Call me, may be.《Tom-Hiddleston one shot/imagine》 [Requests Open]
It was a very beautiful Friday afternoon. You sat in the red leather seats of a near by Bistro to meet your long time boyfriend Kevin. Deep down, you were really excited because you had a feel that he was going to ask you to marry him today.
There were clues scattered all around the place, for one, it was your eighth year anniversary, he called you and asked you in the Bistro where you had accidentally bumped into him for the first time. He also sounded nervous. Every clue you discovered, made you squeal with joy but you were in a public place and you need to contain yourself if you didn’t want anyone to think you were crazy.
You wore a red dress that reached upto your knee and matching stilettos,a dab of mascara to your eyes and cherry red lipstick. You wanted this night to be perfect and dressed up in his favourite colour. Red. Tapping your fingers in a sort of a rythym against the wooden table, you looked around the not so busy room.
“Will you just listen to me Charlotte?” A man’s pained voice boomed from the neighbouring table. You were always a curious cat and therefore your eyes darted to the table just beside you. The lady wore a turquoise dress. Her blonde hair was neatly tied to a bun. You would say she really looked beautiful if it were not for the sly look she was shooting the guy whom you couldn’t see. Because seeing the guy would mean you turning your head and you didn’t want to be called a stalker.
“Oh suck it up Thomas! Why don’t you get that I don’t want to be with you? It..it suffocates me! You always obsessing ober me like I’m a fragile thing..whatever.” She slamed the menu and stood up “WE.ARE.DONE.” she walked away.
Ouch. Your heart broke for the guy, but hey! You don’t even know him. For all you know he could have REALLY been an obsessive boyfriend. You shrugged and looked through the window occasionally glancing at the guy through the corner of your eye.
You couldn’t make his features much but he had a tall frame, skinny and had ginger blond hair. He sat for awhile with his head in his hands, and then started gulping down the contents of the wine bottle. Suddenly his eyes darted to you and you blushed incredulously. You shot him an awkward smile and focused on the window again.
“Sorry, I’m late (Y/N)” Kevins voice echoed and you felt your heart flutter . You blushed and looked at him as he smiled and looked at you. “You look nice, are we celebrating something?”
‘He forgot?’ You thought as your stomach dropped. You brushed it off as an act amd smiled innocently at him. “You tell me Kev, you called me here.”
“(Y/N) listen” he sighed “I need to tell you something, that’s been on my mind for awhile now.” He seemed nervous fidgeting with the tissue papers.
Your heart beat quickened. This is it. He was going to tell you how he felt and then he is going to propose. You grinned and calmed the butterflies in your tummy before looking at him “What is it Kev? You know you can tell me anything. Right?”
He nodded and sighed. Taking your hand in his, he began “(Y/N) I wish there was am easier way to tell you this, but..I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry.”
Your stomach dropped and you felt your world spin under your feet “W..what do you mean?” You managed to ask him.
“Us. We can’t go on like this.” He let your hands go and looked at you “I’m afraid I’ve grown out of love with you. I..I can’t pretend anymore. You are not the person for me…” he mumbles softly and with every word you felt an invisible force choke the life out of you.
“P..pretend?” Your voice broke and you hated it “What do you mean I’m not the one for you? Don’t you love me?” You asked as your eyes stung with the ammount of tears that brimmed them.
“I don’t.” He looks into your eyes “I did..but then” he curses under his breath “I met someone two years ago. Someone who is not like you. Someone whom I love.”
“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN SOMEONE WHO IS NOT LIKE ME?!” you screamed and felt Thomas’s eyes on you. You took a breath and calmed yourself “you didn’t have any problems when you were fucking me everynight, now what?”
“Look (Y/N) I don’t have to explain myself to you. You are an emotional drama queen who clings to people and is way too protective. You are just..so…irritating to be with except for the sex part. Lily is not like that. She is not like you. I love - ” you couldn’t control yourself. Your hand made rough contact with his cheeks and you stood up forcing yourself not to cry.
“FUCK YOU KEVIN.” You screamed and darted out the door, mentally willing yourself not to breakdown. You hoped kevin would come running behind and apologise to you. You hoped he would beg you to take him back. You stopped in an alley and leaned against the wall bursting to tears and letting all the pent up feelings outside.
Kevin had forgotten your anniversary. He thought you to be a burden. He never loved you in these past two years and he was only using you as a fuck toy. He forgot why the bistro was special. He hated you. And that broke you into millions of tiny pieces.
The minute you heard foot steps your heart palpitated. Kevin. It had to be him! You lifted your head up from your knees and looked at the figure who was standing before you. No. It wasn’t Kevin. It was that guy from the next table.
“Miss, I couldn’t help but over hear what happened, may I be of any assistance?” His velvet baritone voice asked you.
“Just..leave me alone would you? Your girlfriend left you too..go sulk about it at some bar!” You pushed yourself to your feet and walked past the man who tpwered over you.
“I just wanted to help. I apologise” you hear him mumble and his footsteps retreating.
You stopped in your tracks “Wait.” You mentally prayed he wasn’t a stalker and walked to him wiping your eyes that now looked like it had zombie make up on. You exteneded a hand towards the man who was looking at you with his gorgeous blue eyes “I’m (Y/N) (L/N). If you are a stalker or a murderer or a kidnapper, my roommate knows I’m outside. And she knows people.just saying.”
Thomas chuckled softly “I’m Tom. Tom Hiddleston and I assure you, I am no stalker or a kidnapper or a murderer. You and your roommate can relax.” A hint of amusement played in his eyes “you truly do not know who I am?”
You shake your head “Your the man from the bistro to whom I am yet to apologise for eavesdropping and for being utterly rude. I’m sorry.” You sighed still sad over the events that happened. You could tell he was sad too.
“Ever heard of Loki?..the avengers, Thor?” He raised his eyebrows when you shook your head “Okay, tonight is going to be very exciting. I am an actor.” He chuckled softly, his eyes still gleaming with sadness. You sat on the pavements, crossing your feet at your ankles after removing your stilettos and placing them aside. You patted the spot next to you and Tom took the seat, hunching over his knees which were pulled upto his chest. “Are you okay?” He asked worry evident in his voice.
You nod“I will be.“ You let out a deep breath. “It’s just…I thought he was going to propose today being our anniversary. Turns out he wanted to confess that he had fallen in love with someone else.” You confessed and it felt good. You looked up at him “so,what’s your story? how are you hanging there?”
“Ditto. Only, I was going to ask her but she broke up because she thought I was too..smothering.” he sighed “I was expecting this for quite awhile but brushed it off as paranoia” A moment of silence ensuing his words.
“Their loss anyway” you said suddenly feeling light. Tom gives you a soft smile and looks at the stars.
“Does this mean we are friends now?” He asked you as you chuckled.
“I don’t see why not.” You grinned at him wiping your eyes and paused when he handed you his handkerchief.
“You need it more than I do.” He laughed softly. You took it from him and wiped the mascara from your eyes.“here” he handed you his visiting card “Now you should know I don’t give it out very often to everyone because of my job, fans and stuff, but since we are friends now, I do not see why.“he had a cheeky smile.
You smiled sofly and observed the card.
Thomas William Hiddleston
Actor.Director.
Unicief UK ambassador.
Represented by Hamilton Agency.
+062 678 3678 290
You got the idea alright. But you wanted to make him smile. Him being sad hurt you for some reason and so, you looked at him with the most innocent looks “what should I do with it?” You asked him.
“I will. May be” you winked and chucked the card in your purse.
That was only the begining of a budding friendship which would soon sprout into love eventually.