Not A Mistake ~ Tom Hiddleston

O3O ~ Filí

φιλί = pronounced filí and it means kiss in greek.

It's been a long and hot day and all you want is to take a cold shower and get into your pyjamas to just go to sleep. With that thought you're getting back towards the hotel but halfway you're being grabbed and pulled into an alley. You want to scream and kick your abductor only to see that it's Tom. His face full with guilt and he has wrapped his hand over your mouth to keep you from screaming again.

'Please, don't. They're going to think I actually grabbed to rape you.' You stare at him with raised eyebrows. 'Well, you did just grab me from behind.' You cross your arms in front of your chest and avoid eye-contact. 'I'm sorry, ok? But I grabbed you for a reason. We need to talk and and I don't know when you'll get back to our room but I want to clear the air before then. I hope you understand.' A sigh escapes your lips as you see multiple scenarios in your head where things could go wrong here. 'I see you're feeling better.' Is the first thing you respond to him now. 'I am. And I am sorry. You're right, I was being an ass and it hurts me that I hurt you although you did get under my skin.' You now turn your gaze to him and furrow your eyebrows together. 'How many times do I have to apologize for that? I am glad you are finally. It's just.. why did we fight to begin with? And why, please tell me why, did you get so drunk the other night? We could have had this conversation the night you came home.' He looks guilty and nods. 'I know. I wasn't feeling like it.' Of course he wasn't. What a typical man.

'And why we fought. About your mood swings throughout that day.' Oh.. right. 'Yes, I know that. But that was mainly because of the fucking scandal that is now unfolding! Have you seen the headlines of the papers? They're shaming us! Because we stood up for ourselves! You seemed fine with it that the press was writing this and I couldn't have that! She was rude and mean and and..' Anger is rising inside you again. 'A condescending twat?' Woah, what a magnificent swear. You've never heard him say "twat" before and it's mind-blowing. 'Precisely.' You can't help but giggle a bit.

Tom slowly frees you from his grasp, seeming he had both his hands pinned near your shoulders so you couldn't leave. 'I do care. That's why I yelled at that girl to begin with but at the moment there is nothing I can do about this scandal. Because it's two in one! You being pregnant isn't helping us either so I just cope with it.' What? 'You just.. cope with it? Is that what we're supposed to do now? It isn't fair, Tom! We should speak up! Defend ourselves!' He just shakes his head. 'It's no use, love. I've been in this business long enough to know that it wouldn't change a thing. We'll make it worse even! Give it time and it'll blow over.' But you don't want it to blow over. 'I don't want that, Tom. I need to speak for myself because how people are treating us right now is destroying me. I went out for tea today and the waitress pretended to drop the hot drink on me! She didn't because she can't really do that but I saw her sneaky little grin! Call me paranoid but I'm not going to die by the hands of a deranged fan.' He hushes you, trying to calm you down and tells you that no one is going to kill you and you know he's right. It's just messing with your head. The people and media are messing with your head, trying to break you down and guess what, it's working! For months they have been terrorizing you with hate. Just no death threats but you have a feeling that those are on their way too.

'I knew it wasn't right to come out, yet.' He whispers but that's the one thing that sets you off now. 'It was right in every way, Tom! In every way! I have the right to be happy and you have that right too! We shouldn't hide ourselves from the world because of people hating on it. I love you, I don't want us to be hidden. If it were up to me, I'd shout it from the rooftops. But I guess you and I don't share that opinion because of what you just said.' You're almost yelling at him, probably causing some attention around you but you're done for today. You're tired and you still desperately want that shower. 'I'm going to the hotel now. Are you coming with me or do you want to stay for a little bit? Because I'm tired and I have a baby inside me that cannot handle stress well so for his or her sake as well, I'm ending this discussion now.' You want to walk away but his arm stops you from moving. He pins it next to your shoulder again while grabbing your chin with the other. 'Tom, I really want to go.' You sigh but he doesn't listen yet does he answer. You try to break free by moving his arm but he's too strong for you. How can a tired woman win this? 'Please, quit playing games.' For some reason you free yourself but he immediately pins you against the wall completely and presses his lips on yours. You don't want to but you comply easily, letting his lips glide over yours while your hands are cupping his face. It's a smooth and passionate kiss, the kind that make your insides melt and frees the excitement in your abdomen.

As you pull back, you rest your head against the brick wall. Your lips are swollen and red from the roughness of the kiss and you smile to yourself as of course, Tom has wrapped you around his finger. 'Let's speak up, then. If that is what you want.' Tom suggests and you nod. 'We need to fight back.' He knows you're right and although he knows it's going to get worse. Probably. He also thinks it could have a chance. Besides, doing nothing will only "accept" certain things during the time of a scandal. 'This will be such fun.' He whispers and takes your hand to go back towards the hotel.

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