Make It Right

Ch.5

"Y- Yes". I struggle to release my words. "This is Tom, Tom Hiddleston. I believe we met earlier today". Beginning to relax I answered, "Absolutely, sorry it's late , I just wasn't expecting to hear from you".

"I'm so sorry if I'm bothering you. I can let you go".

"No, not at all! I'm fine, not tired in the least." Nervously I began to laugh. I have no idea what to talk about. What do you say to someone you've had a crush on for years? The silence seemed like it went on for minutes. It hadn't.

"I'm actually in the lobby of you hotel right now. Would you be up for...let's just say an...adventure?" Lobby of my hotel? A million questions ran through my mind. How'd he know where I was staying? I never mentioned that to him, at least I don't think I did.

"An adventure, sounds exciting and fun. I'll be right there". With that I turned off the phone, didn't bother to change my clothes, and ran to the elevator door. My adventure awaits!

"Zach's POV"

Fuming from what had just transpired, I slowly regained enough of myself to just take it all in, and think.

I really had looked forward to coming with Sky to London, but I couldn't help but notice that she was beautiful. The way her black silky hair cascaded down her back in different lengths. Her pale skin, I found attractive, reminding me of the pin-up girls, especially when she wore her signature red lipstick. Her brown eyes that almost reminded me of the color of root beer. She was petite, and had curves in all the right places. So, what was I then? Jealous? We've had a friendship for going on three long years. I could always confide in her, and no matter what I knew she'd always accept me with open arms, and vice versa. I guess I just wasn't expecting her to come here and actually meet...him.

When she retreated into here room, slamming the door, I knew things may never be the same between us. We've never fought before, ever.

Our first dinner in London wasn't exactly as smooth as I'd imagined it to be, more like silent. But I refused to give in and apologize, simply because I wasn't sorry.

Around midnight I finally heard movement from Sky's room. It was the sound of someone in a hurry. I heard the door open and shut, an finally adding one more loud bang to the door leading out of our hotel room.

It was then I knew she'd left. Still I couldn't shake this eerie feeling that was trapped inside my stomach. I didn't trust Tom Hiddleston as far as I could throw him, and I knew that wouldn't be very far, and I'd no real reason why. Something just wasn't right.

Anger struck within as I went over to the long brown table piled up with hotel paper, and the phone. Looking into the big ornate mirror trying to contain my rage I threw my fist down hard on the desk, pain shooting up my arm.

At that moment I knew Sky was in danger, and I'd have to keep a watchful eye on them without them knowing, to keep her safe.