To Let Love Destroy Us: A Tom Hiddleston Fanfic

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I should leave. I should get in my car right now and just...drive off. Would they notice I left? Tom probably would. Would he come after me? Probably. He knew my phone number, where I lived, and where I worked. Avoiding him would be a challenging feat. I'd have to change my number, quit my job, and pack up for me to be completely free of the man who is Tom Hiddleston.

Then again, with his relentlessness and status, he'd probably find me then as well. Would he even be that dedicated to chasing after me? There will be another girl his eyes are set on by then. I'm sure of it. Perhaps I'm being dramatic? Tom had texted me a few times in between auditions but I didn't answer them. He was concerned about me.

Should we talk after the auditions?

Did I do something wrong?

Keira.

Should I turn off his alerts? I should probably turn off his alerts. "Hey, Keira?" Katie said from the door. I looked up at her with lifted eyebrows. "We're ready for you," She tells me. I jump to my feet, gathering my things in the process. I quickly walk toward the door, squeezing my way by her.

Immediately upon entering the room, Tom and I's eyes met. He moves to sit up in his chair, his hand shooting up to fix his glasses. A soft, reassuring smile appears on his lips as I approached the empty chair he sat in front of. His leg bounces slightly, telling me that he was anxious. Surely he wasn't nervous about the reading. Maybe it was the text messages I ignored. Maybe he was nervous because of that.

"Hey, Keira, how are you?" Genevieve asks, forcing me to acknowledge her.

"Good, you?" I reply.

I move to sit across from the anxious Brit, my gaze moving to the floor. I knew I was going to have to look at him the moment the audition started, but as for right now, I did not want to. "We're good, thank you." She responds in a happy tone. "So, the scene is the AA meeting. It is the first time Cameron and Michael meet. What we're looking for from you would be angst and reluctance. Can we do that?" Genevieve asks.

I glance at the casting director and give her a quick nod. "We'll read the part of the counselor for you to make things flow better." She notifies me. The room falls silent so they wouldn't dive straight into the script. I took a deep breath as I tried to get myself into character.

"We have a new person with us tonight. Everyone, give Cameron a warm and supportive welcome." Everyone in the audition room chimes in on welcomes. Tom is the very last to say it. I give a slight nod, pressing my lips into a thin line. From my understanding, Cameron wasn't a social person. I mean, she could be in the right situation, but that was only when drinking was involved—which is what got her here. "Can you tell us about yourself and why you are here? I want us to be able to help you however we can while you're with us. However, that may be."

I move to prop my left leg up in the chair I was seated in and wrap my arms around it. "My name is Cameron. I'm here because I am an emotional drinker." I glance around the room. "I, uh, tried to harm myself the last time. So I was recommended to come here." The room was silent for a while. I drop my leg and place my hands in my lap. "Don't think this is going to help but—"

"Then why are you here?" Tom says, grabbing my attention.

"Mike—"

"Why are you still here? You've been here a year." I ask, cutting off the counselor. Tom and I lock eyes. I mentally hear myself taking a deep breath. His eyes weren't those of the character he was supposed to be portraying. Instead, it was him truly looking at me. His eyes were full of concern. The casting crew could not see this. If they did, they weren't acknowledging it.