Tom's Sky (¡A Tom Hiddleston fanfiction !)

#40

I regretted my decision, of going to New York, the moment I stepped into the airplane.

That feeling of despair, because you're feeling something you shouldn't feel, you think you're doing something you shouldn't do, you're in a place you shouldn't be and you're going somewhere you shouldn't go.

When I felt the plane jolting, as the wheels touched the landing track, my anxiety and paranoia also landed in my head.

You know those movies and books where they compared butterflies flying all over your stomach, to describe certain situation?

It's bullshit.

*Language*

-Get out of my fan fiction, Captain Rogers-

As I was saying...

You don't feel that, at least not if you have a severe case of anxiety... and you know that.

At least I wasn't having a breakdown and collapsing on the floor.

YET!

I waited for everyone to get up and line up, to get out of the plane.

It always gets me nervous, when someone's waiting behind me.

I'm telling you... paranoia.

"You're not coming?" The old man asked and I smiled, nervously.

"Uh, yeah! I will just... hmm... take my bag and... yeah, this" I stutter.

Oh dear, if I get this nervous when one old man asks if I'm coming out of the plane.

I don't want to think about what's going to happen in that damn conference, with thousands of people watching.

Just thinking about it, made me feel sick.

And there you are... dreaming 'bout being a big star.

Was that a lyric from Imagine Dragons? Yes it was.

Once I got all my belongings, I tried to calm down and remind myself, why I was here, but also... WHY I was here?

"Alright, Skylar, stay calm, stay calm, stay c..." I said, repeatedly, but a voice behind my shoulder, stopped my mantra.

"Glad to bump into you, before we go separate ways" the old man from the plane spoke, as we both walked outside the messy and crowded JFK Airport, to take a taxi.

I couldn't do nothing else than just smile, apologetically.

I was pretty much avoiding this kind of situation.

I didn't want to be rude, but I walked as fast as I could, without running, so I wouldn't have to talk to anyone and the old man managed to find me.

It was just so weird, he reminded me of Georgio and thinking about him, made me remember home and the fact that none of my friends texted or called me, since I got to London.

I didn't want to think that they were mad at me, because I decided to go to New York, without telling them.

"I'm impressed, though, you managed to walk through all that mess behind, I barely could make it to the bathroom without being pushed by people" he commented.

"I suppose this is how New York works" I said.

"I think there's some kind of tumult back there, because of some Hollywood star, the usual, they should have some kind of private airport, just for them, so they wouldn't interfere with normal people, trying to get to their destination in peace" the man rambles.

The man was actually quite right, there should be a private Hollywood airport.

Instinctively, I looked around to see if I could spot that person, but there was just too many people.

Like if any person in that airport, was a celebrity, surrounded by fans.

But most of them were just families, greeting those who just arrived.

"Oh, that's my ride" The kind man points to the car, who just parked in front of us.

A young lady came out of the car and helped the man to get his things into the trunk.

The woman smiled politely to Skylar, when the man waved at me.

So much socializing with strangers for today, I need to finish this day as fast as possible and go back to California.

Once I get a taxi, I will try calling my friends again, they can't be this rude and not answer my calls and texts.

I had plenty of time in the morning, since the conference was going to be past midday.

But I had no idea what to do or where to go, with so much free time.

Now what in Valhalla am I going to do all these hours?

The phone rings and I gasped.

"That must be Evy!" I quickly took my phone and answered.

"Hello?" I say.

"I was hoping you'd be in town already, so I wouldn't do all this trip in vain" someone said from the other end of the call.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" I asked, skeptically.

"You just forgot about our meeting, that's great" he laughed.

The laugh made me realise who was calling.

"Oh, Harry! How did you know I was landing today?" I asked, amusingly.

"Well, that UNICEF thingy is today right? So our meeting was scheduled for tomorrow... can we have this conversation in the car please?" He asked, abruptly.

"What car?" I asked, just when a car stopped in front of me.

Things like this makes me want to dig a hole on the ground and bury myself in it.

There was this white car, kind of vintage, waiting for me.

In the driver seat, was Harry, laughing and still holding his phone against his ears.

"Are you gonna get inside or what?" Harry asked, i was just thrilling.

I hesitated, Harry opened the door from his seat and insisted.

"I can't park here too long" he says.

Believe me when I say, I was tempted to start running, instead of getting inside that car.

"Do you have any idea the attention this is going to drag towards us?" I hissed, still frozen on the sidewalk.

"That's exactly what you're doing by standing there and yelling at me" Harry teased.

"Damn it!" I coursed under my breath and opened the passenger's door.

"Was it that hard?" Harry smirks and I frowned.

"Your questions always sounds like they are full of second meanings, you know that?" I say, as I wear the seatbelt.

"May or may not, you'll never know" he grins and drive away from the airport full of curious eyes.

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HEY! sorry for this lack of updates, although no one actually reads anymore.