Walking on Wrong Paths ( A Tom Hiddleston FanFiction )

Chapter VIII

-2 months and many days later-

" Now remember you are all responsible, old enough students who are independent. And I expect to see that from all of you." Prof. Theodor said, while scratching his grey beard.

About twenty.. Or thirty students attended the trip including Olivia ( she isn't a Literature student but she bought her own ticket because apparently, she wanted to be with me.)

We got on board the plane and I probably slept throughout the whole ride. Olivia sat two rows left of me.

Okay, Day 1 of trip in London. Currently 6:37pm.

I inhaled the cold air of December as soon as I stepped out Heathrow airport, holding my navy blue travel suit and wearing my grey backpack with my dark brown wavy hair blowing against the wind. The ground was piling up with snow.

The responsible teachers calling out a roll call when I finally I heard my name.

" Cara? " called out Professor Theodor.

And I boarded the bus.

Olivia wasn't part of the trip so she had her own ride.

20 or 25 minutes later we got to our hotel with reserved rooms. And I ran to my hotel room as soon as they handed me the key.

I dropped my baggage on the floor, got changed and lay on the single bed with white covered sheets.

I kept on thinking. I wonder if Tom is currently in London, or what he is doing right now.

Ugh, Cara no. Stop it. Face reality.

7:12pm

I decided to keep my mind off these thoughts by looking at the list of shows/plays on theatres in London that are listed on a paper given to every student.

List :

1) Othello, 7th December at Grand Theatre : 12:30am-2:30pm

2) Coriolanus 6th December at Donmar Warehouse in Covent Garden : 7:30pm-9:40pm

Hm, Coriolanus.. That's a reasonable time and place. The play starts in 20 minutes.

I grabbed my light brown over coat and dashed out of my hotel room and hailed a cab.

The night was young and the stars shimmered. Beautiful indeed.

By time, I finally got to Donmar Warehouse. I bought a ticket which wasn't too pricy since this play is for tourism purposes from what I can tell.

The place was lit with yellow dim lights giving a dramatic effect and shade on the stage, the chairs were as bright red, and it was spacious. Curtains that stretched from the ceiling to the polished oak wooden floors.

I got to my seat and was reading the list ( the one they gave to the students. )

The lights faded from the audience's side, except for he stage. It illuminated the stage in fact.

" Before we proceed any further, hear me speak." Said a voice behind the massive curtains.

Then the curtains swiftly parted, revealing the scene.

" Speak, speak." A handful of crowd said facing the man.

The play was getting intriguing and more intense.

" Hail noble Marcius!" Menenius cried out as a man approached the scene.

I felt heat arousing in my body and my heart pounding. It can't be.

"Thanks. What's the matter, you dissentious rogues,

That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion,

Make yourselves scabs?" The man said.

I felt extremely uncomfortable, how can it be?

Is that.. Tom?

I attempted to hide myself by cupping my hands on my face, cause damn was I visible indeed. I sat in the front row.

I don't know why I'm hiding, I guess its just I'm afraid this crush will just be.. More, severe.

Cara, you're being silly. Snap out of it.

Do you really think he'll remember you? Its been months since the comic con.

He faced the stage, and looked at the crowd.

I silently prayed, Do not make eye contact with me. Do not make eye contact with me.

His eyes landed on mine unexpectedly. He looked at me for a moment, as if he just saw a long lost friend.

Trying to forget that moment, I was lost not just in the way he moved and acted out his part compassionately but I was lost for a minute when a woman entered the stage and.. Who I figure is Virgilia ( the wife of Coriolanus ).

I'm not jealous okay. I'm just, she's not good in acting. Besides, there's no point in being jealous.

The play ended well and the place filled with applause. The actors exits and the curtains concealed the stage.

The place was dead silent, I liked it. I decided to sit for a while and take a moment.

" Its an unusual place and time to meet don't you think?" A voice spoke.

Startled that I am, I jumped out of my chair shocked.

It's Tom. Wearing a black leather jacket and a light blue shirt with his legs rested on the chair in front of where he rest.

" I'm sorry, I didn't me to startle you. I was just, I mean. I remember you, from the comic con." He giggled.

" You do?" I asked. Trying to be confident and not chickening out.

" Of course, Cara." He grinned.

" Yeah, that's me."

" Of all the places in the world, we end up seeing each other here. " he laughed at the coincidence.

Is it faith or just chance?

The conversation to me was quite awkward since it was only the two of us in the theatre. And its already 10:55pm as I glanced at my watch.

" Are you running late?" He asked with a concerned look.

" Oh, uhm, No. i'm not."

" Then perhaps you would like me to escort you?" He asked so gently.

" Thanks but I can handle my self." AHH! There you go again Cara! Acting overly tough! When you're definitely NOT!

" Ah, but I insist. Its quite difficult to get a cab at this ungodly hour and its dangerous to walk alone, specially at this time." He says with an enchanting accent.

He's right Cara, accept the bloody offer.

I glanced at my watch once more. Damn it. 11:05pm

" Sure. " I smiled.

He stood up, over powering my height.

He gestured his arm for me to hold. Struct for a moment, but I did anyways.

I know that I will spend the rest of the night asking myself whether this is real or not.

Cause Dear Reality, slap me right now.