Tom Hiddleston Fics

Old Friends Part 3 (Tom x reader)

'Whoever the winner is, must be daft' I thought. I felt people watching me and turned to Marcus who was smiling.

"You won, T. Go get your award, woman!"

Shocked, I jumped out of my seat and made my way up the aisle.

'Don't trip' ran through my mind like a mantra. I managed to make it up the steps without incident and walked toward the presenters. The sounds of clapping and cheering were overwhelming. 'I can't believe it!'

"Congratulations, love. You deserve it!" They each said hugging me in turn. "Just breathe, you'll be fine."

I stepped up to the mic and gave my speech. I gave the usual thanks to cast, crew, and agent. Right before the music started, I looked straight at the camera and said, "Dad, this is for you and Mum. I couldn't have done it without you. We did it!" I was then ushered backstage and left alone. Looking around, I had no idea where to go. I felt so lost. Thankfully, I noticed a man coming towards - a crew member - at least I hoped he was.

"First time, eh?" He asked in a thick cockney accent.

"That obvious?" I chuckled. Suddenly feeling more at ease in his presence.

"It's alright, love. I have seen many an actor look lost their first few times since I've worked here. And trust me, there have been quite." He winked. "You're Miss Farraday, ain't ya? Um, excuse me, aren't you."

"Yes, but please call me Tessa. No formality needed with me." I took a moment to study the man. He was about 6 foot tall and average build. His eyes were a dark blue, almost gray hue, and his salt and pepper hair was styled close to his head. The wrinkles sprinkled throughout his face and hands made him look wise. He reminded me of my father, just slightly older. He had a friendly and warm nature that again made you feel almost instantly at ease.

"I am a huge fan of yours, Miss, uh, Tessa. Both my wife and I am. We've seen most of your plays and we were so excited to actually see you in a film," he praised. I blushed, not used to such adoration from anyone other than my father.

"O...oh, thank you."

"I hate to sound like a crazy fan, but would mind signing this?" Sheepishly holding out a pen and a piece of paper.

"Really? You want MY autograph?" Disbelief laced in my words. He nods. "Alright, but I don't have -" he cuts me off by turning around and offering his back, causing me to giggle.

"Go ahead, dear. I don't mind."

I smiled and stepped forward, balancing the paper on my new table. "Who do I make it out to?" I questioned.

"Oh, where are my manners? My name is Jack and my wife's name is Helen." She is going to be thrilled!" Jack said excitedly.

I scribbled a small note and lightly tapped him, signaling I was done. Jack turned around and smiled at the paper.

"I'm going to frame this. One day this signature will be a household name and probably worth something."

"That is sweet, Jack, but I doubt it," I said shrugging of his comment. Noticing he is looking behind me, I pause.

"Alright, we have been given the go-ahead to go back. If you will come with me, milady" he says taking on a posh British tone now. Jack bows and offers me his arm.

"Thank you, kind sir." I curtsy back and place my hand on his. We talk a bit more while he leads me further backstage, stopping at a set of large oak doors. Jack opens one for me to walk through and then follows me in.