Tom Hiddleston Oneshots

Regarding Her

Tom's POV

Premier nights are always chaotic. There were screams of joy and camera flashes as I open the car door. I thanked the driver as I climbed out and greeted my screaming fans. Luke courted me towards the cameras, my fans screaming about with their phones, cameras, posters with my face on it and Sharpies. I greeted my fans, taking pictures with them and signed their precious posters and other stuff in a hurry. 

 I moved almost on autopilot. I had to turn off my brain and let the night take me where it would. The noise of the screams, the flashes, and the excitement could panic even the sanest person, and this event was no different. The only difference was my girlfriend of a few months was supposed to be beside me.      

 Luke had become impatient, 'Tom, hurry up, please. We don't have much time. You have loads of interviews and two photocalls to attend.'   

'Be right there!' I said as I quickly finished a message for a fan. Luke then decided to drag me into the photocall. My mind wanders off to my girlfriend Edith, fifty minutes into the premier, Edith is no where to be seen. 'Luke, where's Edith?' I asked. 'I don't  know, I sent a car for her.' Luke said with a shrug. 

Anxiousness settled well before me and negative thoughts are bubbling inside me. What if something happened to her? Is she lost? Where is Edith? A part of me is trying to calm me down. She won't be lost, her car is right behind me. Maybe she's stuck in traffic, but as much as I remember, there wasnt any traffic on my way to the premier. 

'Did she ring your phone? What about mine?' I asked, feeling a little uneasy by her absence. Luke dug his phone and mine out and shook his head. As another interviewer tugged on my sleeve, trying to pull me in front of another television camera for a chat, I quickly ordered, "Find her for me please. Get her here."  

*

The worst phone call a man can receive, I got, in front of thousands of people with a smile plastered on my face. My mobile vibrated in my hand after Luke disappeared to track down Abby as I'd asked him. Against my better judgment, I looked at the caller ID, and excused myself to answer it.  

My girlfriend of a few months was missing, and I was concerned about her, her nerves, her flightiness, her ability to be distracted easily. When my phone vibrated with her incoming call, I decided that I had to answer it.  

'Edith?'

'Sir?' The phone scalded my palm as a cold professional voice calling from my Edith's mobile stated, "I'm calling about Edith Davies." 

Utter confusion and anger invaded my body. I glanced at my phone to make sure that it was a call from Edith's number. Another man was calling from her mobile, and I immediately froze in place, my back up in high alert.

'Who is this?' I couldn't temper or control the suspicion at the heart of the question, the demand. Another man called me from Edith's phone. My stomach wanted to reject the light meal that I had right before putting my tux on for this event. 

'Sir, I apologize for contacting,' The man replied. 'I'm Dr. Harris. Do you know Edith Davies?'

A doctor? The jealousy marring my thoughts couldn't reconcile the idea of Edith with a doctor. Had she been making a fool of me with a doctor? On automatic, the tone strained, almost disconnected from the emotions I felt for her, 'Yes, I know her.'

'Look, sir, I apologize. I didn't know who to contact. I'm assuming you are her boyfriend, husband, significant other?'  

'Boyfriend.' I said in a hurry. 

'Ah, I was looking for next of kin, mother, father, sister or brother,' The doctor explained apologetically.

'She doesn't have- What is this about?'