A/N: Just a quick note. I have made a few small changes to the previous chapter to fit in more with Tom's actual filming schedule. As in making it sound a little more realistic to what has been announced recently about White Stork and Owen Wilson's announced part in the Loki series. Also I've mentioned about What if...? As I thought it would be better to add them in. Although it's difficult to write about his future projects when there's not much known about them yet. And I added Charlie in a tiny bit too. By now you guys can tell I've made Charlie single for the befit of my story. Anyway I hope you enjoy chapter 9 which is all about Tom and Zawe's relationship.
Zawe woke up next to Tom watching him sleep a while, his chest slowing raising and falling. She soon snuggled up close to him wrapping her arm around him and kissed his cheek making him stir in his sleep. She smiled before kissing him all over his face. Tom giggled.
"Morning!" Zawe sat up on her elbows and tapped Tom on the nose with her index finger. His eyes fluted open.
"Morning beautiful" Tom turned on his side looking at her with his sleepy eyes cupping her face with his hands.
"Sleep well?" Zawe asked staring into his eyes.
"I did" Tom lied. His mind began to wondered off thinking about Margot. Just like he did before he fell asleep the night before. He wished he had more time with her to explain even if she thought she didn't want to hear what he had to say about New York.
"Tom?" Zawe removed Tom's hands from her face and held them in hers. "Tom?" Tom blinked a few times as he came out of his thoughts. "You seem so far away this morning" Zawe looked at him with concern.
"Yes, sorry I'm with you. I just have a lot on my mind. Why don't you get dressed soon while I take Bobby out on my run then we can spend time together. I do have a to meet up with Luke at 2:30 but I'm free before and after. We could even go out tonight. How does that sound?" Tom suggested.
"Sounds great to me" Zawe kissed his lips. "How about we go to Bon Gusto tonight?"
"Excellent choice!"
"Then maybe we could pick up from where we were last night" Zawe bit her lip as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Maybe" Tom teased.
Tom got out of bed a few minutes later dressing in his black sport shorts, leggings, a dark blue hoodie with thumb holes and his black trainers with white soles ready for his run. He kissed Zawe's forehead before he headed downstairs picking up Bobby's lead. Bobby raced towards the front door as soon as he heard Tom calling for him. Once Tom had Bobby ready and Tom put his Airpods in they were out the door. Meanwhile Zawe took a shower then slipped into a pair of black skinny jeans and a grey diamond print blouse, with a V neck line and a tie detail at the front and black ballet flats. She straightened her black hair and put on her black framed glasses. Zawe looked at herself in Tom's full length mirror on the door of his wardrobe, shrugging her shoulders deciding it would make do. She headed for the kitchen to get some toast and a cup of tea. She sat in silence at the kitchen table munching on her toast while scrolling on her phone. Suddenly Zawe's phone pings with a new message with a notification appearing at the top of her screen which said URGENT! It was from her agent. Quickly flicking off her emails and tapping onto her text massage app. She opened it.
"URGENT....." it read with a follow up text which read:
"Zawe I thought I should be the one to tell you this, hopefully no one else has already beaten me to it. There's no point in beating around the bush. Regrettably there has been a few photos that have emerged over the internet it's started a frenzy. Someone going by the username @JakeAvenger87 took some photos yesterday of Tom with someone."
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Are you following me Mr Hiddleston? (A Tom Hiddleston Fanfiction)
FanfictionMargot Foster takes her dream trip to New York, whilst she's there she attends to a performance of Harold Pinter's Betrayal. After the performance she and the rest of the audience wait outside the stage doors for the cast Tom Hiddleston, Zawe Ashton...