To Let Love Destroy Us: A Tom Hiddleston Fanfic

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Marc was so happy to hear that I was finally going to take the part. He told me he was going to get in touch with Genevieve and her team and get back to me the moment he found something out. Then, he was going to take me out to celebrate. Where to? I don't know, but knowing him and his expensive taste, it was going to be somewhere pricey. Hmm, I should probably go shopping soon if that's the case.

I entered my semi-dark home, sighing softly at the feel of the cool air hitting my skin. What a difference from the scorching summer weather that was outside of this fortress of solitude. Immediately upon entry, I kick off my shoes. The relief I felt after doing so was amazing.

One of these days, I won't have to worry about standing on my feet for long periods in uncomfortable shoes. I'll be doing different things like traveling and walking red carpets. I could see it now: designers fighting over me wearing their clothing for award shows and movie premieres, makeup brushes being pushed in my face, and my own personal hairstylist.

It'll be a relief to have someone else do my hair for me. This hair of mine can become a little much at times. I lift my hand, pulling the scrunchie from my hair. My wild hair instantly flares out around my face. I bring my hands up to my hair and push them through. My fingers moved back and forth quickly against my scalp. Scalp massages were one of the best things known to man. It was so relaxing for me. It would be even more relaxing if someone else could do it. I should schedule an appointment with a hairstylist.

I drop my bag onto the couch and make my way over to the kitchen. A celebratory glass of wine is in my future. I knew not of what the future held for me this day forward, but I did know that whatever it gave me, I'd have to make the best of it.

I open the refrigerator, my eyes squinting slightly at the bright white light that poured out from inside. Down, at the bottom, was a bottle of Pinot Noir. This bottle of wine was a favorite of Marc's. I preferred Verdot. Neither was sweet and everyone would be disgusted with us if they tasted either of them. I grabbed ahold of it and closed the door. My wine glasses hung upside down from the dish rack I spent an unnecessary amount of money on. I grab one and a corkscrew.

I was never good at opening corked wine bottles. If I could, I would avoid them. Wine bottles with tops were the best possible inventions ever and I hope whoever created them is living a wonderful life. I exit the kitchen and reenter the living room. I place the bottle and glass on the table and go over to the television. Beneath it was a small box of knickknacks that I kept including a lighter.

The small black lighter was sitting perfectly on top of everything. The lighter was strictly used for candles and incense purposes only...and sometimes corked wine bottles. I turn around and make my way towards the couch only to be interrupted by a knocking.

I pause for a second. Who could it possibly be? Marc? I make my way over to the door, my brows slightly furrowed. The knocking occurred again as I reached to open the door. "Coming!" I exclaim as I unlocked the door and pulled it open.

"Grab your shoes," Tom says, barging into the house. He pauses, glancing down at the wine bottle in my hand. "Was I interrupting something?"

My eyes follow his down to the wine bottle and I examine it thoroughly. "Yes and no," I say, looking up at him. "Why do I need my shoes?" I ask. I had just taken off the ones I had on and I didn't want to go back in them. Also, I smelled like a restaurant and I was still in my work clothes. I was very much so unprepared for whatever he was on about.

Impatiently, Tom begins to walk farther into my home. "Where're your shoes?" His eyes were locked onto my closed bedroom door. Oh no. Behind that door was a mess I was ashamed of.

"Tom," I exclaim slightly as I dove over the couch and around the table to beat him to it. Just as he went to grab the door, I slid between him and it. "you don't want to go in there." I warn him. My hand moved up to grab his off the doorknob. A comforting warmth radiated off his body, making me want to stay between him and the door just a little while longer. This was the same warmth I was wrapped in a few mornings ago. I couldn't help but admit I missed it. Not aloud though.