Imagines : TOM HIDDLESTON #Wattys2015

Imagine seeing Tom at a restaurant

Imagine seeing Tom at a restaurant

"OMG, it's Tom Hiddleston!", you squeal to your friend at your table in the resturant. You'd just seen him come in and take a table over in the far corner, away from everyone else. It was your birthday and your best friend had decided to treat you to a meal in the big fancy restaurant, and now you were sat merely feet away from your biggest celebrity crush. "Go ask him for an autograph", you friend whispers to you, nudging you on the arm. "No, I can't. I'll probably faint the second I get near him", you whisper, already your pulse racing just at the sight of him. "If you don't, then I will stand on this chair right now and start screaming Happy Birthday to you at the top of my voice", you friend threatens, already holding out to you a pen and paper. "Okay, okay. I will. Just please, no singing", you his back, taking them and standing up. "Oh, and ask for a picture", your friend quietly shouts after you as you cautiously make your way over to him table. He was sat frowning, looking down at his phone when you approached. "Erm, excuse me, Mr Hiddleston?", you ask tentatively as your legs shake uncontrollably as you stand at his table. "What?", he snaps at you, his eyes not even looking up from his phone. "Well, erm, I was just wondering if it's possible if I could ask for an autograph?", you ask quietly, holding out the paper and pen to him, your hand shaking. He sighs and snatches it off you, before quickly scrawling his autograph down. "There", he mutters, thrusting it back to you, not looking up. "Thank you", you say breathlessly taking it, your hands trembling. "Erm, would it be possible for a picture too?", you ask him cautiously. He sighs, rolling his eyes, putting his phone down, biting his lip. "Yes, fine", he replies, a little annoyed. You silently squeal in excitement as he takes your phone out of you hand, standing up from his chair, taking a quick selfie with you. "There", he says, practically throwing your phone back at you as he slums down in his seat. "Oh my god, thank you! Thank you so much", you say, attempting to make your way over to the seat. You sit back down in your seat, shaking, looking from the picture to the autograph, breathless. "Wow", you friend says, "He was quite rude". "What, no he wasn't. He was such a gentleman", you say, already reliving it. "Mmm, no he wasn't. Sorry Y/N, but he looked like he was already pretty annoyed", you friend says to you. You frown, and glance back over to Tom, who's now shifted his seat so he's more hidden from view now. "Maybe you're right", you mutter, already feeling yourself begin to deflate from the hype of meeting him. "Yeah, but who cares about him, because HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!", your friend shouts, leaping up from her seat. The lights in the room dim and a large cake covered in candles comes out from the kitchen, with everyone in the restaurant chanting Happy Birthday to you. "Oh thank you", you say as they place the cake in front of you, revealing Loki on your cake. "Haha, you know me to well", you chuckle to your friend. "Well, blow them out and make a wish", you friend says. You close your eyes, and blow out all the candles in one go. Everyone applauds, and then goes back to eating their food. You pick up the knife and are just about to cut into the cake when you feel a tap on your shoulder. "Excuse me Y/N, I am so sorry for my behaviour before. I apologise for ruining your special day. Happy birthday". It was Tom, standing next to you. Your heart sky rocketed and your couldn't form any words, only nod in shock. "Please forgive me", he says, taking your hand. You let out a little squeal, Tom was actually holding your hand. "Y/N, if you would let me, I would like to make it up to you", he said, you looking up into his lovely blue eyes. He took you hand and kissed it, smiling at you as you blushed, then he caught sight of your cake. "Ah, you like Loki I see?", he chuckled, and you nod your head, your heart already racing. He grinning, his eyes darkening, "Well Y/N", he said, his voice dark and husky, "It would be a honour if you could have dinner with me". All you can do is nod your head as he lead you back over to his table, and you spent the evening with Tom. After you'd talked for hours and finished eating, Tom had driven you back home in his Jaguar. "Again, I apologise for my behaviour before. It certainly wasn't acceptable, especially on your birthday", he said apologetically as he helped you out of the car, holding the door open for you, and offering you his hand. "Thank you so much Tom. It was such a fantastic evening. The best birthday ever", you say as he escorts you up to your front door. "Well, I have a present for you. I know it's not perfect or anything like that, but I feel that I should give you something anyway", he said smiling at you. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a scarf, but not any old scarf, it was his black and green Loki scarf he'd worn in the films. You gasp as he places it around your neck. "I'm sorry it's not much", he said. "No it's beautiful. Thank you, thank you so much", you say breathlessly, your fingers running over the material, breathing in Toms aftershave. He smiled before reaching into your pocket and pulling out your phone. "Smile", he said as he put his arm around you, holding up the camera. You smile and look to the camera, but then Tom takes you by surprise by kissing your cheek. Flustered and in shock, you look to him and he smiles, before leaning in and gently kissing you on your lips. "Happy Birthday Y/N", he whispered, passing you back your phone. He then took your hand, kissing it again, before turning and getting back into his Jag, waving as he drove off. Your heart doing somersaults inside you, you quickly flick through the pictures on your phone, your hand shaking. Tom had taken pictures of you both, one smiling together, one him kissing you, and then both of you kissing. You stood there staring at the picture, pinching yourself, your finger tracing your lips, still feeling his kiss on yours. You'd had the best birthday ever, and to complete it all your phone flashed with two notifications. One saying Tom was now following you on Twitter, the next made your heart stop. [Open Text] "Hi Y/N. Happy Birthday love. Best wishes, Tom". Your mum opened the front door, just in time to catch you as you passed out, feeling up on cloud nine.