Imagines : TOM HIDDLESTON #Wattys2015

Imagine making Tom proud

Imagine making Tom proud

"I don't think I can do this", you say nervously, as you stand waiting in the wings beside the stage. Today was the big day, the opening night of the show and you had been chosen to play the lead principle dancer in Swan Lake. You'd been training so hard for months, and Tom had been trying to help you as best he could. Although he would come home completely shattered from a hard day filming, he would stay up late with you helping you. However, the past week he'd had to go away for filming, and you hadn't heard off him since. You'd arrived full of nerves at the theatre before the show, and was greeted to your dressing room that was covered in flowers and good luck messages. You picked up the massive bunch of white roses left of your table with a note, 'My swan, my angel, my queen, my love. Dance for me. Love Tom x'. You instantly felt much better and proceeded to get ready. You heard your music piece begin to play, and took a deep breath, before the lights came up on the stage and you took to the stage. You started dancing, trying to keep your nerves under control as you looked out at the sea of faces, all their eyes fixed on you. Then your heart leapt, you saw Tom watching you, his eyes gleaming in pride. He smiled and winked at you from where he sat, and you instantly felt more confidence, dancing like you'd never danced before throughout the rest of the show. Finally, you struck your final position and the music ended. The whole place erupted with noise as people clapped and cheered for you, showering the stage in flowers. You quickly raced to your dressing room and jumped out of your costume, before running to the stage door. Hundreds of people were there, asking for autographs and pictures, congratulating you, but there was one person who you wanted to see more than any. There he was, stood around the corner from the stage door, hiding out of view. You immediately rushed up to him, throwing your arms around him as he embraced you. "Y/N, I am so proud of you", Tom said, his voice swelling with pride. "You made it! I can't believe you came, I thought you said you couldn't get off work", you say refusing to let go. "I would never miss your big moment, besides, you deserve to be the star Y/N", he said kissing your forehead. You smile at him, as he takes your arm in his and walks with you back home. Along the way, you pass by a street musician playing a saxophone. "Excuse me sir, would you be able to play something a little slow?", Tom asked the musician, putting some money into his pot. He nodded and immediately started to play a slow waltz tune. "Tom, what are you doing?", you asked as he took your hand, and kissed it bowing. "Mrs Hiddleston, may I have this dance", he asked grinning at you. "Of course", you smile back at him, as he pulls you close to him, placing his hand onto your waist, holding your other hand in his. You rested your head against his chest, as you both stood there, swaying together in the moonlight, forgetting about the world.