Hey sorry this chapter is so short but it will get better, I promise!
-Eliza xoxo
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"What do you mean?'' I ask him.
''It wasn't your fault. The accident was someone else's fault.'' He answers. ''The uh, the nurse in your room told me.''
''Really?'' I ask. We stay silent for a minute until I start to get the covers off me and try to get to the bathroom as fast as I can. I shut the door behind me before my legs collapse and I start to throw up in the toilet.
"Sia?" He asks from outside the door. ''Are you okay?''
''Yeah, just don't come in.'' I answer. I keep throwing up until I nearly pass out from exhaustion. I hear the door open behind me and then he's rubbing my back gently. He keeps doing that until I'm done.
''Oh god, I am so sorry Tom.'' I say rubbing my temples. ''You shouldn't have come in here.''
''It's okay.'' He says flushing the toilet. I try standing up but a wave of pain starting from my lower back makes me collapse on the floor. He kneels beside me and helps me stand up. I wash my mouth with shaky hands and then he carries me back into my bed.
''Don't you have more important stuff to do than watch me puke? I don't know, something like make a movie?'' I ask covering my burning forehead with my arm.
He chuckles, ''Don't worry love, I like coming to visit you.''
''Really? You like watch me puke and listen to me complain?'' I ask him. He smiles and my heart starts beating fast...not exactly the best thing when I am trying not to pass out. Is this real? Is Tom Hiddleston actually in my room? Maybe he's an illusion from my cracked little brain, courtesy of the accident.
''Are you really here?'' I ask staring into his eyes. He can't be real. He's too perfect...his eyes, his face, his voice...all of him is too perfect. I'm afraid that I will touch him and he will vanish beneath my fingers.
''Why do ask such weird things?'' He asks with an amused look in his eyes. ''Of course I'm real.'' He touches my forehead and his fingers trail down to my cheek and neat my jaw-line. I shiver but its not from the fever.
''I just don't understand why you care enough about me to come and visit. I mean, you're famous, you are an actor. You should be with your girlfriend in your mansion eating breakfast from a gold cereal bowl.''
He laughs and I decide it's the most beautiful sound I've heard in all my life. ''Love, I do not have a girlfriend and I do not have gold cereal bowls. I like reading and talking with you, it's like I can get rid of the stress I have after a day of shooting. Besides today is my free day.''
I groan, ''And you are wasting in with me.'' He sighs and crouches down next to my bed. His face is leveled to mine so I roll on my side so I'm facing him. He traces my whole face with his eyes and he rests his head on his arms after a while. I close my eyes and listen to his breathing. I feel him play with a strand of my hair and a memory hits me.
Mom and I are sitting on the couch watching a movie and she is also playing with my hair. ''I love him, mom.'' I tell her.
''How can you? You are too young, you're seventeen." She says.
''I don't know mom, I just do.'' I sigh frustrated that she doesn't understand I love him.
''Sia, you are too young. I know soon you will be eighteen and will be able to make your own choices. Meanwhile though, you won't see him. Not at least under my roof.'' I stand up shocked at her words.
''Mom you can't do that!'' I run to the door of the house and get my phone out. I call him. ''Can you come get me?''
His car parks outside after a few minutes and then we drive away...
"Sia? Sia, love.'' I hear Tom's voice reach to me and pull me out of the memory.
I open my eyes and his blue eyes are looking at me with concern. ''You were crying.'' He wipes a tear from my cheek but leaves his thumb there. As weird as it might seem that this man is touching my face, it feels so right.
''Really?'' I ask blinking my eyes. ''Sorry, I was having a nightmare.''
''About the accident?''
''No, just a memory of mom and me fighting over...'' How was the guy I was talking about? I said I loved him...did I have a boyfriend? ''Tom, do you know if I had a boyfriend?''
He tenses for a second before he says, "Why do you ask?''
''Well, I remember telling mom that I loved him and then we fought over it...I called him to ask him if he could come get me. That's all I remember.''
''I don't know, but if you did, I am sure he would have come to see you already.'' He answers. ''Did you say you loved him?''
''Yes, I did. I can't believe I don't remember who it was because I loved him.'' I sigh.
He nods, ''It will be alright, love. Now, go back to sleep, you need to rest.'' I nod and close my eyes. I feel his gentle finger caress my face and play with my hair. All the pain goes away momentarily and I get lost into a dreamless sleep.
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I feel his lips on my forehead. They feel smooth and warm against my cold skin. Suddenly I feel them inches away from mine, his fresh breath mixing with mine. I can't open my eyes because they feel so heavy with sleep. ''Goodbye Sia.'' His smooth voice whispers. "I love you.''
