Not A Mistake ~ Tom Hiddleston

OO6 ~ Distracted

Once {y/n} was out of sight, Tom started walking towards the exit of the airport. Multiple paparazzi are approaching him and are almost drowning him with questions about you. They're already assuming he's dating you because let's face it, that's what the media does. 'I'm not dating the girl, it was a fan whom I've spent time with the past few days because of a letter she wrote me' It hurts in his chest to say it so bluntly, although the smile on his face. He just doesn't really understand why the reporters need to make assumptions like that. 'What kind of letter did she write?' Like he is going to tell them. 'I'm sorry, but I'm not going to tell you what she wrote. Respect her privacy a little, would you?' Now kindly fuck off. Even though he doesn't say the last sentence, it's what he truly wants to say.

Yes, Tom is like the happy and polite guy towards the media and fans and it's not just an act. However, it is draining his energy because sometimes he wants to just snap. He can't but he wants to. Today is one of those days. He just hopes that you will find the note and call him. But he is also very careful about it since he is well aware of the age difference between the two of you. And even though he doesn't want to care about that, he does. It's kind of strange and he knows that. And he knows that you know.

He didn't get a call from you that night which disappointed him deeply. At least he tried, right? But he understands seeing that it was a mistake all along to even start this. She probably got to her senses. His thoughts state but he shakes his head. Or perhaps she hasn't seen the note yet. What a hopeful thought. Maybe he should cling onto the second.

It is early in the morning when his phone starts ringing. A foreign number is on the screen. It looks like it's from a different country. Hope blossoms inside of him as he answers the phone a tad too excited. 'Hi, Tom? It's {y/n}. I'm sorry I haven't called earlier but I was home pretty late and thought you might have been asleep already'. He finds it amazing to hear your soft voice.

'It's ok. I understand! How was your flight?' He asks, sitting up straight into his bed. He has a day off today and decided to sleep in. Not that he could do such a thing. His mind was constantly thinking about you and if you had gotten home safely. He doesn't want you getting hurt. 'Quite short. It's only a fourtyfive minute flight but I had some trouble going home. I came around the time taxi drivers and bus drivers were on strike'.He hears the chuckle in your voice. 'It's ok though, my dad came to pick me up' 'I'm sorry to hear that, love. But I am glad you made it home safely' Tom says and is mentally deciding whether to go out of bed or stay in it for a little longer. 'Did you know that we were trending on Twitter this morning?' He is not surprised but he is slighlty disappointed. He never wanted to bring you out in the open, in the crossfires of the media. He sighs and starts apologizing to you but you assure him it's ok. 'Don't worry about it! I thought it was kind of fun that I caught their attention. Normally I wouldn't because I don't have a career in the show business. However, I hope it doesn't scare you that they did this because I would love to go see Hamlet with you'. The way you softly tell him that, is making him feel something in the pit of his stomach. A smile is creeping up his features and he tells you he will work on getting you both tickets. 'With some good seats, I hope'. You joke and he can't help but let out a chortle. 'I promise, love'

Meanwhile, you're biting your lip after saying the small joke. You can't get him out of your head and although the age difference you already see yourself do naughty things to him. But your mind tells you that after the whole Shakespeare thingy, he is probably going to let it die down. All because he is eighteen years older than you and probably because he is famous and you are not.

You end the call and go towards your work. When you called him you had exactly half an hour before you had to go. But during the day, you couldn't keep your mind to work rather than thinking about Tom. Pull yourself together, {y/n}! He is never going to love you like he would in a fanfic! You try to fix your mind to something else, like a holiday in a warm country but it quickly escalates with the gorgeous man next to you, with a sun kissed skin and defined yet subtle abs. Fuck! Why can't you think about something else? Or someone else? But that someone else isn't much better as the glorious winter soldier enters your mind. And you can name a few others besides Sebastian Stan. The list is perhaps a bit too long for your taste but you wouldn't dare erase anyone from it. Don't think about someone famous. Just because you met Tom and he gave you his number to go see Hamlet, doesn't mean he will pursue further contact after it. Brace yourself so you won't get hurt so much when he stops seeking you. Your thoughts are all over the place and you have no idea how to organize them again. And when you finally get back to feeling normal, it automatically goes back to Tom. You give up and go towards your boss to call in sick.
You can't even work properly. What is he doing to you?