Stardust and revelations [Tom Hiddleston]

Chapter 2

While walking to Nando's I kept thinking that I should turn around. There's no way in hell I'm going to meet everyone being in this state of mind, but then yet again, going back to an empty flat wasn't the way to go either.

I sighed as I reached my destination and opened the door only to reveal the whole cast and a smiling Robert that was making his way to me with his arms wide open. He hugged me and whispered

"You'll be okay. They don't bite."

I extended my hand and everyone literally ran to me and gave a group hug while saying their names. It was like I just entered the mental hospital. I just laughed it off and took my seat next to Robert. We ordered our food and beverages and while we were waiting everyone started asking me questions.

"One at a time guys. Don't scare our photographer off"

They asked my age, where I am from, what's my degree and if I am a Marvel fan. They were also quite interested in my personal life, but as Robert signed them they all kept quiet.

"It's okay Robert, really. I mean they have a right to know things about me. We'll be on the same tour for quite a while. Questions are bound to appear out of thin air."

"I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. "

"I am not. You guys are pretty awesome to be honest. I never expected this. Thank you for making me a part of your Marvel family. I'm honored." I said while getting up on my feet and making a little bow.

"We are so keeping this one close to us. Aren't we fella's?" A semi drunk Chris Evans asked.

They all nodded in agreement.

Just as we were about to start eating I heard the front door slam and a British accent saying

"I am so sorry for being late guys. My car broke down and I had to walk all the way here, because I forgot my phone at home and I couldn't call a taxi to pick me up"

It could be? No it  couldn't possibly be...

"Clarrisa I want you to meet Tom Hiddleston. The original Loki." Robert said while I looked like I was a "deer" caught in the headlights of a really handsome and tall "truck".

I extended my hand to shake his but instead he took my hand, kissed it and smiled widely at me.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Clarrisa"

"Likewise Mister Hiddleston"

"Oh no! Please call me Tom"

This was so Tom. Him being sorry and kissing a ladies hand. He was the true definition of the word gentleman.

"Robert called me and said that they were in London and that he would like me to meet someone. He also said something about making that someone's day a bit better by just my presence. I am sorry I am not properly dressed as I was running around town for my new role, but I promise you Clarrisa that next time I will be more prepared darling."

I think my brain fainted, or my heart, or maybe both? No! I am pretty sure I am brain dead. I couldn't move. I couldn't talk. I smiled like a retard and just mentally cursed myself. He noticed the fact that I froze and put his hand on my waist guiding me back to my seat. He even pulled out my chair. Hiddleston you son of a gentleman. Stop being so nice.

He took a seat right next to me and looked at me for 5 seconds. I swear I saw him blush as he turned to face the others and engage in a conversation with them

"How are your spirits now Clarri?"

"Way better, but you shouldn't have Robert."

"Ohh but I had too. You needed it. Tom was okay with it right from the start. I haven't told him the story of your dog, because he agreed like after just one second." He said while laughing.

Tom turned to me as he heard what Robert told me.

"What story darling? I'm sorry, but Robert here kept me in the dark."

"The dark my ass, British charmer." Said Robert in a playful tone and turned to face Chris Evans.

"Uhmmm. It's not that important. "

"It must be if Robert called me after meeting you. He doesn't do that for just anyone."

"I had a dog, a Labrador, actually a black Labrador called Loki" at this point I swear that my face was burning, but his blue eyes looked into mine with such interest that I had to continue my story.

"He died 2 days ago. A car ran him over. He's been my best friend for 6 years and I lost him. Robert asked me about it and told me that he knows how to lift my spirit. I was thinking more in the "I'm getting you a duckling" kind of a way, not "call Tom Hiddleston and drag him all the way to Nando's" way, but I guess he wanted my spirits to go way up." I said while chuckling. He giggled and just looked at me for a second or two.

"I'm sorry to hear about your loss. I bet he was an amazing dog, as amazing as his owner is. Time will lift your spirits up, though I'm kind of honored that I can lift your spirit "way up" as you put it."

"I never wanted to come across as a crazy fan, but your Loki interpretation was amazing. My dog had a bit more mischief in him that I wanted him to, thus the name. He reminded me a lot of your character."

He then did his signature laugh and I swear to God I was about to fall off my chair from the fits of laughter he caused me.

We talked for the rest of the evening. We laughed, joked, talked about hobbies and music, film and theatre.

When it was the time for me to leave, Tom got up and offered to fetch me a taxi, but I refused him. That's when I found out that the man doesn't take no for an answer. He followed me outside while waving to his friends good-bye and asked me where I live.

I told him the address and he got in the taxi with me.

"Aren't you supposed to go home as well Tom?"

"I am, but first I'm going to do my duty as a man and escort you to the entrance of your house, before I head off to mine."

This man will be the death of me. The way he said it and the way he looked at me as he said it made me want to jump his bones off. How on Earth can someone stand next to Tom and not feel the need to touch him, kiss him?

I was blushing and so I turned my face towards the window to look outside. I felt his hand taking mine.

"I had a nice time tonight Clarri, but perhaps next time it could be just the two of us?"

"Are you asking me on a date Thomas?" I said while the wine I just had took control over my body and brain cells.

"Perhaps I am, Clarrisa." He said seductively inching closer to me.

Instead of what I thought he would do, he kissed my head and as that happened, the taxi driver told us that we reached our first destination.

He paid the driver and draped his jacket over my shoulders while guiding me in the direction of my flat.

"Robert told me that you are their photographer for the press tour."

"Indeed I am." And suddenly Tom's happy face was no longer present.

"What's wrong Tom?"

"That means that you'll be leaving in 2 days and that I won't have enough time to take you out on a date before you leave."

"Tom you just met me. Give it a while and I know for sure that you'll run for the hills when you'll get to know me better. I have a lot of baggage. I'm broken. I don't want to break you too."

"Let me be the judge of that darling. If you are, indeed, broken, I think I'll find the solution of how to mend you back up."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because it was always you." And with that he kissed me. It was long and passionate. It was perfect but I thought about what he just said. What does it mean?

He left and I was still asking myself the same thing. What the hell does that mean? And as I was preparing to jump in the shower my Twitter alert went off.

"@twhiddleston started following you"

How did he know my Twitter name? I never used my real name on that one and he knew who to follow. That is weird.