An Unlikely Romance

Chapter one

I grabbed my keys off the dresser and slung my camera bag over my shoulder. Today was my first day in London to take some pictures of the area for my magazine.

I was beyond excited. I had never been to London until now. I stepped out of the hotel building and the brisk autumn air hit my face and blew my long red hair all over the place.

The first place I was supposed to take a picture of was a few blocks away, so I decided to walk. I made my way over to a good spot in front of Big Ben and knelt down, positioning my camera.

*click* I gazed at the picture I just took, and noticed someone in the background. It was a man in mid-trip. I stifled a laugh at his face and shoved my camera into my brown camera bag. I sprinted over to help him and began to help him up.

"Hey are you okay?" I asked as I bent down and offered my hand. He grabbed it and lifted himself up.

"Ehehe yeah, thanks." He said. He was wearing a grey hoodie and he towered over me at at least 6 feet tall.

The man's face was red but that didn't make him look any less attractive. His face looked familiar... Like I had seen it somewhere before...

"Aw shit." I cursed. I knew exactly who he was.

"Ehehe is there a problem?" The man tilted his head slightly and smiled.

"Err I have to go." I said and turned around.

"Wait!" he called out, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Can I buy you a coffee or something?" he asked.

I knew exactly who this guy was, Tom Hiddleston. I came here to get a job done and I wasn't very interested in walking around with a famous actor.

"Sorry, I've got a job to do," I held up my camera. "But thanks anyway."

I didn't want to get caught up in all of his actor drama either. I was perfectly happy the way I was. One bad picture with him and *poof* it's all gone. I started walking away.

"Ouch!" I heard behind me. I sighed and turned around.

"Are you okay." I asked flatly.

"I think I sprained my ankle." Tom said clutching his ankle. I helped him up and he put his arm around me to keep him balance.

"Sorry about this." Tom said, leaning on to me. He was tall and I could feel from where he was touching me that he was extremely cut. Usually, when I met a guy this hot, I wouldn't think twice about helping him, but I was here on business and this wasn't just any guy.

"No it's fine." I helped him limp over to a railing where he sat down.

"Soo... Are you up for some coffee?" Tom asked, smiling. Damn that smile. I sighed.

"Sure why not." I said shrugging. Tom smiled and attempted to stand up. He fell, of course.

"Jeez stay on your feet, will you?" I mumbled and lifted him up.

"Sorry.. uh why don't i call my body guard to pick me up. Then we can have coffee later. Yah?" he asked.

"That's probably a good idea." I said. "You might wanna have that ankle checked."

A few minutes after Tom made a phone call from my phone to his bodyguard, a black car pulled up and I helped him limp in. "Now that I've got your number, I'll call you later." he winked.

Damn it. I was trying to ditch him but I didn't think about him saving my number.

The car drove away, leaving me standing there, contemplating what had just happened. I gathered my things and decided to try a different location to take pictures. Maybe I would run into Benedict Cumberbatch.