Dusty (Tom Hiddleston /Reader)

He Called Me Dusty

"Thanks, Dusty"

As I close the door the name sunk in.

Dusty, Tom Hiddleston gave me a nickname. Well, I never told him my real name, but still, it's better the "maid" or " servant".

I giggle to myself as I get to my car and go to the store for something to help with his cold.

After a quick run to the store and to my apartment to grab some DVDs for Tom, I go back to the house.

Walking up the stairs I hear nothing but soft snoring coming from the master. bedroom. I slip in and set the medication on the nightstand along with the DVDs.
The stack included many of my favorites such as: You've Got Mail, Labyrinth, Housesitter, and a mini-series called 10th Kingdom.

I glance over at his peaceful sleeping face, taking in how handsome and adorable he was.

We both jumped out of our skin when Bobby barked at me. As scurried to leave Tom told the over-excited pup to calm down.

"I'm sorry, I'll just be going home now. Hope you feel better."

Tom smiles at the stack of movies on the table.

"I have not seen Labyrinth in forever." He muses as he picks up the cover.

"It's a good one," I say.

He looks at me and for a minute we are just staring at each other and my heart skips a beat.

"Would you like to watch it?" He asks.

Now my heart is pounding.

What in the world. He must be delusional. I can't sit with him and watch a movie... It's unprofessional, it's strange, its.....

"Ok," the word surprises me.

He hands me the DVD.

"I'll get some popcorn, meet you in the living room." His says.

I walk down the staircase. Mentally yelling at myself.

What is wrong with you?
He is famous, and you and his help, you are fraternizing with your boss!

I sit down on the couch. Hearing him quickly cascade down the steps and go to the kitchen. The popping noise starts, I and I know this was silly of me.

Tom comes into my view, a dazzling smile on his face. He hands me a bowl of popcorn and the sites cross-legged next to me.

"It's so nice to have some company. I hate being alone all the time. I mean Bobby is great but he doesn't talk much."

Letting out a laugh, I could not help but relax when he talked.

"Sorry for not knowing your name earlier, and giving you that nickname." He says almost embarrassed.

"No, worries. I liked the name.

"What's your given name?" He inquiries.

"(Y/N)"

"Beautiful." Tom breathes

He pops in the DVD and the music from the start of the movie fills the room.

As we watch the amazing David Bowie sing and dance.
I keep seeing Tom mouthing the lyrics of Magic Dance.

I can't help but smile at him.

"What?" He questions.

"Nothing."I lie.

We laugh and talk all through the movie. For some odd reason, Im not nervous anymore.

"So, (Y/N) tell me about you."

I talk to him about my life: my family, my dreams of coming to England, I tell him everything. I let him know all the highs and lows of my past. His eyes changing as I tell my story.

He is actually listening to me.

When I finally tell him about my sick mom, I feel my words catch, and my eyes start to blur with tears.
Tom comes closer on the couch and rubs my back. finally, let the hell I've been through out to someone.

"I don't have anyone right now, my family is in America. I have no friends here. I have my job, but your right Bobby does not talk much. " I let out a weak laugh.

Tom is now rubbing his thumb over my knuckles. At some point, he took my hand in his.

"Im so sorry darling. You do have one friend here though" He soothes me.

"Who? " I ask

"Me?" He says more like a question.

"I'd love to have you as a friend," I answer

He gives me a hug and I instantly feel so at ease.
I finally have someone to talk to, someone to call a friend. And it just so happens to be Tom Hiddleston.

A/N
Its a little cheesy but we all need some cheese 🧀sometimes lol