We get back to the hotel from the restaurant, and I sit Kelsey down and told her everything. I had to keep her calm during every part of the story, of how Tom saved my life from the bullies, how he was my best friend.
After I was done telling her everything there was to know, she sat there, mouth opened, wide eyed.
"How come you never told me this before?" She whispers.
"Because.. I just... I just didn't want you to go all psycho me.. knowing that you love Tom and all.. and I just.." I stared at the floor, too scared to tell her the absolute truth. She was my best friend, but I just have doubts that she'll ever keep this from anyone.
"You just what, Gabi? Come on. You can tell me anything. I'm your best friend," She lowers her head, trying to catch my eye. I look away, trying not to show her that I was on the verge of crying. "I am your best friend, right?"
"I just.. didn't want yo to be my friend just because I knew Tom Hiddleston..." I set my head in my hands with shame, and can feel Kelsey looking down upon me. I start sobbing, knowing that I couldn't contain anything anymore, and feel a warm, steady hand rub my back.
"Gabi.. you have to know that I.. I would never do that.. not in a MILLION years. You're too awesome. And besides, if I had known that you knew Tom Hiddleston I wouldn't ask you any questions about it." I look up and Kelsey smiles. We take a long hug, and after that I go to the bathroom and wipe my swollen eyes.
It's getting late, and as I strip off my clothes to get in the shower I remember that Tom had given me a napkin before he left. I search my jean pockets for it, and luckily found it. On it, he had written,
Finally found you. Dinner at 7pm tomorrow? Please, darling, give me a call.
I stare at the napkin, reading it over and over, and finally look at the number given below that. I start to breathe heavily. He just asked me if I wanted to go out for dinner. But what about Kelsey? I shove the napkin back in my pocket, too many questions going through me head, and take a shower.
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I wake up the next morning, fresh, sunlight bursting through the windows. I sit upright in bed, stretching, and decide to go and get some breakfast before Kelsey wakes up.
I quietly get out of bed, and put the jeans I had on yesterday and a brand new tshirt. I put make up on, and put my hair in a ponytail, leaving a note for Kelsey that I would be back in a few with some coffee. I jog out of the room, and into the bright street.
I run into the coffee shop, and order two black coffees, and bagels. I take a seat, waiting for my order, and put my hands in my pockets. My hands lock around somthing smooth, and small, and remember that Tom wanted to call me. I pick it out of my pocket, and look at the number. I pick up my cell, dial the number, and just hope he's up this early.
