We Invented Love (a Tom Hiddleston Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

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First Meeting

1991- December 21st

It was 5 o'clock in the evening and a 10-year-old Thomas was being forced to do his reading. He had a whole two weeks home from school, and he was being forced to read four days before Christmas. He had only walked into the kitchen to find out what the delicious smell was, it had turned out to be roast dinner; his favourite in the winter months, but when he had walked towards to old agar, and his mother had caught him and thrust his reading book in his face. It was the Jungle Book, his father had recommended it to him as he loved the film, but now he was dreading the prospect of reading all three hundred and however many pages of the novel.

As he walked down the hallway to reach the living room, he was thinking about what he might be getting for Christmas. The Christmas tree was in one corner of the room, stretching high up into the ceiling and the mountain of presents beneath it enticed him to dream of the sound of ripping wrapping paper when he finally got the satisfaction of opening his present. He ambled into the living room to find it was not empty, as he as hoped, but sat with her nose pressed up to the screen of the television, was his younger sister Emma. He had completely forgotten his five year old sister had her friend round for tea today: Evie. Emma had been bouncing for weeks to have her closest little friend finally come round for tea, and his mother had specially made the family favourite for this new little girl.

But, he could see his sister- so where was Evie? She wasn't sat with his sister, but the pair was almost inseparable, so she couldn't have wandered far. As he went to sit down in the corner of the enormous sofa that was stationed in the centre of the wall facing the roaring fire, he noticed a little bundle sat reading a book. He hadn't ever actually met his sister's friend, but he knew all about her-his sister had caught the non-stop-talking bug that infected all children on their fifth birthday, and Emma's favourite subject was her dear friend Evie. He had heard that she was a little girl with long gangly limbs, Emma's exact description had been that "she looks like a giraffe, only she has a human nose I suppose"- his sister had always been a flatterer.

He could only make out the small body that sat there unmoving reading her book; she had a little body from what he could make out from the outline of the huge fur blanket she was snuggled under, and he could see her little stick like fingers clutching the pages of the book that had clearly been read over-and-over until the memories of the book held a longer tale than the pages themselves documented. He approached her from the side, his sister not even noticing him stalking towards her friend. Evie had sat in his place, and with his childish indignation, he wanted it back. Of course, it wasn't as though she knew that, but she would soon.

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Evie had been invited round for dinner at Emma's house, and she remembered squealing with delight. She had forgotten five minutes later though, she was only four, and she had just started school, she had her phonics to practice and her reading to do. With four older brothers, Evie got used to needing a little time to herself to do something quiet. She was always read a story before bed, but when she started school she was always too tired to wait for her father to walk up the stairs and read to her. In order to keep reading, Evie found she had to start reading for herself, and she had taught herself to read from listening and talking. Picture books had helped, and where admittedly her favourite, but now she also liked to read books without pictures sometimes. She couldn't say some of the words, but she still knew what they meant.

When she had arrived earlier, she and Emma had talked non-stop for about two hours, well Emma had talked and Evie had half listened, she wasn't used to trying to have her voice heard, she learnt more by listening, and her brothers making fools of themselves was always entertaining, even for a four-year-old who had an undeveloped sense of humour. She had brought her book with her, not particularly out of choice, more because she had left it in the car the night before, and was still holding it when she arrived, so she now had something to entertain herself with whilst Emma watched Sleeping Beauty. Evie did like the film, but Aurora didn't have a lot to say, and Aurora was asleep for most of the film, so Evie found it a little boring, and selfish too, she was given her own film, and she couldn't be bothered to par-take in it.