All Roses Must Wilt (a Tom Hiddleston fanfic)

Chapter 17- Alone

Tom gently pulls me to my feet from the sofa. I expect him to let go of my hand after that, but he doesn't. Instead, he leads me further into the room and opens a door. Inside are two single beds, both covered by  golden-colored silky comforters. The room has one large window covered by a curtain, a large telly from across the beds, and even a large dresser with a mirror on it.

I glance at the bed just once before running to it, pulling Tom with me, and jump on the bed, giggling. Tom's laughing, too, as he gets pulled onto the bed with me. I roll over onto Tom's stomach, trying my best to crush him with my weight. He laughs, and I can feel his chest vibrating with the laughter.

"Comfy?" I tease. 

He groans lightly, putting his hands on my back, still grinning. "Very," he answers.

I put some more of my weight on him. "How about now?"

"Mm, still comfy. Is that all of your weight, darling? You really need to eat more."

I roll my eyes lightly. "You're crazy."

Tom gently rolls the both of us over so he's practically on top of me. He's careful not to put too much weight on me, though. What a party pooper. He's supposed to crush me like I did to him. "I'm going to lay on you," he warns, grinning.

"No, Tom!" I protest, giggling. I push against his chest, preparing to be crushed. He doesn't do it, of course. I should have known. He's too nice to do that to me. I smile lightly and wrap my arms around his neck, hugging him. "Thank you so much for bringing me here."

Tom wraps one arm around me, using the other to hold himself up. "Of course, darling."

I release my grip on him, letting my head fall back down to the pillow. 'Well you can just go back to London by yourself next week, I'll stay here," I say, smiling.

He chuckles. "Oh, there's no way I'm letting go of you, little one. You're staying in London with me forever."

I don't want to think of or even bring up the fact that I might not be in London forever, so I just nod. "Alright."

He grins. "So you'll stay in London?"

"Now, now... I never said that."

"Ah, not yet, you haven't!" He says. "I still-" He's suddenly interrupted by his cell phone ringing in his pocket. He cringes lightly. "Ah, I'm so sorry, Rose. I should probably take this."

I nod, understanding. "Yeah, yeah. Go." I push lightly on his chest and he gets off of the bed, going into the living room to answer the call. I sigh. What just happened? Surely that was all fun and games, what we just did there. Right? I shake my head lightly. I'm just thinking too much. That's all it was.

A few minutes later, Tom comes back. "Rose.."

I sit up on the bed. "Is something wrong?"

"I'm terribly sorry, but Jackie wants me to leave right now for the meeting..."

"Oh. That's alright," I say.

"Are you sure? I mean, I don't know when I'll be back. For all I know, I could not be back until  midnight."

I shrug lightly. "I'll be fine."

Tom sighs and sits on the bed next to me. "I promised you the first night we spent in New York I'd make you that dinner. So how about when I get back?" He asks.

I smile, nodding. "I can't wait. Now get outta here. Go do your thing."

He grins, gives me a small kiss on the temple, and soon leaves the hotel room.

I sigh lightly, now not sure what to do. I was alone. Alone in a hotel room in New York. That's almost as bad as being alone in a cafe in Paris. Alright, being alone in Paris is worse, but that's besides the point. I slowly get up from bed and go inside the living room where Tom and I had dropped our bags. Hm. Should I try to organize Tom's things? Or does he contain things that are not for my eyes? It could contain scripts, important papers... anything, really.  decide it's best just to bring it into the room and leave it on one of the beds.

But which bed does he want? The one closer to the window or to the bathroom? Ugh, you'd think after all these years of being his friend I'd know which one he'd want! I finally just decide to give him the one near the window.

Then, after that, I start to unpack some of my items so it will be easier to access them. I'm hoping I can keep myself busy until Tom returns.

After doing random things for almost two hours, I realize I haven't seen the bathroom yet. Besides, I'm going to go crazy if I don't find anything else to do. Is the bathroom in the hotel room nearly as good as the one in the lobby? I walk closer to the door closest to my bed.

When I open the door, I see that the bathroom is fairly large, and has both a shower and a bathtub. I sigh, just imagining how nice it would be to take a long, comforting bath. At least I'd be able to entertain myself until his meeting was over. I mean, he's been there for a long time now... how much longer will it take? I'm getting quite hungry. Neither of us has eaten all day. I hope he's doing okay in that meeting of his. He must be starving.

I get out my bath supplies and begin to fill up the tub with warm water. While the tub is filling, I go into the room to retrieve my phone and turn it on, just in case I have any messages or calls. I bring it back into the bathroom with me before taking off all my clothes and getting in.

I haven't had a bath in so long. Only showers. If I could add one thing to my small flat, that's what it would be. A bathtub.

I soak in the warm water for at least ten minutes before my phone buzzes. I dry my hands and pick it up. Is it already 8pm? What was I doing earlier that made it seem like only two hours had passed by? Oh, yeah. I was watching T.V. I check the text I had received. 

I'm terribly sorry, Rose. I won't be back for another maybe another hour. Are you alright there? -T

Yeah, I'm fine. I'm a little hungry, though... -R

Alright, I'll bring back some food. I'm sorry I won't be able to make that dinner like I had promised..    -T

Yeah, that's be great. And it's alright. Good luck in your meeting. -R

Thank you darling:) I hope you can forgive me for not being with you at all today. -T

Not true. We spent some time together in the hotel. Crushing each other. -R

Haha, I guess you're right! Well, I'll see you in a few, dear. So sorry once again. -T

Alright. See you. -R

I put down my phone, sighing lightly. I didn't care that much that he was gone, it's just the fact that he sounded so sorry about it. He needs to understand that his career comes first. And he especially needs to stop apologizing for everything five dozen times. One apology usually does the trick.

I wash my hair and body before deciding to get out, feeling a lot less stressed. I dry off my body, put on my sweats and a T-shirt, and go into the main room, not even bothering to dry my hair. Tom said he'd be an hour... so I guess I'll watch some T.V. Again. I quickly grab a blanket from the bedroom before returning on the couch, browsing through the shows.

Nothing good on.. I could always use the Netflix on my laptop. After  while, I finally just choose a movie and watch it.