Ice Cold (Tom Hiddleston Fanfiction)

The Aftermath

I stood in the doorway, my mind leaving me to fend for myself. The feel of Tom's lips remain on my forehead. It seemed like hours went by, time frozen, when in reality it had only been a few seconds.

Finally, he says, "Good night, love." His grin leaves dimples on his cheeks and a blush on mine. Well that went the opposite direction of how I wanted that to go.

I gulp down my thoughts and finally reply, "Night, Tom." He pivots on his heels, hands in his pockets, and strides casually down the hall to the stairwell that leads outside. Even after he's left, I still stand, as if I were waiting for him to come back and say, "Just kidding! I didn't mean that because we're just friends! Good joke right?" God, what have I gotten myself into? I haven't known him for possibly more than a few days and he's already kissed me?!

Ok, I'll admit, he's known to be affectionate. But this was just an apology date right? Right?! I have to talk to Emily right now. She'll know what to do. I turn and shuffle into my apartment, worrying a little about what Emily would think. Despite my efforts in prolonging talking to her, I know that I can either do it over the phone or face-to-face. The obious choice, in my opinion, would be over the phone.

I reach into my bag and dig for my phone. I find it and take a seat on my couch facing the T.V. I enter my passcode and text Emily's number.

12:44 p.m Um... so dinner is over and I think I need to talk to you!!!

12:45 p.m. Jo its 12:45 right now!!! What is so important that it can't wait till tomorrow?!?!

12:45 p.m. Sorry! Forgot you were sleepin! It can wait

12:46 p.m. -_- Goodnight Jo

So much for over the phone. I sit at my couch, kick off my flats, and take out the braid from my hair. The brown wavy curtain falls down my back and reaches just past the middle of my back. While I do this, I replay the kiss in my head. Am I making a bigger deal of this than it really is? Yes, I convince myself. It was only a kiss on my forehead. Like one your parent would give you! Ew. I push that thought out of my mind.

I sigh, strip out of my clothes (leaving them in a crumpled mess in the corner of my room), and slip into a hoodie and sweat pants. My bed is exactly how I left it this morning, knotted and balled up. I'm a firm believer in not making my bed. Why fix it if your just going to mess it up again. I sigh and launch myself onto my mattress, face first, and replay my dinner date with Tom in my head. He's nice. Too nice. And very much a gentleman, though he loves to talk. But I enjoy listening to how pretty his voice is. Stop it Joan. I scold myself. That's not how this is supposed to work. What you do is make it very clear that you guys are just friends, and move on with life. You're just the coffee girl anyway. Completely expendable. I exhale and curl up on my side, pulling the covers near my chin and wrapping them around my shoulders.

...

That night, I slept soundly and woke up refreshed. Something that hasn't happened in a long time. Sitting up in my bed, I checked the time. 9:30?!? I am always running late. Is my alarm clock broken maybe?? Quickly, my legs swing over the side of my bed and as soon as my feet hit the floor, I become Usain Bolt. I rush to my closet, throwing the doors open and snatching a light pink blouse, a dark pair of skinny jeans, and a pair of black ballet flats. I don't have time for a shower and I didn't take one last night, so my face is dry and oily. In the bathroom, I splash my face with water and scrub with my hands, throwing water everywhere. Despite my efforts, a bit of eyeshadow is left on my lid. Why Emily? I recover it with something close to the same color to make it seem like I want it there. Saving the worst for last, I grab a brush. Slowly and painfully, I drag out each knot that accumulated over the night and eventually, I look decent.