Not A Mistake ~ Tom Hiddleston

O34 ~ After-Party

 After the show, you let Tom guide you out of the building with Scarlett and her boyfriend behind you. 'We'll see you there, ok?' She says, a smile present on her face. 'Yes.' Before it gets too crowded with everyone walking out and the fans that are still gathered around, he leads you away. The valet parker comes back with his car and before you know it, you're on your way towards a location that only a few stars know about. 'How many is a few?' You ask him, your curiosity is really high right now. 'Give or take, two-hundred.' Wow. 'Really?' You have trouble supressing the grimace creeping up and when he gazes at you shortly, he sees it shining through. 'Is someone getting excited to meet them?' You nod and turn to fix your gaze to the landscape rushing by. 'Guilty as charged.' You mumble but he hears. 'It's fine, love. I will introduce you to as many as I can.' What a lucky woman you are.

You have Tom's hand in yours when you enter the party. It's so official, with guards at the door and a mini red carpet at the entrance while you only see recognizable faces. 'This is so surreal.' You gasp and follow Cate Blanchett with your eyes as she passes you by in the most glamourous dress you've ever seen. And don't get you started on Blake Lively  who is talking to Jason Segel.

'Come, darling. Let's go grab a drink and after that, I have a few people I'd like you to meet.' You nod and follow him towards the bar, not letting go of his hand all the way there. 'Oh and they want to meet you too.' How exciting! You keep gazing around the venue and you are practically blinded by all the stars here. 'What do you want?' Tom asks you and you reply by asking for orange juice. You can't be "cool" due to a kid growing inside you. 'Freshly squeezed?' You turn to look at Tom with amazement. 'What? Really? Sure! If it's not too much trouble.' He chuckles softly. 'Trust me, it's not. You have no idea what some of these people are requesting.' It makes you laugh too. 'I don't think I want to know.' It will destroy your image of some people.
It doesn't take long before you're holding a freshly squeezed orange juice in your hand and are being lead away from the bar and towards the people that want to meet you. You first see Scarlett already waving at you and you wave back when you get closer. 'Hey! Oh! That looks nice, I didn't even know you could get that here! I'm going to get one myself.' She says after carefully hugging you and leaves to actually get one of her own. You don't blame her. It is really nice.

'{Y/n}, let me introduce you to my brother from another mother, Chris Hemsworth.' You almost drop your drink when you stare at the man before you. His blonde hair neatly groomed, his tux already with the first buttons loose and his bow-tie is nowhere in sight. 'Holy crap.' You whisper under your breath when you shake his large hand. 'Hi there. Big fan.' You smile and watch him supress a grin.
The weirdness subsides pretty easy and before you know it, you're having a casual conversation with the guy who played Thor. You also meet Chris Evans, Chris Pratt and Chris Pine. You hope that's it with the guys named Chris because it's exhausting. Tom is caught up in a conversation with Chris Hemsworth and you tell him you're going to find Scarlett. You are in desperate need of woman talk.

Thankfully, you find her quickly with also an orange juice in her hand. 'Oh! {Y/n}, come meet Elizabeth Olsen. The whole Avengers gang is here! If you want, I'll summon the others here too. I heard you are a fan of the franchise.' You smile gently at her and appreciate the gesture but you don't want to be a fan girl in here since it will be weird. They're people too for crying out loud. 'It's no trouble, really. Actually, they all want to meet you since you're Tom's girl and because you're becoming parents.' Alright. 'Well, if it's no trouble.' You say carefully. Scarlett is going away again while you stay with Elizabeth. You talk with her and you find her really funny. She knows Tom well because of multiple movies they were colleagues. 'Call me Liz, by the way. Elizabeth is so damn long and you're my friend now and my friends may call me Liz.' Wow. That's great! 'I'm your friend?' It comes out really insecure but she nods. 'Of course. Tom is my friend and since you're with Tom, that makes you my friend. Let's go out for drinks soon!' The second invitation of tonight.

Scarlett returns with a bunch of guys behind her. The main one that catches your attention is Robert Downey Jr, aka Tony Stark. He's shorter than you imagined him to be. 'Hello, {y/n}. I heard wonderful things about you!' Someone else scoops in. The one and only Jeremy Renner. 'But could you tell Tom to not quit on a movie the next time he doesn't feel like it anymore. We had to stop productions.' You can see some cropped anger shining through but he is doing well in hiding it. 'I will tell him.' You tell him and shake his hand after shaking Robert's. You then turn your attention to Benedict Cumberbatch. Well, you do have cropped anger towards him but you're also doing a great job at hiding it. He's charming you with his accent and kissing your hand etc. Perhaps he is not so bad after all but you will keep an eye on him. Who knows if this is all an act. He is an actor after all.

You meet everyone and it's a large group of people. Scarlett didn't just pull the Avengers with her, she pulled the Guardians of the Galaxy with her and you can't possibly keep it together with Bradley Cooper in front of you but you must. And besides that, she grabbed the X-Men cast with her as well. So you actually meet Ryan Reynolds. That's one thing you thought wouldn't happen tonight.

At last but not least you shake the hand of Tom Holland. He's closer towards your age and you happen to have a lot in common with him. You laugh with him all through the night because of the small jokes he makes and because of the little pranks he pulls on his colleagues and in particular Robert. He tells you about his first experience meeting the Iron Man and how he got the fame like a slap in the face. 'I have wonderful people around me who have helped me through it and I'm sure Tom is helping you now but you could always give me a call, too.' You smile at him as he asks for your phone so he can put his number in it. 'Text me so I have yours.' He says and you do what he tells you to.

You tell Tom you have to sit somewhere because you can't possibly stand any longer because it feels like the baby is going to slide out of your uterus but really painful. 'Shit! Are you having contractions?' He asks, panicked. 'Do I need to get your Tom?' It makes you chuckle. 'No, you don't need to get "my" Tom. I'm fine when I sit down. I said it feels like it's going to slide out but I don't have contractions. I'm only five months pregnant!' You squeeze his hand, almost crushing every single bone in his hand but he stays strong, helping you all the way back towards a large white sofa. When you finally sit, you let out a groan of discomfort. 'If I knew it would feel like this..' You sigh what scares Tom. 'You would have removed it?' He asks softly but only now do you realize what you said. 'Oh no! God no! I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry.' You laugh and try to calm him down. He plops down next to you and laughs with you. 'Thank goodness. I really thought you felt that way.' You pat his knee and shake your head.

The rest of the night actually goes pretty smoothly. You can sit, you have great company from Tom Holland who is just too funny and you can see that your Tom is keeping an eye on you while talking to multiple people. Once in a while he comes to check on you, asking if you need anything or wants to go home but you're fine and don't want to go. Although a glass of water would be nice. So he goes and gets it for you.
'What were you saying about yourself?' You return to your conversation with Tom and laugh when he makes jokes about himself. 'What! I can't help it!'
'Here you go.' Your Tom comes and gives you your glass. 'Thank you, baby! Give me a kiss.' He leans in to kiss your lips and you gently kiss him back. 'What time do you want to leave?' He asks you and shows you the time. 'How about we go in half an hour?' He nods. 'Fine by me.'