Before The After (Tom Hiddleston Fan-Fic)

Chapter 8

Tom's POV

It wasn't very long before Mark pulled up in my car, an umbrella in his hand as he examined Kate and I. His eyes immediately flew to our intertwined fingers before he looked up at me. I smirked, ignoring him as I ushered Kate into the car. She slid in, watching me intently. I only smiled, knowing there was no need for words.

ZachMark must've sensed we were up to something, his glances in the rearview mirror reflected the exact look my mother used to give candidatesy sister's and I when we were being mischievous. I draped an arm around Kate's shoulder as she looked out the window, playing with my fingers absent-mindedly.

Though I'd been hoping that she would accept my offer to come back to my flat, now that we were, I was terrified. Was this what she really wanted? We're we moving too fast? We'd only just met this morning, but I felt like I'd known for her for years... I wished that I had. Was she using me? Trying to use my image for some of her own personal gain? Would this relationship ship even last, if it could even be called a 'relationship'. I knew she felt a connection, we'd already established that.

I turned my gaze back towards Kate who was dozing off on my shoulder, her small ha d wrapped around my thumb. I chuckled, pulling her closer.

She was a gorgeous woman. Incredibly intelligent and talented with a good deal of self-confidence, but enough humility. She was flawed, of course, but I think that's what I loved the most. I studied a scar to the right of her left eye, darker than her caramel tone. Yes, it was, it is our flaws that make us who we are. Physical, mental... psychological.

I traced a pattern on the back of her hand and she stirred, making me stop. I looked back up to Mark who was pretending to watch the road.

Scots, he thought. They were charming but incredibly stubborn.

"Ask." I said quietly, knowing my deep voice would wake Kate if I wasn't quiet enough. "Well, go then."

Make quirked an eyebrow, his square jaw clenching. "Ask what?" He replied, his voice betraying his true interest.

I smiled. "You are the most horrible liar, Mark. Will that ever change?"

He rolled his eyes. "I defend the title mightily." I laughed and waited for him to continue. He shifted in his seat.

"Wasn't she the photographer at the shoot?" I nodded. He didn't say anything.

"Don't think that's a little too cliche, do you?" I asked, dreading his answer. Mark, when he was truthful about how he felt, was painfully honest.

Mark shrugged. "Yeah... it kind of is. But, I mean, if you like this girl--"

"Which, I do." I interrupted, earning an amused look from Mark.

"--right, then who gives a rat's ass? It's your life, man. Don't waste it by trying to please others and all that. You know that's overrated?" He asked. I sighed.

"Yeah. I know."

Mark smiled. "Good."

"I just don't want to mess it up." I admitted, making sure that Kate was still asleep. Thankfully, she was.

Mark's green eyes softened as he exited, stopping in front of a red light.

"I don't think anyone starts off a relationship wanting to ruin it, Tom."

I leaned back into the seat, my eyes closing. I clutched Kate to me, holding on for dear life.

"Yes. But I don't think anyone starts a relationship that they know they will ruin."

Mark actually laughed. "Simple. Just don't ruin, and you'll be fine."

Easier said than done, I thought warily.

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Okay so here part one of this chapter eight. Sorry I haven't updated in a while... been mega busy. Lol. I hope you all are still interested and are still going to comment. What should Tom and Kate do once.they get to Tom's flat? ... your comment will sort of decide that:)

-britween<3