His Precious Present

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙾𝚗𝚎

It's the Holiday season. You're on a lone trip to England, after a rough fight between you and your family. Heading onto a plane without thinking about anything, you find yourself in England with a cheap ticket. Getting off the plane, you realize you need to spend the night somewhere.

Running around from hotel to hotel you find every single one of them is booked to the brim. You get frustrated and leave the lobby of one of the hotels, with fury coursing through your head. Making you feel an overwhelming headache. You stormed out of the lobby after being told there were no more rooms left for the 10th time. Cursing the holiday season in vocally-ranging mumbles, you made your way to the well-lit chilly sidewalks of the streets of London.

Strolling through the pathway allowed your anger to slip away since you noticed all the beautifully arranged lights that lit up the street. Happy faces of people with their families, coursing over the tables at restaurants, and in and around cars. Golden and green lights painting the somewhat wet roads with smeared reflections; from the rain that had just stopped, your assuming.

For a moment you were flipped out of your intense anger and frustration with all that had happened before and after arriving in England. You were almost for a moment, calm. And at peace with your own heart. You starred at the glimmering wet stone walls that built up each store and apartment. And the twinkling lights that lit up rooms, walkways, and smiles. You kept your pace at walking while taking in the beautiful catastrophic sense of calm that filled up your heart.

You were in what seemed to be a trance while strolling through the town. So you didn't notice that you'd bumped into someone while walking to your next-to-be 'hopeless hotel'.

"Oh my goodness, I am so sorry." you apologetically let out. Blinking out of the little moment you were having with the serenity of the beauty of the streets. You looked up at the man whom you'd bumped into, and to your surprise, you noticed that you knew this man.

Oh, my god. No. you thought to yourself. This cannot be who I think it is. Tom Fucking Hiddelston?!?

You went from your embarrassed apologetic face to an, even more, embarrassed red face. The man chuckled a bit and helped you regain some mental consciousness after the collision by holding both your shoulders firmly helping you stabilize. A smile crossed his face along with a slight snicker. A kind one.

"Pretty aren't they?" he managed to follow where your eyes were before you had shot them away from the lights, onto him.

You chuckled nervously agreeing, "Yeah- yeah they are." you looked back at the lights and then again at him. You were still trying not to stare him down or anything.

"Oh right erm- I'm Tom." He dropped his hands from my shoulders and stuck one of them out for a handshake.

"I know- I mean, Y/n." You grabbed his hand and gave it a gentle up-and-down. He smiled.

"Um, I noticed you seemed a bit upset before we bumped into each other." Holy crap, he noticed me? "Is anything wrong?" He tried to shake off the last statement with a bit of a laugh to try and tone down the creep factor of him staring at you. Which you had hardly noticed because your mind was straight flatlining because literal Tom Hiddleston was standing in front of you. Talking to you.

You stuttered a bit, "oh uh- yeah. Erm, I was trying to get a hotel room for the night. I kinda ended up in London out of random. But nothing is available" you admitted.

"Oh. Are you still looking?" He seemed a bit intrigued since he raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

"Oh, I suppose." You said with a slight creeping smile. He grinned at that.