This was in serious need of a rewrite. This was the first one shot I ever made about Tom and it made me cringe every time I looked at it, so here is the new updated version.
Molly's POV
"Hips do not lie, Mol. They just don't" my best friend Tom argued with me.
"Of course they do. Mine lie all the time. Just last week they told me that if I ate all those desserts you brought me that I wouldn't gain not one pound. Yesterday I weighed. Gained two."
"You gained two pounds of sarcasm." he grumbled, turning the iPod off and therefore silencing Shakira and her blatant lies that Hips Don't Lie.
"Watch it Hiddleston. I know where you live." I threatened making him break out into that mega watt smile and roll his eyes at me.
This was the gist of our relationship. Things weren't ever really heavy with us. Neither of us could ever be serious, not when the tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife. I think all the tension was on my end though. Tom sat there relaxed and happy and I sat beside him, head over heels in love with him and his stupid face. You take two people that use humor to deal with things and you get a good time and nothing gets resolved.
"Kiss my arse." he mumbled, standing from our couch in our shared home and grabbing up our obliterated snacks. A pack of oreos, a jar of peanut butter and two sleeves of Chips Ahoy had just been massacered in our living room. There were empty cups of green tea (his) and an empty can of Arizona Sweet Tea (mine). My family shipped them to me so I'd never run out since I didn't live in the states anymore.
We shared a flat in London where Tom was from and where I was currently working as an aid to his manager, Luke. Tom Hiddleston, the famous actor, my best friend and constant pain in my ass. Not only did I have to work with him, I had to live with him. Fun times.
"Bring that fine ass over here and I will." I teased "Careful though. You just might like it."
He rolled his eyes, coming back from the kitchen and crashed back on the couch. His sock covered feet rested atop our glass coffee table. Leave it to Hiddleston to look great in a pair of sweatpants and a Thor shirt. His bromance with his costar Chris was almost too much to handle. If I didn't know that Chris was happily married I might be worried about the two of them. That and the fact that every week Tom had a new lady on his arms. That was enough to induce vomiting.
"Molly, you are a real wanker, you know that?" he teased.
I grinned and curled myself up into his arm and laid my head on his chest. He didn't know how much I needed this. It was painfully obvious that he saw me as only a friend. I tried to keep the awkwardness to a minimum so I kept my feelings at bay. I'd never tell him I was in love with him and life would go on being simple. The little touches like this, here and there, they kept me going. As for Tom, well, this guy right here was the reason the world went around. I literally believed he kept it spinning just with his smile.
"You love me and you know it." I said looking up at him causing another eye roll but then a soft kiss atop my head.
"God knows why, but I do." he said taking in a deep breath and blowing it out.
I took this opportune moment to sink my teeth into a small spot above his chest, inches above his nipple. It was a joke and a fun game, but I was craving more from him. In this instance, a playful, friendly nibble was all I could get.
"Bloody hell!" he screamed, holding his hand over his chest and shoving me to the floor. I was curled over snorting with laughter.
"You'll pay for that Molly Gilbert." he said, giving me a menacing stare, what I liked to call his 'Loki Look'. I knew then that I was in trouble. A grumble rolled through him and he shot me a demented smile.
