A Wicked Twist (A Tom Hiddleston Fanfic)

So Hungover

Hi all

Sorry for the delay in updates, all the marking in the world seems to have arrived at the same point. I was hoping to have more for you but I'm not happy with the evening bit yet. I'm on holiday next week so should have it sorted soon. On a plus note I'm now younger than Tom...for four months anyway!

Pad x

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"Sam?" I'm stood on a promenade somewhere sunny looking out over the crystal water but confused as to why the lamp post next to me is saying my name. "Sam?" The lamp post says with a bit more urgency, and has an earthquake started? "Sam?" It's now I realise I must be asleep as we do not get earthquakes in Britain and, I think more importantly to my discovery, lamp posts just don't talk. As I begin to regain consciousness there's a pain in my head that is pushing its way further forward and it's beginning to feel like someone is slowly tightening a vice. The vibrations, I now realise, are from someone shaking my arm slightly. I blearily open one eye to see who the offending person is and I'm met by the close proximity of Tom's face.

"Tom? What the hell?" I mumble, closing my eye again hoping he might not be here.
"Sorry to wake you up but if you want to come to the awards tonight you need to pack now. We're leaving in thirty minutes" he announces calmly. I can sense that he's still right next to my head, and that he's rather awake, unlike me. Hang on we're leaving in thirty minutes?
"What? You're not making any sense" I groan, pulling the covers over my head and I hear him chuckle.
"I'm on the ten thirty ferry back to the mainland. So I need to leave in the next half hour to make it" he explains, pulling my duvet back down. I open an eye to glare at him and I take the moment to study him, he's wearing a t-shirt that appears to be darker in some places.
"Have you been running?" I ask completely off point, but my thoughts are just spilling out without a filter.
"Yes. Now are you coming or not?" He asks again, folding his arms on the edge of the bed. I try and think for a moment and it really hurts.
"How can I? I'm way over the limit to drive" I argue weakly.
"I meant for you to come with me back to London" he says it in a way like I should have understood that.
"I've got a hire car here how's that going to get back? Hmmm?" I think I've got him there and pull the duvet back over my face.
"Seth is going to drop your car off at my house. I'll drive you home so you can get ready." He smartly answers like he's thought everything through and proceeds to pull the covers back down again.
"Urgh!" I flip my arms down by my sides like a child having a tantrum, "Do you really want me to go to these awards this much?" I moan, just wanting to sleep right now as my head is complaining more and more each second.
"Maybe," he pauses. I open an eye to look at him and when I say nothing in response he says, "Now you coming?" This time it sounds more of an instruction than a question.
"Fine!" I throw the covers off me. "Now sod off so I can get dressed. I'll meet you out side in half an hour." He smiles and pushes himself up off the edge of the bed. I roll onto my back and drape my right arm across my face.
"Take those tablets and drink all that water." I gingerly look to my left and see he's placed said items on the bedside table. "Don't go back to sleep" he says from the door way. With my left arm I grab my spare pillow and chuck it in the direction of the door. "Missed" he chuckles.
"Out!" I say again and this time he leaves closing the door behind him. I count to ten slowly in my head and focus on my breathing because as expected I have the hangover from hell. Carefully I sit up and swing my legs over the edge of the bed but the room swims into focus and my stomach lurches so I dash to the bathroom.

Thirty minutes later I've managed to keep down some tablets, shower and pack. I'm pretty pleased with myself considering how terrible I feel. The warm water of the shower has soothed my head somewhat and I am feeling a little more human, but still very sensitive to light and sound. I've thrown on some jogging bottoms, a t-shirt and a baggy jumper to stay comfy whilst travelling. I've accessorised my outfit with my Uggs, a scarf, some sunglasses and thrown my wet hair up into a twist on the top of my head. With one last look around to make sure I've packed everything I head out the door, dropping the glasses as the light hurts my eyes. Tom is leaning against his car as I walk out and he turns to look at me.
"Someone's suffering" he says with no hint of mockery as he comes over and takes my suitcase and guitar case from me.
"Not so loud" I moan and this time he laughs at me before placing the case in the boot and fitting the guitar behind the front seats.
"In you get" he instructs leaving the door open for me. I comply without a word and he shuts my door, a gentlemanly gesture that is lost on me in my current state. "You ready?" He asks once he's seated and as he puts on his seat belt.
"I think so, but I've not said bye to Ben and Sophie." I say looking over to their cottage.
"Rob knows where you've gone, he'll let them know and they'll understand." He really has thought of everything. As he turns the ignition the car roars to life and I put my seatbelt on too. Gosh this car is loud I think as we leave the courtyard and head down the driveway, in moments we're speeding off down country lanes. The car is comfy and warm and I snuggle down in the seat, focussing on my breathing and trying to mentally combat the nausea.