I am a secret [Tom Hiddleston]

Chapter 2

(2 months later)

I woke up with one arm lazely draped around my stomach. It was 7 o'clock in the morning, damn I have work today.

Tom's arm was around my stomach, and his head was hiding in the crook of my neck.

No, Tom and I aren't dating! We're best buddies! But it was cold last night so we both thought we could share his bed so we wouldn't freeze to death.

"Tom, I gotta go to work today. I need to get out of bed." I wispered but he groaned.

"Why do you always work, you're never home, it get's so quiet in here." he mumbled and he tightened his grip around me.

"I know, but I'm not a super hot actor who could a job anytime and anywhere." I said as I climbed out of the bed.

"I'll go bring you to work so we can have breakfast together." he said and he also climbed out of the bed.

He sleeps shirtless, but wears pyjama pants because I asked him to.

"What would you like for breakfast, darling?" he asked as he opened his closet.

"Those things I like...what did you call them?" I asked making him chuckle.

"Pancakes, I'll go make you some." he said and I walked over to my own room to get dressed.

I have gotten a job as a gym teacher for high school students, I do that from 8 am until 4 pm. After that I have a 2 hour ballet class, and then I go home to Tom.

I put my clothes on, and I made a quick ponytail in my hair.(see picture for clothes)

"You look lovely, as always. I was just wondering if you have ever considered becoming a model, because I think you could totally do that." Tom said as I walked into the kitchen.

"No, I wouldn't like that." I said as I grabbed to plates from a cabinet.

"Ah, can't you just try it for once? I can let my agent find something." he said and I sighed.

"Thomas, I do not want to be a model." I said but he grabbed my arm.

"Try it, you can't say you don't like it if you haven't even tried it." he said but I sighed.

"And what would you say if I told you I've tried it." I mumbled and he raised his eyebrows.

"I don't believe you, prove it." he said but I shook my head.

"I'm not gonna prove it! I don't even need to listen to you, you're not my parent." I said making him chuckle.

"Can you hand me two plates?" he then asked and I immediately handed him two plates.

I waited for him to place some breakfast on both our plates before bringing them to the table.

He poured a cup of tea for the both of us and he took place in front of me at the table.

"Bon appetit." he said making me smile.

"Merci." I replied and he raised his eyebrows.

"You speak French?" he asked in disbelief and I nodded.

"I can speak French, German, Dutch, English and Frieze. The last one is a language we only speak in the north of the Netherlands." I said and he nodded understanding.

"That's kinda cool, but there's one thing I want to know more about. You said you've tried modeling, why didn't you tell me?" he asked and I sighed before standing up, trying to leave the coversation.

"Mari, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to upset you, you know that." he said as he followed me to my bedroom.

"Tom, it's just a sensitive spot that I don't really wanna talk about with anyone." I said as I wiped a few tears from my eyes and looked in the mirror.