before, I didn't know much about this man. His life wasn't something I particularly needed to know about to survive. His life was his business and I respected that even if the world didn't.

He seemed to be holding up pretty well though. You know, with the whole trying to stay out of the public eye thing. If anyone caught him out, it was while he was doing everyday things like walking his dog or going to get a cup of coffee. They never saw him going on a date, never saw him doing anything scandalous like leaving a strip club. Did he even go to strip clubs? He doesn't seem like a guy that would, but then again past interviews with him would definitely make you think otherwise...

If anything was made obvious today...at least I think it was made obvious today, Tom Hiddleston was definitely single again and his friend Alex was shooting for Wingman of the Year. The number of times I watched Tom angrily whisper his friend's name or choke on his tea because of something he said was hilarious. Don't even get me started on the shades of red he became a few times. Just when I didn't think he could get any redder, he surprised me. I think he got to the shade of a firetruck actually.

I think Alex should've just let him flirt on his own. Tom's a big boy. He can handle himself. A man of his stature, of his likeness, with a voice like that, can easily get any woman they wanted without trying too hard. He had a stare that could bring a woman to her knees. Although he was a complex book to the eyes, if opened, it was quite easy to read between the lines. Him not being Tom Hiddleston: The Supergent every second of every day would be a sight to see. That's a privilege only his friends and family are allowed.

I wonder how long it'll take him to find my number. I didn't bother going through the man's contacts so I wasn't even quite sure how many people he had off in that thing. If he has it sorted by last names, it would be at the top, but if he has it sorted by first, it'll be somewhere tucked off in the middle. The amount of stress it's probably causing him. Everyone in his contacts was probably getting random text messages or phone calls. Meanwhile, my phone was pretty dry and Hiddleston free.

I lean over and grab one of the accent pillows from my couch off the floor and toss it back onto it. A small sigh slips from my lips as I bring my hands up to my hips. Jesus, it was hot in here. Was it because I was moving around for once or because ninety degrees in Los Angeles felt like the inside of an oven? I glance down at the short shorts and tank top I had on, pulling slightly at the fabric on my stomach. I'm going to go with the latter.

I make my way over to the thermostat, dialing it down to sixty-nine. The air kicked on for the second time in fifteen minutes and I could feel the heat being chased away to wherever. This humidity was brutal but it had nothing on southern humidity. Tennessee humidity wasn't nice to anyone. Imagine stepping outside into a wet, muggy heat for two minutes and immediately having to go back inside to take a shower. That's what I dealt with for 24 of 28 years of my existence. Nothing ever caught fire. It was simply a wet heat.

"I can't go back now, nothing's the same..." I sing softly to myself as I make my way over to the broom leaning against my wall. I was almost done with
cleaning my house. It was long overdue. The next stop was the kitchen and laundry. "Will you remember the way that I—" I cease my singing and turn my attention towards the heavy banging at my front door. Who the fuck was knocking like that? I slowly make my way to the door, leaning into the peephole to see.

Marcus.

I sigh softly and unlock the door. When I pull it open, he immediately walks in. "So there are rumors," He informs me. My eyes widen slightly and I bite gently at my lip. Did I get caught with Tom today? Do paparazzi photos and articles spawn that quickly? "You might've made it through to the second round of auditions." He says, turning around to look at me. I immediately smile to cover up the brief fear that I had.