Steamy Love (Tom Hiddleston x Reader)

Chapter 2: Leading Lady

Warning: Light swearing

Once morning hit, you were wide awake. Hell, you were awake before the sun was out. Usually you prefer to sleep in a little later, but you wanted today to be perfect, or at least very close to perfect.
You were dressed and all dolled up just before 8am, thinking about the man that had come to your door yesterday for towels. Tom. You still couldn't figure out who he was.
Well, you knew who he was, but you still weren't sure where you had seen him before. He was so familiar, yet at the same time so different.

You decided to head down to the little breakfast diner. You didnt really have anything else to do, and you already spent the first 2 hours of being awake to perfect your makeup. Now would be the best time to eat.
As you made your way down, you actually saw Tom again. He was ordering a coffee to go from the front counter, wearing a nice grey tux with a black tie to match. He must've been going somewhere important. As he turned to leave, you two locked eyes from across the diner. He gave you a kind smile and a little wave as he headed out and you made sure to wave back with a smile. You were flattered that he recognized you.
You saw a couple girls sitting at the diner watching Tom leave, giggling to themselves. Did they know him, too? Or were they just admiring his suit?
Hey, you didn't blame em'. He was one nice lookin' Brit.

You got a coffee as well, along with some pancakes, sitting down at a table to eat. You weren't sure why Tom got a coffee. It was terrible. You almost spit it out when you took a sip.
Now you knew why people would get their coffee from Starbucks.
Still, you ate your pancakes no problem, drinking from the water that was at the table instead. Shortly after finishing your meal, you made sure to pay for it before getting up, going back up into your room to get your bag and any paperwork you needed. You checked yourself in the mirror one last time, giving a confident huff before heading out to get to that meeting.

Ha.
You just realized both you and Tom are going to meetings.
Aren't you a bunch of responsible adults?

You decided that it would probably be cheaper to take the bus, considering one of the stops were right in front of the building you were headed to. Plus, it wasn't too bad out today.
You walked to the bus stop just a couple minutes before it would show up. You got a phone call as you sat down on the little bench, reading the Caller I.D. It was your best friend! Of course you had to answer it.

"Hey, (BF/N)!" You chirped.
"Bout time I heard your voice!" They chuckled a bit. "You were supposed to call me when you got to your hotel!"
"Ah shit, sorry. I got a little distracted.." You admitted. "This cute brit showed up at my door and asked for a towel."
"Cute brit? So, like, a regular brit." Your friend replied, making you chuckle a bit.
"Essentially.." You smiled. "I could've sworn I've seen him somewhere, though. He looked so familiar."
"Did you get his name?" Your friend asked.
"Yeah, Tom. I saw him again today." You replied.
"Heyy, I can name a couple cute guys named Tom.." Your friend chuckled.
"Some girls were getting all giggly while he was ordering a coffee today.." You admitted
"You think he's famous?"
"Probably." You smirked.

"Wait, hold on.." Your friend's voice picked up a bit. "You said his name was Tom?"
"Yeah."
"Did you get his last name?"
"No. Didn't have time to ask."
"What did he look like?" They ask.
You certainly didn't take long to remember, though it took you a second to reply since the bus had finally showed up. You paid the fare before sitting closer to the front, since the back was kinda full.
"Tall, short brown hair--" You finally spoke after sitting down.
"Baby blue eyes?" Your friend interrupted. They started to sound excited.
"Yeah, I guess?" You replied with a slight chuckle.
"And you're for sure he's English?"
"Yeah, he had an accent.."
"Was his voice deep?"
"Yeah, I.." You gave another chuckle, Morris confused. "Why are you asking all of these questions? Who is he?" You finally asked them.
"Dude! I think you gave Tom Hiddleston a towel last night!" Your friend finally chirped.
That name did sound familiar, but you still weren't sure why you should feel as excited as your friend was.
"Tom who?" You winced
"Oh my god--Loki? Hello?? The actor who plays Loki!"

