Choking On My Words~Tom Hiddleston Love Story.

Chapter One

"Shit. I'm gonna be late!" I yelled to myself as my bootlace caught in the wheel of my suitcase.

I stumbled and as I was about to have an up close and personal encounter with the ground, someone stopped in front of me and caught me.

"Th-thanks." I stuttered, a deep crimson blushing crawling up my neck.

The man looked down at me and met my eyes with crystals a much clearer, more defined color of sky blue than my spatter painted green and blue eyes.

He laughed, flashing perfect teeth. "No worries." He smiled,

Although these words are so mundane, as they rolled off the tip of his tongue, they sounded like the most exquisite words ever spoken by a human.

"I r-really want t-to talk but I'm going to b-be late fo-or my flight."

*Damn my stutter.* I thought.

"Maybe we'll meet again." He smiled.

"I ho-ope so." I said, returning the smile he so sweetly gave to me.

I ran off.

"Have a lovely day, miss!" He called.

I dashed onto the plan and sat down with butterflies still tickling the lining of my stomach.

I leaned my head back against the seat.

"Well, funny seeing you here." A British accent said to the right of me.

My eyes snapped open and I'm sure there was a hint of hostility in them.

I smiled.

"May I sit?"

I nodded.

I sat quietly, waiting for him to say something because I was much too insecure about my stutter to start the conversation.

"You don't have to be embarrassed about your stutter." He said suddenly.

"E-easy for you to sa-ay. You don't have o-one."

"You're right, I don't. But I rather like the sound of your voice, stutter and all."

My eyes wondered up to meet his.

He smiled and held out his hand. "I'm Tom. Tom Hiddleston."

My tongue flicked over my front row of teeth and I did the same gesture. "I'm Hannah Baird."

"You don't stutter on your name."

I shook my head. "N-never have. Ju-ust so used to it I g-guess."

"Where you heading?"

"London. I b-bought a place th-th-there."

"So am I. Mind if I asked where your flat, I'm assuming a flat, is?"

I nodded and told him.

We talked all the way from New York to England, about everything. He had a friend back a uni who stuttered, he said he helped him get rid of it. For the most part that is. When his friend gets too flustered, angry, upset, really when he's just over come with emotion, the damn thing shows up again. Tom offered to help me over come mine when we learned we would be living about two blocks from the other.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please turn off all electronic devices, put lap rests up, return seats to their upright position, and buckle your seat belts, we're beginning our descent."

I took a shaky breathe.

Tom placed his hand over my forearm, and although his delicate fingers brushed against a tornado of scars, his touch sent mini jolts of electricity up my arm and straight to my heart. "You alright?" He asked, concern flooding his eyes.

"L-l-landing. I ju-ust don't-I'm n-not.." I trailed off, giving up on the thought I was trying to get out and becoming much to irritated with the sound of my voice sounding like a scratched CD with the way it was coming and going.

Tom rubbed his thumb against my skin, slightly looking down when he felt a texture other than smooth but said nothing, "It'll be okay." He told me.

I searched his eyes for any hint of a joke, no one could be this sweet, but there was none. As far as I could tell, Tom's intentions were nothing but pure.

"Th-tha-nk you." I tried.

He nodded and gave me a reassuring smile, keeping his hand on my arm the whole way down.

The wheels touched down and skidded across the cement, causing the floor under our feet to vibrate.

*At least we're on solid ground.* I thought to myself.

Tom handed my backpack to me, collected his carry on, and we got off of the plane.

"I have t-to get b-baggage from the c-c-claim."

"I'll go with you. You might need help."

"Th-thanks."

"And Hannah," he started, catching my wrist and I turned. "Want me to help you settle in?"

"I'd l-like that, Tom. Th-thank you."

I grabbed my two bags and Tom called a cab for us in the meantime.

Once one was flagged down, we hopped in.

"Where're we off to today?" The cabbie asked brightly.

Tom answered for me, for which I was grateful for.

My vocal cords weren't used to being wiggled around so much. Though there was a burning sensation and the base of my throat, I didn't mind so much. It felt almost good. Like that burning was a small flame, that flame symbolized hope. Hope that I could overcome my stutter, my self harm, and it was all because of the man I'd met, not even two days ago.

Tom paid the cabbie for me which I was guilty about, I was going to pay him back somehow. But for right now, he carried one suitcase up three flights of stairs for me as I carried the other.

"Here we are." He exclaimed breathlessly, setting the suitcase on the ground with a thud.

"Oh, I'm sorry. There wasn't anything breakable in there, was there?"

I laughed and shook my head as I walked past him to unlock the door.

We were met by a bland flat.

There was no colour on the wall, nothing. Not even a hint that there had been some other form of life living there before me.

"This place could use some personality." Tom stated.

I nodded. "Definitely." I agreed.

*No stutter.* I thought with a smile, and although I couldn't see Tom, I knew he was thinking the same thing.

"Shall we start then?"

I nodded.

"Hannah," Tom started after we'd finally got all my kitchen things in the correct place.

"Hmm?" I asked, opening up a box of pictures to decorate the flat with.

"I think this will be the beginning of something amazing."

I looked up, a genuine smile from ear to ear was present upon both of our faces.

"I-I do too."