Take Off (COMPLETED)

Chapter Thirteen: Inside His Mind

YOU GUYS I AM SO SORRY. I WROTE THIS LAST NIGHT, AND THEN WHEN I TRIED TO PUBLISH IT, THIS LITTLE THING CAME UP SAYING THERE WAS AN ERROR AND I ALMOST THREW MY PHONE OUT THE WINDOW

BUT HERE YOU GO XD

Anyways, I know this is short, but it is Mother's Day, and it is Sunday. Also, how have your mothers days been going? I got my mum some flowers and a necklace.(: And, always remember the mothers who couldn't be here to celebrate, and remember the families.<3

Okay, now, I've decided to write this in Toms POV, sooooooo don't judge it because obviously I have know idea how Tom Hiddleston thinks, so yeah. XD

Alrighty, enjoy!

XOXO

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Toms POV;

I switch the nob in my shower, then pull off my sweaty running gear, as I've just gotten back from my morning run. Record time, for myself. Only thirty minutes for a twenty mile run! After plugging in and checking my phone, I slide into the shower and let the water run down my body. I wash my hair, and body, then just stand there for a while, not really being conservative with my water usage.

Finally, I get out, toweling out my hair quickly, then wrapping it around my waist, my chest bare. I finish with brushing my teeth, and walking to my room, phone in hand, scrolling through some tweets. Twitter is some subject, if I must say. Lots of different sorts of fans. There are some who are mildly alright, then the ones who are quite emotional, and the loud, obnoxious ones, (who are very amusing), and the... Em... More passionate? Fans.. They write very, VERY descriptive fictional stories on places like Tumblr. Tumblr is evil. I have searched myself once, and vowed to do it NEVER. AGAIN. It's hideous, and quite horrifying, the perverse things that they say. I can't say I'm not a bit flattered though, that people take such an interest in me.

I slide on some jeans, and a regular blue t-shirt, then fix myself some toast. After spreading butter and jam on it, I settle into my couch, looking out the window. I love the view. It's one of the reasons I bought this flat. I live on one of the highest levels, so I have a very wide view. I can see the London Eye, Big Ben, and the tops of very old buildings. It's gorgeous in the morning.

After I finish my breakfast, I continue gazing out at the streets, watching the river, the boats, the people running about with their business, some on the phone, and then the tourists, bustling about with maps and cameras. Then, my thoughts drift, as they so often do, and I am thinking of my date with Mackenna. That's such a lovely name. When I think of the name Mackenna, I think of birds, and laughter, and wolves. She loves wolves. Her laugh is infectious... And her eyes sparkle so bright.. I remember her eyes. I'm sure on our date they were shining brighter than the moon! And when we finally kissed. Oh, I've wanted to kiss her since the moment I saw her on that plane. The urge to move my lips to hers, is almost... A staple. She smells like spring. Like tulips. Oh god, Tom. You're in deep. You're thinking so romantically, and she probably doesn't even feel the same way. Well... Doesn't she? She blushes quite often when I'm around.... But maybe she only does that because I've embarrassed her or something. But.. She did kiss back, did she not? Ah, well. Don't think about that. Think on how beautiful she is, and how happy she makes you.

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After a few hours of piddling around the flat, and tidying up, I get a phone call. Picking it up, a grin plasters itself onto my face. It's Mackenna.

What do I say? I decide to not overthink it, and press answer, bringing my phone to my ear.

"Hello, Mackenna!" I say. Easy enough. She hesitates a bit, and says, "Hi, Tom." She sounds nervous... Or maybe she just isn't good on phones. "How are you?" She asks.