Limerence (Tom Hiddleston fanfiction)

Chapter 4

Tom had arrived perfectly on time and we were off to the art exhibition. I had decided to wear some heels, and one of my more elegant looking trenchcoats. Thomas was looking dapper in a black trenchcoat, grey t-shirt, and some jeans. He had complimented me two times before we reached the address. We took a taxi, I assumed he did it to avoid the paparazzi.

The art exhibition was undeniably beautiful, but my favorite moment was when I was discussing one work with the artist herself and I caught him looking at me from across the room, hands in his pockets, biting his lip, trying to hide his smile. When I looked back at him everything in the room seemed to disappear, all the people, the music, the voices, and I wasn't looking at any of the art, I was only looking at him, and even better - he was only looking at me. 

A few people stared at him, but nothing I wasn't able to shrug off. If I really didn't know who he was, I would've thought they were just staring because he was so damn good looking. After an hour of sipping wine and looking at the art, he brought me my coat. 

"I'm ravenous, let's go get something to eat." he lead me to the doorway, placing his hand in the small of my back. He held his arm out for me, and we quickly interlocked. When we were outside we walked down the street we were greeted by some delicious aroma around the corner. It was a pancake stand, both of us looked at each other simultaneously as we agreed telepathically to get pancakes instead of some expensive dinner. 

The hot cinnamon sugary goodness was exactly what I had wanted without know it is what I wanted. "Tom, thank you for today, it was definitely one of the highlights of my trip, I actually think it might just be my favorite highlight." I lied. I knew it was my favorite. 

"Scarlett, I haven't had so much fun in a long time. Thank you," We stopped on the corner of the street where a streetlamp was just shining bright enough that  I could make out the smile on his face. "I haven't felt like this, in, gosh, a very long time." He takes my hands, even though both of us have gloves on, I still feel the tingling sensation when he touches me. "Scarlett, I haven't been completely upfront with you."

"Okay? What is it?" he must be about to tell who he really is, but just as he is about to speak a taxi pulls up and asks us if we need a ride. 

"Shall we?" he gestures. I nod and get it in. 

The taxi drops me off at my apartment and Tom tells him to wait as he follows me to my door. 

"Tom?" he looks at me intently. "I really like you too." He smiles brightly and folds his arms around me, smelling my hair as we stand there for a few moments. I push my freezing nose against his warm chest and breathe him in. How is it possible that I already feel so drawn to someone, I just met him, but I couldn't wait to see him again. 

"Darling, may I have your phone number?" I laugh, we hadn't even gotten around to that. 

"Of course," he handed me his phone and I quickly entered my number. He smiled at me once more before giving me another hug. 

"Scarlett, I have a New Year's Eve party I have to be at for, uhm, and I was wondering if you would like to come with me?" his ice blue eyes shimmer even in the dark hallway. 

"I will, I mean, I would like to." he smiles that boyish smile. 

"Great, I'll call you tomorrow." he leans down and gives my forehead a kiss. "Bye." he says as he turns and goes down the stairs. 

I spent the rest of the evening pacing my apartment in my underwear trying to make sense of the entire day, I called my friend Beatrice who is currently working as a journalist in London and telling her everything, making her swear not to say or do anything about it. I soaked in the bath with a warm cup of tea, before finally climbing into bed. 

My alarm went off just after five, groggily I looked at my phone to hit the snooze when I saw the two missed calls I had from Kate, my agent. I lept forwards as I remember my photoshoot! I had completely forgotten all about it! I had twenty minutes to get ready and be there on time. I called for a cab and luckily made it there only ten minutes late. 

It wasn't until we finally took a break from shooting when I saw I had a message from Tom and a missed call. 

Lunch? And once more, thank you for yesterday,

Tom x