Something British (tom hiddleston fanfic)

It was safe to say I looked like a hot mess

I stare at Tom, completely speechless as he shuffles, carelessly through his pockets and pulls out a plain, black, iPhone 4 and holds it out to me.

"And I believe this is yours." He smiles.

When I don't make a move to retrieve my phone, a confused look crosses his face and he gives the phone a little shake.

"Aurora?"

As if his voice saying my name was a splash of ice cold water in my face, I instantly snap out of my daze and reach numb fingers out to take my phone.

"Yes. Thanks." I say, visibly distancing myself from him. I hope he doesn't notice...

He notices.

As I move away from him, Tom shifts closer, now looking a little nervous.

"Hey, Aurora, are you okay? You look a little ill. Is it that blueberry muffin you're eating? It must have been expired or something. You know that cashier guy-"

"No!" I interrupt, a little too loudly. Some people stop to look at us and I duck my head.

"Uhh, I mean yes. I'm feeling a bit sick." I start to get up off of my seat. "I should probably head back to my hotel room. Thanks for breakfast by the way."

I quickly scamper away, I hear Tom calling out my name to come back but I ignore him, pushing through Cranberry's glass doors. I feel the cold London air hit my face and finally let the tears I've been holding back fall. I don't care if strangers are giving me weird looks right now.

He has a girlfriend? What the actual fuck? Since when does the British bachelor have a girlfriend?

And how could he lead me on like that? Why would he invite me out to a nice breakfast instead of just meeting me at a random place and swapping phones? Why lead me on like that?

Why should I care anyways? I shouldn't get angry over this It's not like he would ever be interested in me. It's silly now that I think about it. Why would an attractive movie star ever be interested in a girl he just met. Me nonetheless.

I'm not famous like the girls he could have, not half as pretty, and not half as interesting as other girls. I run a blog that revolves around him for god sake! I should have just got a picture with him like a regular fan instead of making up this whole lie and developing a crush on him...

Crush?

Yeah, sure I've always had a crush on him, but it was always just a celebrity crush. it didn't mean anything. my heart wasn't in the way or anything. I would just look at pictures of him online and think, 'damn, I would hit that.' it didn't mean anything.

But now it does.

I'm walking the opposite direction of Cranberry's on an unfamiliar area, head down and crying. It was pathetic really. I should go home.

After what seemed like forever I had ceased my ridiculous crying, and started to think. I thought about how much I've done in such a short time, I thought about Sofia and how she must be worried sick about where I am, but I just couldn't bring myself to go home. I thought about how any other girl like me would have loved to be in my place and how they would not mess it up by getting her heart in the way of things. Finally, I stopped thinking about Tom Hiddleston in general and just kept walking

A century later I lifted my head and looked around at my surroundings, not recognizing anything. Where the heck am I?

It seems like I wandered into the wealthy side of the city.

All around me there were expensive cars and limousines. Looking up I could see magnificent skyscrapers. Imagine what it must look like here at night time. So lit up with big glowing lights..