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I have been working as a housekeeper in England for about five months now. The house I have been cleaning is huge, its the kind of house you would get lost in just trying to find the bathroom, even if you lived there. I can't say I hate my job, I don't fight with my boss, I am allowed to listen to my music as loud as I want, and I get to take my sweet time cleaning the massive house. Just get it all done by seven pm. The main reason I enjoy my job is I have never met the occupants. The only things I can figure out is they don't have kids, they are rarely home, and they have a strange obsession with Shakespeare.
My days started off the same as normal I start with the kitchen and work my way upstairs to the room I disliked the most...The library! Don't get me wrong It's not that I hate books, I hate DUST! And the people that lived her could never read all these books enough to keep almost all of them from getting dusty. Not to mention the shelves were way too tall for a woman of my hight to reach so I have to use a rolling latter. I'm not a fan of heights.
I worked through the day listening to Ed Sheeran and shrieking in my awful singing voice. I glanced at my watch it said 4:30. I smiled, amazed at the time was making. Unknown to me, my watch battery has died a little over two hours ago. I looked out to the pool in the backyard, how I wished this was my house and I could dive into that cool water and relax. I shrugged my shoulders at the thought and was about to go on to my work when I spotted a glass on a table by the pool. I shook my head and opened the back door wall, it moved like a garage opening wide to the beautiful backyard. Walking out into a cool evening. I did think it was off to be this brisk and dark at four thirty. But how should I know, I have only been in England for half a year.
Picking up the glass and was about to walk back when the sound of the small waterfall in the pool filled my ears. I smiled and slid off one of my shoes dipping a barefoot in the crisp clear water.
I could see why these people bought this house. The pool alone had won me over. I had little time to think when I glanced back at the house to see a man walking through the front door. My eyes widened and I turned to run, forgetting my foot was dangling in the pool, I slipped. My legs were pulled out from under me and I fell in the pool with a splash. My head hit the side making my sight go dark and my body limp.
(Tom's POV )
I put the key in the lock and felt my eyes getting heavy. I was still getting used to the time zone after being in Australia for so long shooting another movie. I opened the door, unleashing the tune playing from the surround sound speakers. "Perfect "by Ed Sheeran boomed through the house. I was about to put a stop to the overly loud song when I spotted the back door wall was wide open. A woman stood in front of the pool her eyes light up with fear as she started to dart off she slipped and fell in the water. My heart sank and I ran and dove into the pool. The nine feet felt never ending as I swam to the bottom and wrapped my arm around the young woman's waist pulling her up to the surface. I laid her motionless body on the ground. Her head was bleeding. I rubbed her chest trying to get her to breath. She finally started to stir and cough up the water that she had inhaled. I helped her roll to her side as I patted her back. We both panted and tried to get out hearts to a resting rhythm. She coughed a final time and put a hand to her head, I lightly grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand down. "May I patch that cut for you?" I said out of breath. She was looking down at my hand entwined in hers, her eyes finally lifted and met mine. All she did was hesitantly nod. I smiled and helped her to her feet. As we walked in her head stayed down and every so often I could catch her looking at me out of the corner of my eye. She looked like a scolded puppy.
(My POV)
My head remands down as we walked back in the house. Would I be fired for this stupid event? Would he yell at me? Would he say I'll never work in this town again? I'd glance over at him and catch his eyes for only a second, they did not seem angry. His stunning blue eyes felt like they were full of compassion. We got to the kitchen, the man said in a kind British voice that he would go get something to clean my cut, he went up the staircase leaving me sitting on a stool by the island alone with my thoughts. Why is he home so early? Why is he not ticked at me? Why does he look so familiar? With that final thought he appeared, he was holding a towel some sweatpants, a tee shirt and a small box of objects to clean my injury. "I'm so sorry, I did not know you would be home so early." I tried to explain. The man smiled showing lines at the corners of his baby blue eyes. Shaking his head he reassured me "No need to apologize, I'm terribly sorry I startled you. I did not mean to have us meet this way." I took comfort in his words. He dabbed a bottle of peroxide on a rag, lightly he brushed my hair behind my ear looking close at the deep scratch. "May I?" He asked holding the rag closer to my face, I nodded. He gently held the back of my head with one hand and with the other he applied the rag that contained the stinging liquid. I winced and he immediately begged my forgiveness. He tried to get my mind off the pain, "What did you mean by early" He said calmly. "I was told when I got this job to leave before seven, that the occupants did not like being disturbed." My voice shook obviously showing my fear. The man shook his head "That must have been my agent talking to you, I'm the only one that lives here, and I never mind being disturbed. My agent thinks I don't sleep enough, so I guess they want me in bed by 7:30" he giggled as he grabbed a bandage and put it on my head. His eyes focused on mine and for just a second we were silent all of a sudden his face made sense in my mind "There you go darling, all better." He broke the silence. "Thank you," I said slowly in the realization that Tom Hiddleston had just fixed my wound.
