Made Of Glass || Tom Hiddleston Fanfic

Chapter 05

Tom's P.O.V

It was really early, but I couldn't sleep. I needed to do something, anything. I decided to go for a jog. That usually helps me to ease my mind. But even as I ran, my head was full with memories of the previous night.

I would have never imagined Hayley had been through so much pain after losing her brother. It seemed life had not been easy on her. Her brother died, her parents did not seem to care much about her, she couldn't get a job at what she loved... She had Alaska and she had made it clear that they were more like sisters than best friends, but still... I felt my heart aching for her. I wondered how or who she was before any of that happened, and if there was anything at all I could do to bring back some happiness into her life.

Then, it hit me. There was something I could do for her. I had to try.

Alaska's P.O.V

My phone started ringing. I groaned before I could grab it from the night table. 'Who the fuck calls at 8 am on a Sunday?'. I could barely see the number.

"Hello?", my voice sounded raspy.

"Alaska?. It's Tom", a male voice said on the other side.

"Tom who?", I asked, still sleepy.

"Hiddleston...", he whispered.

My eyes opened widely at his response. I was now fully awake.

"Oh, shit! Sorry Tom, I was a bit sleepy. How can I help you? Is Hayley ok?", I asked immediately and regretted it right after. I made us look like teenage girls who talked about their dates. Which we were. Except for being teenagers.

"Is she?. I have not spoken to her since last night. I walked her home and made sure she got in safely", he replied. I could feel the concern in his voice.

"She is probably sleeping, don't worry. She told me you guys were going for a walk. How did that go?", I asked. Yes, I am shameless and nosy, but Hayley is like a sister to me and I wouldn't let anyone hurt her. Not again.

"It was a marvelous evening, if I may be honest. That is part of the reason why I am calling you".

"You'll have to be a little more specific, Tom...", I said.

"You'll see. She told me that she used to dance around her house whenever she was happy but ever since her brother died she felt she no longer had reasons to do that anymore...".

"So she told you about Niklaus...", I said slowly.

"She did. We talked about him for quite some time".

"That's strange... I mean, Hayley usually avoids talking about him. It's been three years since his death but, in her heart, the wound is still fresh. It hasn't healed and I'm not even sure it ever will", I made a pause. Tom had known Hayley for just about a few days but he seemed worried about her. There were obviously things I wasn't going to tell him about, because they were not mine to tell and because it'd only cause Hayley to suffer even more. "If she opened up and decided to tell you about it, it's probably because she sees something in you. You somehow managed to earn her trust in less than a week, which is extremely weird, even for Hay".

"Alaska... How was she like before she lost her brother?", he asked.

"What do you mean?".

"She spoke as if she was someone different before her brother's death. I just... I need you to help me. I need you to tell me how was she like. And what things she enjoyed".

"Hayley will kill me if she ever finds out about this and then I will kill you, but, as you seem so worried... I'll tell you. Hay was a firework. She was chatty, charismatic, kind, hilarious. She was the kind of girl everybody wanted to befriend. I remember we would have sleepovers and dance offs. She would shine. You could see her inner glow miles away. Did she tell you she was Prom Queen?".

As I was talking, I started having flashbacks of Hayley and I at high-school. She was so happy and cheerful.

And then... everything was taken away from her, leaving a void in her soul. A void that would sometimes reflect in her eyes.

"No, she didn't mention that...", he said.

"Well, she was. And this isn't her bff talking, this is her former classmate talking: she was outstanding, Tom. I had never seen anyone wearing a crown like that. It looked like it had been made just for her. You wanna know why people voted for her as Prom Queen?. It wasn't because she was, and still is, beautiful. It was because she has always been a warm-hearted person. She is pure, Tom. Sure, she could drink as a sailor and she'd dance on top of tables at the local pubs, but she has always been pure. And to think that some people took advantage of that... it makes me want to smash everything around me. Now, tell me, why on Earth would you want to know that?. Why didn't you ask her yourself?".

"I don't believe she would have told me any of this, but you did. And I needed to know it because I want her to smile again. I want her to be the woman who would shine. I want her to get her inner glow back...".

"You like her, don't you?", I asked. There was no other explanation. Either he really liked her or he was Gandhi's reincarnation.

"I like what she has shown me so far. I like her honesty, and the way her eyes look when she stares at the sky. I like how she was able to trust me, even without knowing me so well. I like the fact that she chose a rare major at College just because she was passionate about it", he replied.

"I'll help you, but if you ever mention this conversation... I will rip your head off...", I warned him.

"I will not do such thing...".

"Good. Now, get a pen and paper. There's a lotyou'll need to write down".