Masquerade, A Tom Hiddleston Story

Part 25 'A spoonful of sugar'

Going for a run. Please don't go anywhere.

I love you,
T

PS: no none is going to barge in on you/us this morning. So relax 😊

I smiled at the letter I found on his pillow. His handwriting as beautiful as he is. I got out of bed and felt the room spin. I let myself fall back on to the cozy mattress.

The bed smelled like him. I buried myself underneath the comforter, inhaling his scent. I glanced at the letter on his pillow. I took it and carefully read it again. Knowing that it will be recorded in my head for as long I live. His confident Ts, his loopy As and his curvy Os. I would even remember the font of the hotel stationary where this note is written on.

I rest the note back on the pillow and curled myself inside the comforter. My photographic memory playing the Tom Hiddleston and Kate Hallway movie inside my head. Our first meeting, first conversation, first kisses... What he wore, what he looked like without clothes on...

A lonely tear escaped my eyes. When he comes back I will have to continue the movie. And I can already see how it plays out. And it hurts.

But maybe this time we can work things out. He can be less pushy, I can be more willing. Maybe we can take it slow. Go back to square one. And then Derek's face came to view. My photographic memory also recorded his handsome face. And also our kiss.

The sound of the door startled me enough to make me sit up. I feel my stomach churned and my head spinning. I ran to the bathroom to throw up but nothing came out.

"Love?" Tom ran behind me towards the bathroom. He held me from behind as I throw up empty air. My mouth tasting bitter.

"You need to eat... How's the head?" He wiped my face and then my hands with a warm towel.

"Everything hurts when I move..." I told him truthfully.

"When was the last time you ate?" He asked as he held me and guided me to sit on the sofa in the living room.

"Just before the premiere... No wait a few hours before. Because I had to get my make up done..." I remembered.

"Aaah no wonder you feel like you do" he said as he offered me a lox bagel that he bought after his run. I accepted the warm bagel and started eating very slowly. My stomach growled.

"This explains everything... I mean you were clearly drunk but not drunk enough to be this sick. You can hold your drink... At least from the stories I heard..." He went on as he started munching on his own bagel.

"What stories?" I demanded in between bites.

"Well a story to be fair... From a certain Aussie actress you had a fabulous time with in Toronto" he winked.

That Miaaaaa....

"Well... clearly this was all due to the fact that I skipped a meal before the drinks. Like Mia probably have told you, my alchohol tolerance is usually very good" I held my head up high.

"So you weren't that drunk last night right? As in... Umm... You are perfectly aware and consented to our little... Umm activity" his eyes sparkled as he tried to get his words out. Followed by an adorable tinge of pink on his cheeks.

"Tom we had sex. It was very very good... Fucking amazing, in your own words. And yes, I was tipsy but no... I was perfectly aware of everything, I'm no victim here" I stated blatantly. I feel stronger and feistier by that last bite of bagel. I feel like myself.

He blushed again. This time deep red. I drank the mineral water on the table and felt my insides calming down. Now if only that throbbing headache will also go away.