Taming of the Tom

Chapter 3

I say my goodbyes and thank yous to everyone, hugging Lucille and Brendan tightly.

Tom and I walk past through the hall, and I remember something that I have to do.

“I need to quickly do something.”

“Okay…”

“You can come with me if you’d like.”

His facial expression shows confusion and apprehension, but I follow through.

We walk up the flights of stairs to the third floor, where I lead the way to Ara’s room. I look back to him, and he presses his finger to his lip. I roll my eyes.

I open the door quietly, and Ara is quietly listening to classical music on her speaker.

“Hello munchkin,” I say softly, whilst kneeling down to kiss her forehead.

“Hello Jen. Are you leaving?” I nod.

“I just wanted to say goodnight. Would you like me to phone you tomorrow?”

“Please, Jen.”

“Okay. Have sweet dreams.” I turn the music down a fraction, as I always do, and back out of the room, blowing a kiss to her.

I begin to close the door when I remember something. “Oh, and change that crap to something good, like Debussy? Mozart is so overrated.”

I see her smile in the darkness, and she reaches over to her iPhone to switch.

“Mozart is exceptional.”

“Oh come on. Almost everything of his sounds the same.”

“You disgust me,” he jokes. “Debussy?” I laugh quietly.

“Tchaikovsky’s my favourite.”

“Oh really? I suppose we’ve finally agreed on something tonight.”

Our laughter faintly echoes as we walk down the stairs and into the hall.

“Do you have a jacket?”

“Nope, which was a bit stupid of me.”

“Twas a bit.” I smile. “You wait inside while I hail a cab.”

“No, I’ll wait with you.” He opens his mouth to protest, but I stop him. “I’m not going to argue.”

He rolls his eyes, and opens the door for me.

We wait on the curb, and he raises his arm.

I begin to shiver almost instantaneously, but attempt to keep it inside.

“I told you so. It’s about minus one out here.”

I roll my eyes and speak though frozen teeth. “It’s not cold at all. What are you talking about?”

He begins to take his coat off for me, lowering his hailing arm.

I spy a orange-light cab coming down the street, and gesture to it.

“No need, but thank you.”

He straightens his cuffs before raising his arm again.

The taxi comes to a stop, and I look to Tom.

“Thanks for a great night!”

“No, the pleasure is all mine.” I laugh at his line taken straight from a 60’s movie.

He opens the cab door for me, and I step in, taking a seat.

“Marylebone High Street if you would.”

I look to Tom and he winks, and I wink back.

“Hope to see you again sometime.” I nod, and smirk, the cab driving off.

I don’t look back, but his voice remains in my head for a while.

“If you don’t mind me asking,” the cab driver asks in a strong Cockney accent, “but was that Tom Hiddleston, love?”

“It may have been.” I reply. “I didn’t catch his last name.” He nods, knowingly. “Would you mind not mentioning that to anyone, mate?”

“Sure thing. Us cabbies can keep a plain secret.”

I had a feeling it wasn’t as simple as a plain secret.

 Sorry for leaving it on a cliffhanger, but these things have to be done sometimes!

If you're still reading - you're a freaking saint, and I love you. Thank you. I appreciate the fact that I cannot write very well, and it must be icky to read. Anyhoot - a new chapter should be up shortly, but I'm actually starting my exam timetable tomorrow so I cannot guarantee a date. 

But I CAN guarantee more Tom. And more gentlemanly stuff (because I know I love that stuff) 

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