When I Met Tom (A Tom Hiddleston Fan Fiction)

Chapter Four

When I awoke the next morning I could feel exactly where I had hit my head the day before the second that I moved. It hurt, but it made me smile immediately as I remembered my meeting with Tom and all the support he had given me. I was a complete stranger, whom he looked after and even invited into his home.

I turned slightly to glance over to my bedside table and read the time on my alarm clock. It was almost ten o’clock. I needed to get all of my bits and bobs together for work the next day as I knew I wouldn’t have time after dinner with Tom. I was really looking forward to going back to the school as my lovely Year 2 class were focusing on the topic of castles and fairy tales, which they were really enjoying since we took them on a school trip to a castle the week before. This week they were going to write their own fairy tale stories based in a castle setting, which I knew they would like and I knew I would love teaching it.

Eventually I got myself out of bed, putting on my thin dressing gown as it was unusually warm for a day in March, and went about packing my work bags whilst listening to the radio and thinking about Tom. How could anyone have such perfect blue eyes? I’ve never seen anything like it.

Just as that thought entered my mind, my replacement phone buzzed on the worktop.

Hi, it’s Tom. I hope you slept well and you are feeling better today. I am looking forward to seeing you tonight at dinner. I have thought of a great place to take you. I’ll pick you up this evening at six, if that’s alright with you?

I couldn’t help but smile. He was looking forward to seeing me again and it sounded like he had put a lot of effort into choosing what we would be doing. I replied with my address and added:

That sounds exciting. I look forward to it. See you then.

I continued to arrange my things for the next morning and then I moved on to getting ready for dinner. I had a shower, washed my hair, shaved my legs in case I chose to wear a dress and used my favourite passion fruit moisturiser. I put my hair into rollers to make it look fuller as my hair is quite thin and I applied my make-up carefully before adding on some natural-looking false eyelashes. I didn’t want to look really dolled-up but I did want to make an effort, especially as I didn’t know where I was going.

I took my hair out of the rollers and let it fall in loose, bouncy waves around my shoulders. I picked out a classic skater-style black dress that came just above the knees with a high front and a low back. I teamed it with black heels. I didn’t need a jacket as it was a quite a warm evening. I was applying a coat of pink gloss to my lips when my replacement phone vibrated in my clutch bag. It was a message from Tom:

I’m outside.

I smiled and headed downstairs to him. As I came out of the main door to my apartment block there he was, leaning against a beautiful white Jaguar, with that gorgeous smile on his face and his eyes twinkling in the dimming light. He was wearing a dark grey slim-fitting suit with a tight white shirt and a black skinny tie. He looked amazing. I felt my stomach doing little flips as he pushed himself off of the car and walked towards me.

‘You look incredible,’ he said, holding out his hand to me, ‘stunning.’