Polaroid | Tom Hiddleston

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A/N : hello! i hope you enjoy this book, please do vote as well! xx

KEYS :

(Y/N) -> your name
(H/C) -> hair colour

It was a breezy afternoon in the busy streets of London, and there sat a young lady with her nose in a book. Every word kept her clinging onto the 350 pages of the item. Locks of her (h/c) hair flew gently in the wind, pushing the hair off her face.

A man with curly hair walked down the pavement, his navy coloured jacket preventing him from getting cold. He wore shorts over a pair of tights and had running shoes on. In his right hand, held a leash that was attached to his dog, Bobby. The little dog happily trotted along to his owner's footsteps, its little tail wagging the air.

The man started jogging, picking up his pace every few meters while his pet ran in front of him, eyeing the scenery they passed. Coming to a stop after a short jog, the dog's owner looked for a place to rest. A bench nearby caught his eye, and he tugged softly on Bobby's leash.

On the same bench sat the bookworm of a girl, not noticing the man that was near her. Taking a seat on the open space, the man took put Bobby on his lap.

Being curious like all dogs, the dog hopped off its owner and walked up to her, his little nose rubbing against the lady's bare arm. Looking to her left, she encountered possibly one of the most cutest dogs she had ever met.

The woman smiled, giving Bobby a neck scratch before going back to her book. But being the little 'diva' Bobby was, it whined and continued to ask for the bookworm's attention.

The owner watched quietly at their interaction with a raised eyebrow. He knew his dog usually did not react that way to strangers, so what made the girl so different?

Shaking his head, he began to observe the female that sat before him. An earphone was plugged into her right ear, while her other remained without. She wore a loose-fitting grey v-neck shirt, along with a pair of ripped jeans. She also sported a pair of boots, it's laces double-knotted.

The lady's left hand petted Bobby, while her right held her book as she continued to read. It seemed that the book was so captivating, she could not keep her eyes off it, even with an adorable dog at her side.

This caused Bobby's owner to chuckle, bringing the girl back to reality. "Is that a good book?" He questioned, as the girl settled her attention to the man.

She cocked her head to the side and squinted her eyes slightly, "Wait, do I know you or something? You look incredibly familiar."

The man raised his eyebrows, it seemed that the female did not recognize him. He shrugged, "Tom Hiddleston. I'm an actor."

Her mouth formed into an 'o'-shape in realization, before she replied. "I see! Your works are cool, the way." Tom smiled, never had he ever met such a fan that was so calm upon meeting him. Tom's dog barked once again, annoyed that the lady's attention was not directed at it. She looked down and smiled. "Your dog's pretty cute."

Tom thanked her, "His name's Bobby." She giggled at the slightly childish name, giving the dog another neck scratch. Bobby's tail wagged, and leaned towards her touch.

The chilly autumn breeze blew once again, causing the bookworm to shiver. Tom noticed, and being the gentleman he was, offered his jacket. "No, no! I could never!" She protested, raising her arms to create an 'x' gesture. He chuckled, finding it cute but still persisted on lending it to her. The gentleman ignored her sayings of 'no', and slipped the jacket on her. It made her look small, and Tom couldn't help but laugh softly at the adorableness.

She thanked him, accepting defeat. The warmth from Tom as he previously wore it, seeped through her, causing her to sigh in content. Looking back at him, she huffed and crossed her arms jokingly. "I told you no." She said, and stuck out her tongue at him. Tom laughed and looked down on his lap, where the bottom half of his dog laid. The top half, was on the woman's lap. Bobby looked up at them, his tongue stuck out much like her.

"You guys look the same now." He teased, and gestured to Bobby. She fake-gasped, holding a hand to her heart. "My, you've wounded me." She pouted. He laughed, and looked down, mockingly 'bowing' to her. "I'm so sorry, my dear lady."

The two burst out in laughter. As if remembering something, she looked at Tom with a tight-lipped smile. He raised an eyebrow, and questioned her. "Well, if it isn't a bother, could I take a photo with you?" She asked sheepishly, rubbing a hand to the back of her neck.

Tom chuckled, "Of course, love." She blushed at the nickname, and avoided eye-contact with him by bending down to pull out a box from her bag, roughly the size of her phone. Setting it aside her, she took her phone from her pocket and opened the camera app. Reaching out her arm to distance herself and Tom from the phone, Tom wrapped an arm around her shoulders and smiled. She blushed upon contact, smiled as well. Bobby managed to pop up before she pressed the button, its adorable face with a tongue stuck out.

She cheered, and switched her phone to another app, called 'InstaxShare'. Turning to her side, she opened the box and pulled out what seemed to be a portable printer. Seeing Tom watching her curiously, she giggled. "It's a printer. Do you want me to print the photo we took?"

He nodded, "Yes please." Photos with his fans always made him happy, knowing that if he was the source of their happiness, he'd be glad. It was sort of like a best-friend type of love, he'd do almost anything to make his fans happy.

She passed her phone to Tom, asking if he wanted to edit the photo before printing it, showing him where the filters were in the app. He pressed a finger to the 'intelligence' filter, it automatically making the end product look like it was taken by a professional camera. Once he was done, she told him to press the 'print' button. He was amazed by the small printer, watching it give out a photo. He furrowed his eyebrows, it was blank.

She was amused by Tom's confusion, "Take it, it's basically a polaroid." Tom hummed in realization, taking it gently from the small device. He smiled and thanked her.

The woman's phone rang, and her eyes turned wide when she looked at the caller. "Shit, I have to go!" She said, gently taking the snoozing Bobby off her lap. She didn't want to leave, but her priorities were more important in that moment.

"I'm so sorry Tom," She hurriedly packed up her items and slung her bag over her shoulder. He frowned, he didn't want her go, especially since he enjoyed her company.

He understood though, "No worries, it was great meeting you!" He smiled, and she bent down to give him a hug. "Thanks for being amazing." She whispered in his ear before running off in the direction Tom came from. He wanted to get up and escort her to where ever she was needed, but decided against it as he looked at the sleeping dog on his lap.

Looking at the polaroid he held, he smiled. The photo had finished developing, and displayed a girl with a bright smile, a photo-bombing dog and a Tom with his arm around the girl. Thinking back to the hug just moments ago, the actor blushed. He was confused on what was going on, he just met her. But, he did not want the feeling to leave. It was warm, and it caused butterflies in his stomach.

But it suddenly faded when he realised something.

He forgot to ask for her name.

On the other hand, one thing she forgot, was that Tom's jacket was on her. And by the time she realised, she already was an hour away from where she left Tom.

Shaking her head at her stupidness, she continued on, placing a reminder in her phone so she would remember to return the jacket.