After arriving at the hotel and unpacking my things, I set up my laptop and logged on. It was then I remembered the encounter today at the coffee shop, and pulled the paper with the name and number out of my purse.
Tom Hiddleston. Where have I heard that name before? I decided that just sitting here would do me no good. I typed his name in the search bar and almost instantly there were over a thousand web pages about this mysterious Tom Hiddleston. He's even on IMDB, I thought to myself. I clicked on the link to IMDB and scrolled down to where it shows what movies/tv shows he'd been in. And then I saw it.
No, not Thor. No, not the Avengers. War Horse. I had fallen in love with that movie the first time I saw it, and I now recognize Tom as the man who bought the horse from the boy, only to die riding that same horse later on. I had no idea what to think. So maybe that's why he was so nervous when we caused such a commotion back at the cafe. He didn't want to get recognized.
A few hours later I am feeling completely jet-lagged and need to sleep. Before I do, I grab the ice bucket and head out to find the ice machine. I find it down the hall a bit, feeling a bit silly in my pajamas in such a nice hotel. I picked the best one I could find, seeing as I'll be staying here most of the summer.
When I walk in the small room there is a man getting something from the vending machines and a woman who is almost done filling her bucket. The man seems to be having trouble getting the vending machine to accept his money, and the woman leaves. I fill my bucket, and when the man turns around, guess who it is.
"Tom! Hey! what are you doing here?" I ask politely. There is now way I'm going to let him know that I know who he is.
"Hey Cassie! I'm actually staying at this hotel. I take it you are as well?" I nod. "Fantastic! I don't suppose you could help me with this?" He motions to the vending machine next to him. I laugh and smooth it out, and slide it in the slot. It accepts it.
"There you go," I say, smiling with pride.
"You, missy, are a miracle worker." He smiles back. He looks tired, probably from the plane ride.
"Are you on this floor?" I ask.
"Yep. right down the hallway to the left."
"Oh! I'm down that way too. What room?" I say, placing my hands behind my back absentmindedly.
"301. What about yours?" He responds. He takes a quick glance at me, looking me up and down as if he wanted to remember it.
"303! Right next to yours! 302 is across on the other side of the hallway." I wish I hadn't said that. As if he didn't know what order the rooms went in. Stop being stupid for once, Cassie, please.
"Maybe we could go running together in the morning?" He says with a look of anticipation.
"Absolutely! That would be awesome! What time?" I say, not realizing that I am digging my nails into my wrist.
"Say, 7 o'clock maybe?" He says.
"Sounds like a plan," I smile back.
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A Summer to Remember (a Tom Hiddleston fanfiction)
FanfictionCassie is about to have the summer of her life, but she doesn't know that yet. She is going to London by herself, and one of her favorite actors is staying in the same hotel as her. Will she gain the courage to talk to him, or will life at home comp...