Your heart suddenly skipped a beat.
"What!?" Your voice raised suddenly in shock, realizing how loud you had become as a couple people glanced over at you suddenly before looking away again.
Oops.
"Yeah! Now do you know him?" Your friend asked.
"Y-Yeah, oh my God, I think it is him.." You muttered to quiet down a bit. You almost wanted to scream. How the hell did you not notice this before? I guess Tom doesn't really look like Loki, now that you thought about it.
That's not a bad thing, of course. They're both incredibly handsome.
"Should I tell him that I know him next time I see him?"
"Do you know where he is in the hotel?"
"Yeah, he's like right across from me."
"Oh my God, (Y/N), it's a match made in heaven!.."
"Stoooppp.." You let out a little laugh.
"Oh come on! You're across from each other, you're both actors.."
"I'm BARELY an actress, (BF/N)."
"But you're going to be, and then you'll fall in love and become Ms. Loki Laufeyson.."
"Okay, first of all, this isn't a fanfic.." You blushed with a chuckle. "Second of all, if and that's a BIG honkin' IF, we were to somehow pair up, I wouldn't call myself that. I'd date him for him, not for Loki.."
"Well, you're already a better candidate than most of the fangirls.." Your friend replied, making you smirk.

You noticed your stop was almost coming up, a bit of a nervous pit in your stomach.
"Hey, I'm just almost to the meeting, so I gotta go.."
"Alright! Text me when you can!"
"Yep, see ya!"
You ended the call just as you pressed the little stop button to signal the driver to halt at your stop, putting your phone in your pocket and getting up, exiting the bus once it came to a stop.
You kept your bag close to you, letting out a deep breath as you entered the building.
You knew where to go, thanks to the little signs.
You walked up the last bit of stairs, hearing all of the chatter the closer you got to the room. You walked down a long hall before finally finding the right room.

Once you opened the door, you immediately locked eyes with...

Tom!
Tom?
T--
Why--
Tom!?

"(Y/N)?" His British voice called out to you somewhat, giving a kind yet confused smile as he walked up to you. Your heart almost stopped for a second before you picked yourself back up.
"Hi! Wh-What are you doing here?" You asked him, holding your bag at your side.
"I-I'm here for the, uh, the movie I'm working in.." He admitted. "I'm an actor. I play Ethan, the Male lead.." He replied, holding the script in his hand. "Me and the rest of the team have just been waiting for whoever's playing my co-star. Mary's her name..."
Oh God.
Oh God.
You're Mary.
Well, you're--you're gonna be Mary.
You're the female lead.
"I'm Mary." You admitted, pointing at yourself. "W-Well, that's--that's my role. I'm the female lead."
He was pleasantly surprised, a faint little blush on his cheeks.
"You're going to be my leading lady?" He asked, his tone sounding warm. There's that British charm.
You blushed a little at that, returning a little smile.
"I guess I am.." You replied, suddenly feeling a slight burst of confidence. "Don't worry, I'll make you look good on the big screen.."
Tom couldn't help but let out a little bashful laugh. "I sure hope so.." He responded, making both of you chuckle somewhat.

"Alright! Tom, (Y/N), glad to see you two know each other!" The director called to you, gesturing you both to go sit at the long table.
Oddly enough, Tom sat right beside you. It was probably so you two could go through the script together, but it was still a little flattering. He smelled nice, too.

As you were paying attention to the Director talking, you could see and slightly feel Tom lean a little closer to you, his deeper tone softening in a little whisper.
"Is it alright if I buy you lunch, later?.." He asked you.
Your cheeks flared up slightly, glancing back at him for a moment.
"L-Lunch?" You repeated.
"Well, I do still owe you one after last night.." He gave a charming little smile, licking his lips slightly. "Don't I?"
Oh god.
Why was the way he said that sound so...specific?
"I...A-Are you sure?" You asked him. Why would you ask that?? Do you want him to back out of it? Of course you don't! Free food with a hot guy! Hello!
"Oh, I insist.." He whispered back, his charming smile growing into a little grin.
"Well...S-Sounds good to me.." You smiled back, trying not to sound nervous. You both turned your attention back to the director as he continued to talk.

Then it hit you.
Oh god.
You're gonna go have lunch with Tom Hiddleston later.