A Little Break From Reality

Chapter 9

Jen's POV

The next couple of days I spent with Tom. He took me round to my flat to pick up some clothes and anything else that I needed. The days that followed were action packed and so much fun. Tom took me out for countless meals. He took me to the zoo, where we ran about acting more like animals than the creatures in the enclosures. We skipped down the streets together singing all the classics. We spent day at the roller rink, where Tom really got down and showed off his bizarre dancing skills, attracting more than a normal amount of attention to himself. Just about everywhere he went, a crowd of deranged fan girls would conjure asking for autographs and pictures, a few even asked if he would go to dinner with them. In most of these cases, Tom would simply grasp my hand tightly and I would blush. If looks could kill, I would have been killed a thousand times over by the fans. It began to leak into the media, that Britain's beloved Hiddleston was now off the market. Journalists would shove mikes in my direction, asking for all the details of our relationship. Although, Tom and I hadn't actually spoken about it, it was an unspoken truth that I was, in fact, dating Tom Hiddleston.

Late one afternoon, it was raining fairly heavily, Tom and I had decided that we would stay in and just spend some quite time together. We lay on the sofa with our bodies tangled together, under a blanket. I was thinking about how crazy Tom's life must be, with all the media and all trying to worm their way into every private aspect of Tom's life. I wonder how he managed it.

“Do interviewers and journalists not drive you crazy?” I asked, because my imagination simply was not sufficient.

“Yes, they do but you learn to deal with them. There is three things you can do with them; 1. You can tell them what they want to know, which is no fun at all. 2. You can say nothing at all which again is no fun. Or 3. You can do what I do and wind them up. Run rings around their questions, give them part of the answer and leave the rest open to imagination,” he chuckled.

“And if they ask about us?”

“Ah, well, that is your decision my dear. Tell them what you want the world to know and nothing more.”

“And if they ask what we are, what do I tell them?” I asked. I just wanted to see what he said.

“Aha, well played. Tell them that you are my girlfriend and I your boyfriend. If you are happy with that of course.”

“I am more than happy with that title,” I stated. His eyes widened.

“Really?”

“Really,” I assured him and kissed him passionately just to prove how honest I was being. Gosh, I was happy. The happiest I had been for a long time, in a relation that was built on nothing less than love and trust and happiness. I hadn't admitted that I loved Tom but I knew in my heart that given time, I would admit that fact more than happily. We spent the remainder of the daylight cuddled up together, and when the sun slipped effortlessly down just beyond the horizon, Tom broke free of my embrace, leaving me on couch to sleep, to make for me a meal fit for a king.