where there is an actor there is an artist (a Tom Hiddleston fanfic)

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I dumped hard down in the airplane chair; a tear slowly ran down my cheek. I quickly wiped it off with my hand. I checked my phone and saw that I had 2 missing calls from Tom, I had giving him my number the other day when we went to the park, witch reminded me of the fact that I'd ran away from him without saying anything.

I wanted to call him back and tell him why, but I couldn't bear it right now.

The flight trip was long and depressing. All I could think of was Connor.

"You know I love you, right?"

Memories had started to come back

I smiled at him, wanted to say the word back to him but nothing but a squeak came out.

He smirked to me and said "you are so cute when you do that"

My palm was sweaty of the thought of this

I blushed and bended close to him and gave him what was to be our first and last kiss

I tighten my fist and hit the chair in front of me, surprised and I bit shocked of that I just did I looked around to see if anyone saw it, But I don't think anyone did.

I sat back in the chair and rubbed my eyes. Me and Connor where never together. We were only friends. But the last days at home we realized that it was something more than just a friendship between us.

And the worst part where that we knew we couldn't be together, since I was moving away. The distance would kill it.

He was the only person who really understood me, and now he was...gone. At once I said that to myself I started crying. I tried to get myself together, but I couldn't.

We eventually landed and I got out of the plane, I rushed thru the crowd of people and got my luggage. I finally found mine and made my way out of the airport where I saw my dad's car.

I got in the car and saw dad look at me with sympathy "are you okay?"

No, I was never okay. But I couldn't say that. "Not sure yet" I just said looking at the tree's pass quickly as we drove. The rest of the drive where quiet, just looking out the window. I didn't feel for saying anything.

When we parked outside the house, I just quickly crabbed my luggage and run in the house and up the stairs in my old home. They would understand that I was upset and didn't want to talk.

I closed the door to my old room put my luggage besides the bed. I sat down and turned my phone on. No new missing calls form Tom, but I decided to call him. I felt bad for not have answered his calls.

It took a while before he answered

*Liz?*

*hi Tom* I said quiet

*are you okay?* he said with sympathy

I didn't answer. I didn't know what to say *are you there?* he suddenly said, and I snapped out of my thoughts

*yeah, I'm here* I quickly said.

*Good, um...*

Before he could say anything more I stopped him with my words *listen Tom, I just need to tell you that I'm sorry for running away from you the other day... and I need to tell you why*

*okay darling* he said short but sweet

*when I got that call, it was my brother. He had some bad news* I took a short break before I continued *an old friend of mine... past away* I felt tears pressing on my eyes, but I held them back

*I am so sorry, I didn't know* he said quiet.

*It's okay, how could you know*

It was a long break before he said

*so you are at home know or?* he said quiet

*I took a plane back home today, so I'm staying with the family for two days until the funeral is over* I said quiet. The thought of the funeral made my skin rise, I hated funeral's especially when it was someone close to me who had passed away.

*okay, that's good. I don't want you to be alone at a time like this*

I couldn't help but t smile a little at his answer.

*thank you* I said smiling

*No problem. I'll see you when you get back home, take care* he said kindly

*you to, bye*

*bye* he said short before he hung up.

I fell back in my bed, lying on my back with my feet hanging out of the edge on the bed. I where holding my phone tight to my chest, trying to gather my thoughts. I must have been lying like this for a long time because I eventually fell asleep.