Polaroid | Tom Hiddleston

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"T-Tom?" She said, using a hand to wipe away her tears and avoided eye contact due to embarrassment. He quickly put his things down, being cautious on not to spill his tea and sat on the small couch she was on. "It's me. What happened?" He was worried, and reached out to rub her back, but hesitated for a moment in case she was uncomfortable.

She shrugged, "I'm just having a bad day, I guess." A tear slipped out of eye, leading Tom to forget about his hesitation as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, rubbing it. She leaned into his touch, comfort taking over her emotions.

She looked up at him and shook her head, "I'm so sorry, I didn't want this for a second meeting." He chuckled, picking up his donut and handing it to her. "It's alright, love. Maybe this donut would help." She denied, saying that it she could not possibly take his treat. He persisted, saying he could always buy a new one.

She finally gave in, taking a bite into the sweet delicacy. The sweetness of the chocolate covered donut did indeed lift her mood. With his free hand, Tom drank his tea as he watched the girl in his arms. They barely knew each other, but it felt so right.

"Actually, I actually never got your name." He said, as she looked at him in confusion. "I didn't tell you? How rude of me, my name's (Y/N) (L/N)." He smiled, "It suits you, a beautiful name." She blushed, taking another bite of the donut to avoid looking at him.

Tom's eyes glanced over the open notebook of hers, reading the notes she had written in colourful ink. "What's this?" He asked, as she sighed, remembering what had brought her sadness.

"I'm running for executive community board at work, and these are what I want to implement if I become president." (Y/N) looked at it with disappointed eyes, and Tom's heart ached at the sight of it. "Your ideas are great, I don't see what's the problem..?" He trailed off, unsure whether if he should continue pressing on the matter.

She shook her head, "It's not that. All my co-workers are being interviewed by the higher ups, except for me. I mean, I am happy for them.. But I can't help but feel jealous." She sighed, she didn't like how she felt about it, it made her feel like a bad friend. Tom did not know how to respond, they were still technically strangers after all.

"I overheard some of my friends talking about them wanting to vote for Grayson. He's a nice friend, and I want to respect my friends' decision but... I mean they're my friends, I thought they would vote for me. I feel like I do so much, yet those that do less get better opportunities than me." She ranted, tears welling up in her eyes as she spilled out all her troubles and Tom continued to rub her shoulders for comfort. She shook her head again, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't tell you this, it would just bother you."

He looked at her, "No, no. This isn't any trouble at all! I want to help you, and if it means listening to your rants, I'm more than happy to do so." (Y/N) put down the donut onto the plate, and faced him. Putting her arms around around Tom, she hugged the the actor. "Thank you, Tom." She said, as Tom sat in shock.

Registering what was happening, he hugged her back, his arms around her waist as he buried his face into the crook of her neck. "You're welcome, love." He responded, breathing in her scent and enjoyed the moment.

They broke apart, Tom's arm moving back up to her shoulder and the other to his tea. (Y/N) felt much better due to Tom, and it was obvious. She began to change the topic, and the pair talked about lots of things, finding out each other's likes and dislikes. Familiarising who the other was, they felt comfortable in the other's company. The type of comfort was like they knew each other since young.