When I Met Tom (A Tom Hiddleston Fan Fiction)

Chapter Two

Sitting in a quaint little one-off café, Tom carried the drinks over. I felt much better after coming out of the underground, yet Tom still held on to me and asked me a number of times, ‘are you sure you’re alright?’

He placed the drinks down on the table and sat down, ‘I got you a hot chocolate, I hope that’s OK with you? After a shock like that you will definitely need some form of sugar.’

‘That’s perfect, thank you,’ I blush. Why is he being so charming to me, a person he has never met before?

He took a sip of his coffee and looked over at me, ‘so what were you doing in the capital today?’

‘Just shopping. I didn’t really have any plans to come to London today, I just woke up and decided to come here.’

‘By yourself? A beautiful young woman like you should not be walking around London alone.’

‘I’ve never been by myself before, and I think it’s safe to say I won’t be doing it again!’

The corners of Tom’s mouth turned up into a small smile, but it soon disappeared.

‘Are you alright? You’ve suddenly gone very pale,’ he questioned.

I closed my eyes for a second and nodded my head slightly. Truthfully I didn’t feel very good at all.

When I opened my eyes Tom was not at the table. I looked over towards the bar area and saw him standing there staring back at me, looking rather worried. The man behind the bar passed Tom a glass of water, before he made his way back over to me.

‘Here,’ he said passing me the glass, ‘drink some water first.’

Tom moved his chair a little closer to mine, moving the hair out of my face again, checking my forehead.

‘I’m fine,’ I lied.

‘I’m not so sure. I think you need some rest,’ he squeezed my hand gently, ‘come on, I’ll get us a cab, you can come back to my place. You need to lie down for a while. I live about twenty minutes away, in Kensington, so you can have a sleep and I will sort out reporting what happened this morning.’

‘No, honestly, I’m OK,’ I lied again.

‘It’s either that or the hospital,’ he said seriously, ‘You need some rest. I promised that I would help you to report all this, and I’m keeping that promise.’

I sighed and agreed to his idea. He helped me to my feet, thanked the barista and we exited out onto the street where it was now raining.

We quickly walked a short distance down the street in the pouring rain to where there was a row of black cabs waiting. Tom helped me in and directed the driver to his address.

While in the car Tom told me to close my eyes and rest my head on his shoulder ‘if that’s something you’re comfortable with’. He was being such a sweetheart to me. I still couldn’t quite believe that somebody I had only known for an hour was being this friendly and hospitable. I shut my eyes and leaned on him. I felt his hand on my shoulder again.

After what only felt like a couple of minutes with my eyes closed, Tom gently let me know that we had arrived at his apartment.

I stepped out of the car and gazed around. This part of London was extremely plush and expensive. He led me towards a building which was made up of a number of posh looking apartments. Inside the building was a lift. We stepped in and he pushed the number seven – the top floor of the building – and the doors closed.

When the doors opened we stepped into a bright open space with windows on both sides. Ahead of us was a door, which Tom then opened and held for me as I stepped inside. I slipped off my wet pumps and looked into the apartment. It was an incredible sight.

‘Wow,’ I managed to say as I gazed around, ‘this is a beautiful apartment.’

‘Thank you,’ said Tom, shutting the door behind us, ‘take a look around if you like. I’m just going to change my t-shirt, I’m soaked through!’

I stared around the room, loving that it was open plan. The pure white walls flowed around the whole apartment. To the right where there was the most remarkable modern kitchen, with an island in the middle and a breakfast bar area with stools that faced out into the living room area. The two sofas that formed an L-shape were dark brown, with a coffee table just in front of them and a rather large flat screen television on the wall. There was also the most remarkable bookcase. Just the other side of the living room, within the same space, was a dining table. There was even a balcony through the sliding doors next to the table. On the left there was a short corridor, with a door on either side and one right at the end. This is where Tom had gone so I could only assume that was his bedroom. I couldn't tell what the other doors led to. Just then, Tom walked back up the hallway wearing a dry t-shirt, holding some other items in his hands.

‘Here,’ he said passing me a hand towel and one of his t-shirts, ‘I thought you might want to dry your hair off a bit and change into something dry as well. The bathroom is the door on the left.’

‘Thank you,’ I smiled.

‘You’re more than welcome, Charlotte,’ he smiled back.

I went into the bathroom and dried my hair, whilst looking into the mirror, and surprisingly I didn’t have a big lump on my forehead, but I did have a pretty sizable red mark. I changed out of my black leather jacket and blue blouse and put on the dark grey t-shirt that Tom had kindly supplied me with.

I stepped out of the bathroom, back into the lounge. I could see Tom in the kitchen, pottering about. I walked through to him.

‘Thanks for the t-shirt,’ I said quietly, hoping that I wouldn’t startle him.

He turned around and smiled, ‘again, you’re welcome. I’m just glad I could help.’

‘Why did you help?’

‘It’s what any decent human being would do in that situation,’ he said wiping over one of the surfaces next to the sink, ‘I hope you didn’t mind me helping?’

‘Of course not, I’m really grateful that you did. But you didn’t need to do all of this.’

‘All of what?’ he questioned, turning and walking towards me.

‘Getting off of the train with me, taking me to get something to drink, bringing me back to your apartment, giving me a dry change of clothes, offering to help me with reporting it,’ I listed, ‘you’ve done so much more for me than anyone else would have done, I’m sure.’

He smiled and looked down at his feet, ‘well I’m just glad I could help. I hope I haven’t made you uncomfortable at all, by bringing you here, to a stranger’s apartment.’

‘Well, thank you, again. And no, it’s fine.’

I suddenly started to feel a little dizzy again. Tom looked up and obviously noticed this.

‘I think you should lay down for a bit,’ he said, putting his hands on my shoulders.

‘I’m OK,’ I said as the dizzy moment seemed to pass, ‘I think I just need to sit down for a minute.’

Tom led me to one of the sofas, and placed a soft cream blanket over my shoulders, asking me if I wanted a glass of water or anything else.

‘I’m fine, honestly, I just need to sit down for a second.’

‘OK, well I’m going to get the number for the transport police and tell them about what happened. If you need me just give me a shout.’

He walked off back down the hallway. I closed my eyes as I sat there on the sofa. He really was the most charming man I had ever met. And I know what he said, but I don’t believe that anyone would have helped me as much as what he had done so far.