Life Is What You Make It (A Tom Hiddleston Fanfic)

Part 31: Flights of Fancy

The Race (Tom's POV)

Running into my flat, l slam the door in a rush to get to the master suite to shower and change. I shower in record time and throw on the first clothes I grab. All I can think about is getting to Mia's apartment. Bloody hell, the traffic this time of day will be terrible, but at this point I'd ford the Amazon to get to her.

As I leave the master to grab my car keys and phone, I find my guest is awake and rummaging in my kitchen.

"Tom, don't you have anything but Earl Grey?" Luke asks in a groggy voice.

Trusty Luke was my drinking buddy last night. Unfortunately since the events of the last several weeks, I've needed a drinking buddy more often than I should, and he's always been more than willing to be there for me. I forgot that my slamming of the door would wake him in the guest bedroom.

"Sorry, mate. It's Earl Grey or nothing," I say as I start to open the front door.

"Where are you going?"

"To explain to the woman I love that I'm an utter ass and then spend the rest of my life apologizing to her everyday," I say, not looking back as the door closes.

Takeoff (Mia's POV)

I close my eyes and focus on the music coming through my headphones. Though it was tough parting ways with Anna and the rest of the cast and crew, I'll be glad to be home for a little while. I have an apartment in North Hollywood, but home is really in Norco with my mom. I've already phoned her to let her know when my flight arrives.

As soon as the Fasten Seatbelt sign goes off, I recline my seat and decide to nap a bit on this leg of the flight from London to New York.

Rush Hour (Tom's POV)

I was right. Traffic is bloody terrible. I've tried to call Mia several times but it goes straight to voicemail. When I finally arrive at her apartment, I park in the first spot I find, run in the building's entrance, and sprint up the flight of stairs to her door. I try to control my emotions, but I know I'm failing.

I knock on her door but there's no answer. I try again, and I must've knocked rather forcefully because another door down the hall opens.

"Tom?"

Thank god, it's Anna.

"Anna, where's Mia?" I ask.

Anna hesitates, so I start pleading. "Anna, I need to talk with her."

"So you saw the interview."

"Part of it. I know I was wrong...hell, I was a bloody fool. Please help me, Anna," I beg.

Anna has a stern look in her eyes, but she starts to chew on her bottom lip.

"Anna, please," I beg as I start toward her. I don't know what I plan to do...maybe shake her until she comes to her senses and tells me where Mia is.

"She's gone."

"Wh...what?"

"We finished filming. She left to fly back to LA," Anna says with a sad look in her eyes.

"When?"

"About an hour ago."

I just look at Anna, hoping she will say she's made a mistake, that Mia just stepped out to the market or something. The look in her eyes tells me it's true.

As I start to turn away, Anna stops me. "She still loves you, Tom. I'm just not sure if it's enough."

I turn back to Anna. "God, I hope it is. It's got to be, Anna."  She steps toward me to take me in a hug, and before I know it, I'm crying like a man-size five year old.