Ice Cold (Tom Hiddleston Fanfiction)

Room for Dessert?

I stood at the door of the trailer, pondering whether I should leave or stay and help her. I turned and pounded on the door with my palm. "Emily? Please. We can figure this out! Just let me in!"

"Go away, Jo! You've done quite enough." I can hear her muted voice through the metal. It pierced my heart to know how I couldn't get through to her, so I turned away and strode casually towards another trailer. This one reading "Tom Hiddleston." I knock on the tin door, and it opens almost as soon as I take my hand away from it. A tall, slender man looks down at me.

"Hello Jo!" He looks thrilled, beaming practically ear-to-ear at my presence.

"Hey Tom." I'm obviously not as enthusiastic. "Can I come in?"

His face is suddenly very concerned, "Yes of course. Please, please enter." He widens the door to let me through. I step in and look around. It's not as messy as before, but there still are some misplaced items. "It's kind of a mess right now." He hurries forward and shoves a few articles of clothing into a corner and swipes his arm across a counter, clearing it.

I find a seat on the couch in the back of the little room. "It looks better than the last time I was here!" I joke. He chuckles in response.

"Yes. It is quite actually." He sits on the opposite side of the couch, elbows resting on his knobby knees. "You seem distressed Jo. What happened?"

"Ehh," I procrastinate, not sure I'm willing to share, but confess anyway, "I got in a fight with Emily over something stupid."

"Well you're always welcome here." He smiles and spreads his arms wide in a welcoming indication.

"Thanks Tom. So how's filming going?"

"Quite well. I'm excited to see the finished product. It's great working with all these experienced, professional actors." He goes into a rehersed mode, as if he's practiced these answers all before.

"Sounds like fun!" I acknowledge blankly, studying the floor patterns.

"So uh," He clears his throat awkwardly, "What happened between you and Emily."

"I-I'd rather not..."

"Ok." The silence is uncomfortable. I'm thinking about our fight, but he seems to be "busying" himself with "work" on his phone. He doesn't push it though, and I'm glad, but it's eating away inside me. Here I sat with someone who was quickly becoming one of my closest friends, and if I couldn't tell him about our fight, then who could I tell? I decide to spill.

"Fine." His eyes flit up to my face, studying what must be going on inside my head. He sits back on the couch and listened intently to my words. "It's kind of awkward at first, so hear me out."

"Of course." He said as if I suggested we not jump off a bridge.

"Ok then." I go on explaining how Emily thought of us as a couple. His face flooding with emotion each time I brought up something new. When I mentioned Emily's suspisions, his face went hard and stern. I overlooked it and explained how I accused her of not admiting her feelings towards Chris. Tom seemed unfazed at this news for some reason. I told him about Chris walking in on us arguing and he laughed, quickly stopping himself seeing how I was not amused.

"Emily just seemed to just shut down after that. Shut me out. She told me to get out of her trailer, and believe me I tried to get her to let me back in, and I came to you." My voice slowly crept to a whimper as I recalled my morning. Before I even realized what was happening, Tom scooted closer to me and placed a firm yet comforting hand on my shoulder.

"Joan, even the best of friends have fights. Consider this just a minor setback. Even Chris and I fight."

"Really?"  I sniffed, blinking back tears, "You guys are practically brothers though."