Ice Cold (Tom Hiddleston Fanfiction)

Date Night

I made my last major rounds of the set, taking and delivering orders. Eventually, it became 6 o'clock and I decided to take up Emily's offer for a makeover before dinner. Heading over to the trailer, I notice the dwindling numbers of cast and crew, signaling an early wrap-up today.

I knock twice on the door, warning her that I'm coming in, and enter. I find her on the couch, make-up scattered over the counter, brushes and hairspray littered the floor.

"I knew you'd come!" She jumps up, smiling.

"I can see." I stare at the floor, admiring the arrangement of tools and chemicals. She grabs my shoulders and steers me toward a seat facing the mirror. I slump over, not very excited about what comes next.

Emily yanked the hair tie out of my hair, releasing the ponytail, and tugged a comb through my brown hair. She parts it on top, and divides it into strands. Overlapping each strand across the back of my head, and into a beautiful braid that lay peacefully over my shoulder and intertwined close to my skull.

I gasped at the finished product. All that waiting and yanking of the hair apparently paid off. My hair never looked so beautiful. Ever. I really just stopped trying.

"Emily, wow." I gaped.

She grinned, obviously proud of her work, "You have great hair. I don't know why you don't ever do anything with it." A bottle of hairspray appears in her hand and she begins showering me in stiff chemicals. I cough and fan away the retched taste of the product.

"Now." She begins, "Make-up."

Emily grabs a tube of nude colored paste and dabs it onto my face, blending it with my skin with tip of her middle finger. She then picks up a black clasp, filled with a pink tinted powder, and brushes it onto my cheekbones. Next comes eyeshadow. Multiple layers and colors are painted on my eyelids. She grabs a cylinder, twists it open, and pulls out a delicate brush coated in a black liquid, and brushes it near my eyelashes; eyeliner. Mascara is last, and Emily applies a heavy amount of it too.

Finally, after what seemed like hours of siting, she allows me to see myself. And when I do, I can hardly recognize myself. I have what's called "smoky eyes" and a blush delicately kissing my cheeks.

Emily squeals. "Eek! Jo, you're gorgeous! Ohmigosh, Tom will absolutely die tonight!"

"No, no." I correct her, "We're only friends. Remember what we have to tell him." She crosses her arms and a smirk forces itself onto her lips. "Stop! It's not like that and you know it! He probably doesn't even like me."

"Jo, you're afraid of love. You're too stupid to see that he really does like you. Open your eyes and actually see what this could mean for you guys." I roll my eyes and get up.

"Thanks so much, Emily. Honestly, I haven't ever looked this good." I hug her.

"Just wait until you get dressed!" We release each other.

"I'll let you know how it goes!" I have one foot in and one foot out of the trailer, "Bye Emily!" She waves.

I drive home, the sun setting and turning the sky a brilliant orange. I soaked in the beauty of it all as I pulled into the parking lot to my apartment.

I opened the door to my home and made a beeline to my room, specifically my closet, and I dig for something to wear. Its been so long since I've been to a formal event, I have almost nothing.

This skirt is cute. Matching shoes? No. Next outfit.

Ooh! I like this shirt! Cute pants too! No shoes though. Next.

This skirt. I pull out a high-rise, black, lace skirt. Shuffling through my shoes, I thankfully find a pair of maroon flats, and the white button down shirt I pulled out earlier.