When that someone comes.

Pilot

A/N: I kind of forgot about this and I'm now posting this exactly a year after announcing it, I got lazy so it's a short chapter 😜

Y/N's room was pitch black, until a body of warm, yellow light spilled into her room; slowly growing. In her sleepy trance she managed to make out where it's source was; the living room. Her door had been opened wide, the intrusion of the bright light burning her eyes. Squinting, she managed to make out the silhouette standing in the doorway that was becoming clearer and larger as it came closer. The pungent smell of beer and cheap grocery store cologne hit her senses like a truck, followed by another; the realisation that it was her stepfather. She scrambled into a sitting position, making an attempt at escape but there was nothing behind her but a wall. She could hear muffled but painfully loud and angry yelling, her stepdad holding up a fat accusing finger. She couldn't focus her hearing enough to make out what he was saying. She tried to move, she tried to shout but she just couldn't, she felt like she was hitting and yelling but she wasn't moving or making a sound at all-

She swiftly sat up in her bed, the room lit with natural light due to the curtains she forgot to close. She heard the comforting chatter of pigeons; a noise that became somewhat special to her. It took her right back to summer afternoons spent at her grandparents cottage; the tall pine trees casting shade over the driveway, the ice cream floats, being sprayed with the garden hose, childhood.

She observed her room carefully, making sure everything was how she left it. Once confirmed she lay herself back down, shuffling around to get comfortable and closing her eyes, more than ready to return to her peaceful state of res-

'SHIT!' She shot up, aggressively throwing her duvet aside and snatching her phone off the bedside table. The dreadful numbers'7:30' were displayed over her screensaver.
She made a noise of frustration, now acquainted with todays inevitable fate; she was going to be late on her first day.
Y/N rushed to her bathroom, hurriedly opening Spotify and hitting play on one of her playlists although she was wasting some of her precious time. She had no time to shower but it was alright as she had showered the night before. She pulled on her school uniform with such haste that it was a miracle none of the seams came apart, y/n did her teeth, hair and skincare as fast as she could. She was now ready to go, but not ready for her first day, nothing could prepare her for that.

7:40

She opened her bedroom door, making sure to shut it behind her hoping to prevent anyone entering her sacred space. Y/N walked out the front door, locking it behind her and leaving the key under the doormat. Nobody was there to wish her luck or say goodbye since her mother and her new husband, Dagon, were too busy attending her younger brother Henry's groups and playdates. Looking back on how her mother used to be and the relationship they used to have together before Dagon and Henry came along engulfed her in a sense of resentment, that man had ruined her life and once she was 18 she was going to move to London and leave them behind.

She stepped out of her front door, locking it behind her and taking off running. She felt self conscious of how she looked running like a madman with a full bag of books bouncing on her back.

She finally arrived causing the sense of fear she already had to be replaced with a new slightly different sense of fear. Barely anyone was walking around; that's a really bad sign, everyone must be in class. She went inside, spotting the 'No running in the halls' sign and weighing out her options... she ran down the hall deeming it as a 'life or death situation', her rushed footsteps echoing in the empty hallway. Finally arriving at what she desperately hoped was the right class, she opened the door as quietly and slowly as possible as if that might make her invisible. But no, everyone paused what they were doing to stare at her, she was like a deer in headlights as she looked all the students before looking right in front of her where her eyes were blessed by the sight of her new professor, who was also looking at her. "You're late, miss." He spoke in a kind-sounding British accent although the sternness was present too. She took a deep breath, tense due to the possibility of being yelled at. "I'm sorry professor, it won't happen again" she nodded politely, walking past him and to an empty desk. Professor opened the book he was reading from "As I was saying.." he continued his lecture.

Y/N sat down, placing her bag on the floor beside her and opening it quietly to retrieve her supplies and place them on her desk. Once she was ready she turned her attention to... Professor. Hiddleston, his name was written on the whiteboard. He was talking about writing techniques and analysing some examples. He was really, really easy on the eyes, his slightly long curly hair, his perfect beard, his tall lean figure in that suit. She realised she was staring directly at his bulge and quickly looked up at his face and felt her heart drop. He was looking directly at her, she stared back. "I asked you a question." He stated in a stern tone that caused a ball of anxiety to form in her stomach. "I-I'm sorry, could you please repeat it?" She offered a small nervous smile hoping that could defuse the situation. He shook his head "Pay attention." He shot her a soft warning glare before turning to a different student and asking them the question, robbing her of the chance to redeem herself, she knew the answer too. Her face was red hot with embarrassment, she was never able to deal with any kind of confrontation and was almost always brought to tears by it. She could feel the tears building now, over nothing. She clenched her jaw as she tried to calm herself down and convince herself nothing is wrong, it was just a small mistake. She focused as hard as she could on the lecture, taking notes diligently in hopes of a chance to redeem herself. But, he never called on her for any of the questions, she'd missed her chance. After an hour and a half Professor stopped his lecture, turning on his heel to look at the clock above the whiteboard. "Ah, it seems we've come to the end of our time. Well done everyone, I hope to see you all next time. Class dismissed." He smiled warmly.

Everyone was in the process of packing up and some had already left the classroom, but y/n just had to finish writing her notes before all the information left her head. Her eyes and brain were so focused on her page and what she was writing that she didn't notice Professor Hiddleston's gaze burning into her. Once the classroom had emptied and it was only them in the room, her still being in the focus zone. Professor Hiddleston strolled over to her, tapping his fingers on her desk causing her to look up. "Are you aware that class is dismissed or were you not listening again?" He was smiling softly, showing that he meant it in a light-hearted way but the warning was still present. "I'm sorry, Professor. I'm just trying to finish up these notes.." He moved to stand next to her causing y/n to become immediately flustered at this tower of a man over her. He placed his hand on the desk, leaning down to look closely at the paper. Her breath hitched in shock at their position, his face inches from hers. "Hmm." He stood up straight, y/n desperately hoping it was a sound of approval and looking up at him for an answer. He returned her gaze with a sparkle in his eyes. "Very good. I'm beyond pleased to see that you care about this class." She felt some sort of electric spike in her heart from the praise. He sat back at his desk as she completed her notes, finally able to dump her supplies in her backpack, swing it onto her back and leave the classroom.