A Wicked Twist (A Tom Hiddleston Fanfic)

Mind Games

Happy end of August everyone. Can't believe the summer holidays are over and it's back to work on Monday. Apologies for not posting more, Sam and Tom have not been playing ball this holiday and I've written about 5 versions of this. Fingers crossed the next chapter flows a lot easier, but wanted to post something as it has been far too long.

Pad x

AN: couple of swear words - sorry mum

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During the tube ride home I stupidly reread the article enough times so that I now have it memorised, and even more stupidly I'd searched to see if there were any other articles. I know I shouldn't have but there's something enticingly self-destructive about things like this that makes it hard to resist. Predictably I did find some other tit bits on the 'new couple', all as glowing about how happy they are together and how it will be good for them both. The rational part of my brain tells me that everything I'm reading is absolute tripe, but there's that very small part going 'what if it's true?' It's amazing how easy it is to listen to that small part and allow it to run wild with alternate realities. I must say though that my 'favourite' of the other pieces of information I found has to be part of what seems to be an actual interview with Amanda, and boy had she gone to town. One quote in particular had made me snort out loud, earning some disapproving looks from my fellow passengers. "We met by accident but it was instant you know, we didn't leave each other's sides till the next day. It was love at first sight". However there was no denying the theme off all the articles; simply Tom Hiddleston is off the market and loved up. Well he is off the market but that small part of my brain is beginning to question who the loved up part is about.

Due to that self-doubt, planted by my apparent lack of confidence, I am now sat cross-legged on my sofa just staring at my phone that I've placed on the coffee table in front of me. Problem is I'm not sure what I'm waiting for really. Maybe it's for him to phone and clear this all up, or to tell me that what we've had has been just a bit of fun, or maybe it's just me that needs to pick up and call him. It is quarter to midnight, both here and in Morocco, and I resign myself to the fact that I might not hear from him today. Not that he has to phone me, but he has been in contact every day since he left and today, of all days, I've heard nothing. Maybe it's a sign? No, I need to stop this, it's ridiculous, my mind cannot continue running wild with various possible scenarios. As the clock turns to midnight I sigh and get up, leaving my phone on the coffee table I trudge into the bathroom to take a shower. Turning on the faucet I allow the room to fill with steam before stepping over the side of the bath and into the stream of water. My flat is too small for a separate shower but it is a power shower so who's complaining. As the hot water cascades over my shoulders and down my back I feel some of the tension I've built up begin to lift. In fact in the steamy air of my pokey bathroom I realise that I am indeed being ridiculous. I know deep down everything written in those articles is a lie because Tom has always been with me. As I begin to regain control of my thought process my self-doubt is replaced by frustration and anger at Amanda and how she could do this to Tom. I momentarily think about giving her my thoughts on this pack of lies before realising that would probably not be the best idea as it is likely to raise questions about our relationship instead. Climbing out of the shower I pull on my pink towelling robe and slippers before shuffling into the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea. The World may scoff at us Brits and our penchant for drinking tea in times of crisis, but boy does it work. Drink in hand I plop back down on the sofa, chancing a look at my phone as I do and my heart skips a beat. There on the home screen are three messages and seven missed calls from Tom. Just how long was I in that shower for? As I unlock the screen I tap the first message but it disappears to be replaced by a picture of Tom, he's calling again and I slide the accept button across the screen.