Limerence (Tom Hiddleston fanfiction)

Chapter 5

Hi Tom, lunch would be great! I am almost finished with my shoot, I'll text you the address.

Scarlett x

I quickly gave him my location and put my phone back in my bag as we started shooting. I wanted to go peek a few times to see his reply but never got a chance to. When we were almost finished I caught the eye of a tall man standing in the background, I couldn't make out his face beneath the intense lighting, but I was almost certain I knew who it was. Suddenly, I felt extremely nervous. 

When we were finished I quickly grabbed my bag and was about to turn when I heard his voice right behind me. "You model?" I turn towards him. "You didn't tell me that?" He was wearing a patterned shirt and some jeans. He looked so sexy I couldn't help but feel my stomach turning, maybe it was just because I was hungry, but I'm pretty sure it was butterflies. 

"Didn't I tell you? It isn't something I really tell people upfront. Most people don't really like models, or they have a very distinct perspective on the type of people they are."

"I know the feeling." He gives me that dashing smile and holds his hand out for me. With one swift movement, his hand is interlocked with mine and he chuckles as we walk out of the studio. 

"Scarlett, I was wondering if maybe you were a bit tired from today, maybe we should just make something for lunch at my place if you'd like?" I look up at him with a sigh of relief.

"That sounds incredible! All I want to do is relax, you know? Maybe we could watch a movie in front the tv? Do you have one?" he smiles down at me with something in his eyes, a strange look that tells me there is something bothering him.

"I do, and that sounds perfect. How does a Pasta Alfredo sound? Not very Parisienne I know, but it is one thing I'm really good at making. That and a cup of tea." He chuckles to himself, still watching me. 

"I would love that, and maybe later you can make me that cup of tea." 

"Will do, darling. The car is just upfront round here, let me?" he opens the door for me, as we get into a black tinted windowed BMW. Someone is sitting in the driver's seat when he climbs in next to me.

"And this? Seems awfully fancy?" he brushes his hand through his tousled hair. 

"Ehehe, I know, it is a bit much, but I'll explain it all tonight." I look down and feel the blush on my cheeks. Was it so wrong of me to pretend not to know who he is? I felt the blood rush to my face and I could hear my heart pulsating in my chest.

I have to tell him. 

"Tom, I have to tell you something." he frowns and looks at me seriously. 

"Yes, darling?" I look down at my hands not sure what to say, so I just say the first thing that comes to mind. 

"Isn't Paris terribly far from Asgard?" my voice is playful, but I'm sure my eyes are as big as a frightened deer. He looks at me dead serious for a moment, and I can feel fear rushing down my spine in thousands of needle pricks, but then he starts laughing. 

"So you know?" he looks down at his hands, placing one on my thigh. High enough to cause my breathing to pitch, but low enough to still make it respectable. "When did you figure it out?"

"Honestly? I didn't recognize you at first, but when you said your name, I recognized you, but after the last two days, I feel like I'm actually getting to know you. Not just the name, or title tied to you." he pulls his lips in a tight line and I can see he is anxious. 

"So, why didn't you just tell me you knew?" I look down ashamed, not really sure myself...

"I guess, I was curious to know the real you. I didn't want to be just some fangirl you met, I wanted to get to know Tom, the cute awkward guy who made me spill my cappuccino, not Tom Hiddleston, Loki of Asgard and famous British actor." he looks at me so intensely that I can not control my breathing anymore and I have to remove my jacket. 

"Scarlett, you should have told me." He leans in closer. "But I should have told you as well." I look up, meeting his blue eyes. "We're both in the wrong here, I wanted one day with a beautiful girl I met in a French café before I drag her into the madness that is my reality." he looks down ashamed. "I should have been honest with you." He sighs. "I will forgive you if you will forgive me?" I nod and without hesitance wrap my arms around him. He pulls me closer, and for a moment I forget that we are not alone. It is only when our driver coughs that I realize we are standing still in front of his place. We untangle and I quickly put my coat on. He quickly leads me up the steps, he is staying in some luxury hotel that I've only heard of, I never actually dreamt of coming here, especially not with Him. 

The hotel is magnificent, wooden floors and chandeliers are complemented with cream tapestry and drapes. The entire room is lit in a golden hue and in the middle of the room, there is a wooden table with a bouquet of white roses. He leads me to the left side of the room where the elevators are accompanied by staff members greeting you with attentive smiles.  

"Mademoiselle." he gestures for me to get on the elevator, "Mr. Hiddleston." 

"Bonjour." Tom nods politely. I can not help but grin like an idiot as Tom enters behind me. 

As soon as the doors close he turns to face me. "I'm glad we could be honest with each other. Honesty is a gift Scarlett, to be honest about who you are and how you feel, it encourages intimacy, and intimacy is really where it's at." he smiles, leaning against the wall. "And I would really like to get to know you better Scarlett."

"Tom, I feel the same. This is just all such an unexpected turn of events, I feel I have to keep reminding myself this is all real. I mean, just look at this elevator." I point to the luxurious wallpaper and chandelier. 

"I know, it is a bit much, but my agent insists on staying here. It is the safest hotel in Paris, no paparazzi will get even near the doors and the staff is extremely discrete."

He is watching me from opposite the elevator and I cannot read his face. He is looking at every detail of my face, studying me. At first, I want to fidget and look down, but he doesn't allow my eyes to leave his. I notice the scar on his forehead and the way his lips curl up even when he isn't smiling, only when the doors open do I notice the heated atmosphere inside the elevator. 

"Shall we?" he smiles as he takes my hand and leads me into the penthouse. Of course, he is staying in the penthouse. The room is made up of monochromes of pale whites, greys, and black countertops. The living area has a large black L-shaped couch and a huge plasma screen television. He leads me to the kitchen which has white marble countertops and every imaginable silver utensils under the sun. He shows me the guest bedroom, guest bathroom, his bathroom and then finally his bedroom. The bed is massive and covered in an elaborate white duvet cover and thousands of throw cushions, the north and east walls are floor to ceiling glass windows with a view overlooking Paris. I am stunned as I approach the windows in awe. 

"Breathtaking." I gasp, barely forming an audible whisper, but when he speaks he is right behind me, his lips next to my ear. 

I turn to close my bathroom door after showing it to her, but when I turn she is already halfway across the room. She is watching the skyline view. I look at her frail silhouette. This captivating person I've only know a day, but with whom I'm completely infatuated. 

I approach her slowly, afraid that if I make a sound this magnificent image of her in my bedroom, here with me, a statuesque image against the Paris skyline, might just suddenly disappear in a sudden puff of smoke. 

When I reach her, I close my eyes, breathing her in, trying to control myself. I was in awe of her.

"Breathtaking."  You are breathtaking. 

I turn to look up at him, he is smiling at me, but his eyes are serious. 

"Dinner?" he sighs, I wonder what he is thinking? I nod and he squeezes my hand. "I'll meet you in the kitchen, make yourself at home." He leaves and I watch as he strides across the room. 

There are some people in this world, who, when they leave a room seem to take all the air with them and leave you breathless and helplessly at their mercy. I was afraid to put my feelings to thoughts and even more afraid to put my thoughts into words, but I knew what I felt. 

I was completely, and utterly infatuated with him.