Something British (tom hiddleston fanfic)

It's Home

The elevator ride up to his apartment was just one surprise after another. You see, I thought Tom was going to press some button on the elevator and I was going to be blown away by the beauty of his apartment. I did not expect however, that he would skip the buttons altogether and instead enter a four-digit code above them.

The elevator jerked, and we proceeded to head up to his apartment... The penthouse.

"Seems like a nice place." I stated

"It's home." Tom shrugged.

We were standing on opposite sides of the elevator looking at each other, observing. The tension that crackled in the closely encased box did not go unnoticed.

The elevator dinged, finally, and opened up to the most beautiful living area I've ever seen.

"Holy shit." I exclaimed.

Tom chuckled at my utterance, ushered me into the penthouse and shoot beside me. "You like?" He asked.

Boy, did I? The elevator opened up to a very large living room, with a wrap around couch, topped with a giant television above the fireplace. The living room was attached to the kitchen, which looked like it was made out of stainless steel. To the left of me, there was a hallway, which I guessed was the entryway to the bedrooms. The whole place gave off the era of red blooded male bachelor pad. This was too cool.

"It's... Beautiful." I responded to his previous question. Even though 'beautiful' was the understatement of the century right now. His living arrangement was... Heaven.

"I'm glad you like it, would you care for some tea? I'll put the kettle on..."

"Please." I say, but Tom had already disappeared into the kitchen. I slowly wander into his home, hesitant to touch anything. Everything just looks too... unreal. Surreal.

"Make yourself at home Aurora! I'll be right out." Hiddleston's voice drifts through the living room. I can hear the clang of glass cups coming from the kitchen.

I take that as him giving me the 'okay' to sit on his couch, so I go over and perch on the armchair. Having a moment to myself, I proceed to start on a little self reflection on what is currently happening to me right now.. I'm about to be hired as Tom Hiddlestons... Something. I can't even begin to shocked anymore, all the shock has been drained from my system and here I am, in Tom Hiddlestons house, on Tom Hiddleston's couch, with Tom Hiddleston making me tea in the other room. Yep, I'm amazing.

In that moment, Tom decides to appear with a tray, topped with a kettle, two cups, and a bowl that I guessed contained sugar. The enticing aroma hit me just then, and I realized just how thirsty I really was. He fixes me a cup and then helps himself. "So I bet you have a lot of questions?"

I glance over my cup. "Just a little." Was my response.

He smiles and takes a deep breath. His chest rises with the motion, and I was distracted for a bit. "I guess I should start from the top huh?" He asks.

"if you want." I say.

"I do." He says. "I want to explain everything to you."

This small talk was getting old. Enough of him stalling. I blow gently in my tea to cool it off and feel a puff of steam wash over my face, and I can’t help but feel a wave of guilt wash over me just like the steam. I am lying to this man. From the moment I met him I was lying to this man. And for what reason? All those popular television shows where a simple girl meets the famous movie star tell us that celebrities absolutely dread their fans and find solitude in the simple girl who has no idea who said celebrity is. This has always made sense to me. Why would someone want to be idolized by a person who doesn’t even know who he really is, let alone five million persons. That is why I am doing this, I remind my self. I am doing this to help him. I am doing this because I want him to trust something and not live in the everlast fear that a friend is only a friend because he is famous. I am doing this to help him. I stay silent with my thoughts, hoping he would just continue with his explanation.

He seemed to get the message and quickly started his explanation. "So, I'm basically what you would call an actor, and this past weekend was a comic convention for the latest movie I've been in... uhh well, I was walking home from the convention when I ran into you! Sorry about that by the way." Tom chuckles, and I can't help but chuckle with him. He seems to take me laughing as a good sign and continues. "... And that's where we grabbed each others phones. The next morning I was at a conference meeting when my manager calls you, again, sorry about that, she can be grumpy in the mornings. Anyway, that's where I ended up meeting you again, and that's how we ended up here!"

The was a long silence. Tom was waiting for my reaction, and I was trying to come up with a reaction, but I still had one question. "But what does all that have to do with me "working" for you?" I put air quotations around the world 'working'. What could I possibly do?

Tom sighs, "I don't know what it is Aurora, but talking to you in that little cafe, I realized that you are very smart, and funny, not to mention that I like you, and I think you could be a valuable member of our team."

"But what would I even do?" I ask, trying to not let the fact that Tom Hiddleston said all those things about me get to me.

"Anything you want!" He exclaims. Tom was getting excited about this, it was kind of cute actually...

I take another sip of my tea, "Like what?" I smile.

"Just off the bat? You could could be, my secretary, my travel agent, even my co manager!" He ticks off each job with his long fingers. "You said so yourself that you were needing a job. Stay here! Work for me! The pay is good and it's an opportunity of a life time."

I take a deep breath. This was a lot to take in. Imagine being offered a job by your idol...

"so, what do you say?" Tom asks looking anxious.

What do I say? On one hand, Tom freaking Hiddleston is asking me to spend my time with him for however long, and on the other hand... What? My family will miss me? They'll get over it. I dont even know why I thinking about it, I already I my answer. I'm not stupid. Of course I already knew my answer.

I sent the empty tea cup on the tray, get up, and wipe imaginary crumbs off of my shirt. Tom is looking at me expectantly. "I'll think about it." I stay with the most serious tone I could muster. Of course I knew the answer, but that doesn't mean he shouldn't wait awhile until I give it to him. Even with all these new opportunities opening up for me I can’t help but wonder how Tom would react if I tell him the truth.

I soon grow very tired as I realize how long the day has been, and how much I need to think about.

 "Now please," I say, "I would like to go home now."

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I leave Hiddleston’s purring jagare and happily walk through the doors of my hotel. What a day. It feels like this day has been a year!

I let out a small sigh, oh well.

I feel a buzzing in my skirt, and I take out my newly retrieved phone to see I've missed over seventy calls from Sofia, and over a hundred from my mother.

My heart starts to gallop as my mind races to possibilities of why they would call so many times. This can't be good.

I all of the sudden become aware of the commotion in the hotel. There are men and Woman in police uniforms everywhere talking quickly to each other, and jotting down information on their little notepads... What?

"Aurora!" I hear someone call my name, and turn in time to see Sofia burst from the crowd of cops and run into my arms. "I thought you were kidnapped!" She yells.

I look at all the FBI agents who have stopped to chatter to look at us and I realize that they're here for me... Sofia called them...

This can't be good.

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HOLLA! and happy walking dead day! yaass! I really hope you enjoyed this chapter, I know I did. *wink wink* anywho.. Leave your amaz-balls comments and vote for this crap. -Sofia OUT

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