Tom's Sky (¡A Tom Hiddleston fanfiction !)

#46

This was really happening.

After a month of planing and getting ready for the big show, we still got a lot to do and we only had two months to get it done.

"Ok guys, you have to check on the plates this Friday and make sure everything will be ready, we can't have any surprise later"

I was now calling the catering staff from New York and be sure we were all good.

It was a mess.

I was a complete mess.

"Relax, you'll explode"

I sighed and turned around to see Harry, standing behind the bar.

"Haven't I already?"

I was so stressed.

Never in my life i had tremendous responsibility in my hands.

He opened his arms and smirked.

I walked around the bar and let him hug me.

"What are you doing in LA?" I asked while i stepped away from him to take a sit.

"Uh... i told you we need to talk about your writings"

Damn it!

"Oh... right!"

"You forgot, didn't you?" He asked.

"Kind of, i'm so sorry, i had so much going on"

"That's okay, just promise you'll take some time to give me some ideas"

"Harry, i promise i will do something this weekend"

I signed a contract with Harry's label and i was already failing.

"Okay, so what are you doing tonight?" He asked.

"I don't make any plans since ages, i can't keep up with my social life and work at the moment"

"Wanna have dinner with me somewhere else? A fresh air" he joked.

He was so cheeky when he wanted.

And believe me, he always want it.

"I don't know, i should write something tonight"

I definitely wouldn't be able to write something when i was this tired and stressed.

"Then we try to write something!" Harry insists.

I hesitate.

Going out with him means a lot of attention, i really don't want that but also i really want to distract myself.

And Harry is a good company.

"Alright, it might do me good to go out" i accepted.

He winked and stood up.

"I'll pick you up at 20:00"

He walked away elegantly, waving at everyone.

He's such a playboy, dear lord.

"Liam, i'm leaving early tonight, mind staying alone for tonight?" I asked to Liam.

He was also a mess since we got that call from New York.

"I think i can handle it" he shouted as he walked to the office in the back of the room.

I drove back home, tired and with a headache.

I turned everything on mechanically, like a robot.

Took a shower for almost an hour.

The shower time were the moments were i allowed myself to drift away... and cry away sometimes.