Note: Thank you so much for giving chapter 1 a try! I hope this one will also find some readers who like it. Like last time. Sorry for any grammar mistakes or spelling mistakes. English is not my first language.
- Chapter 2 -
The one where the week goes by and it´s Monday again
Monday evening you enter your flat and start to laugh and shake your head. If this wasn´t a manic Monday you don´t know what would be. You leave your bag at the dresser next to the door and pull of your shoes and jacket.
Good gracious his eyes. I haven´t seen such blue orbs in my whole life. Here I always thought all the pictures of him were photoshoped. If Clara wouldn´t have looked like a ghost the whole day I´d think this never happened.
You turn on some quiet music in the Livingroom and start to rummage around your home. Lighting candles and pouring yourself something to drink. It´s already half dark outside but you can see a light moon starting to shine through your livingroom window. After you´ve done your after-work routine you find yourself sitting at the window ledge holding a book of Shakespeare’s Sonnets in your hand.
Life no longer than thy love will stay,
For it depends upon that love of thine.
Sonnet 92
Your phone rings and you cringe. “Hello, this is (Y/N).” “(Y/N) I can´t think straight after this day’s events.” You laugh. It´s Clara and she still sounds flabbergasted. “I can´t believe it either, but for the record.. it must have happened cause we both feel that way.” Clara talks about how ridiculous she must have look running away like that, but you reassure her like a good friend would do and talk a bit more on the phone. Personally you think Tom has carried himself like a fairly normal person. An adorable, tall and handsome person but a person just the same. Not a big movie star who probably knows most of the hot actors in Hollywood….and actresses. After finishing the call, you decide it´s time to go to bed. Ending the day with a little romance book you started yesterday.
Tuesday and Wednesday go by without further incidents and by Thursday you look at that stuffed gorilla with a fond smile. I´ll probably never be able to look at a gorilla again without thinking about a certain man. Friday comes and as you open the door to let the parents in to pick up their children you see it´s pouring outside. Maybe, if you´re lucky it stops until you get to go home in some minutes, but it really doesn´t look that way. You bundle up and say your goodbyes to everybody who still has some worktime left and hurry outside. As you go by somebody almost barges into you. “I´m so sorry” You say simultaneously but both of you continue your way without giving each other another glance.
Home, I just want to get home without being totally soaking wet.
As you hurry into the tube station Dylan greets his Uncle with a big hug. “Sorry I’m a little late buddy, but it´s raining tremendously outside. Let´s get you dressed and bring you home.” Tom smiles at Dylan and can´t keep himself from looking for you. But it´s only one of your co-workers he sees. “Do you have anything you need to take home still left inside?” he tries, but Dylan shakes his head and tugs Tom along to his jacket and shoes. Sighing Tom smiles at Dylan and helps him to get himself ready to go home.
I must have missed her, or she´s still busy working somewhere else in this building. Can´t even believe I volunteered myself to come here again after being such a dork who wasn´t able to open a simple door.
“Uncle Tom…Mrs (Y/L/N) helped me to paint a gorilla today.” Ahh, so she has been here.
“You don´t say!” “Yeah, I couldn´t do it on my own so she helped me out. On Monday we will finish it together.. she promised!” Tom takes Dylans hand and smiles at him “You do like her, don´t you?” “Nah, the gorilla is a man, like you and me.. why would I be painting a she gorilla. I don´t even like that girly stuff.” Tom laughs at the misunderstanding and nods as he walks outside to his car with Dylan. “Let´s get you home to your mom. Maybe we can paint a gorilla too!” “AWESOME Uncle Tom!!” Dylan declares and hops inside.
Monday, maybe this´ll be my chance to check if I just imagined this beautiful smile and that spark in her eyes as she teased me.. Open Sesame my ass. This won´t happen again!
Tom pulls his car up in front of Dylan’s home and carries him inside like a football. Feet first. “Sarah, your little Troublemaker has returned!” Sarah peeks around the corner. “And have you brought my son too?” She smiles at Tom who laughs and turns around to reveal a giggling Dylan, waving at his mother. “Am here mummy!” “Be a good boy and get yourself cleaned before we eat dinner… And take Uncle Tom with you. He looks like he could use something to eat.” Tom kisses his sister’s cheek. “Thanks Sarah, you´re the best.” Tom starts walking to the bathroom with Dylan still under his arm doing a swimming motion. He just loved his family.
After a nice dinner Dylan started to get his stuff together for drawing that gorilla his uncle had promised him. Tom helped to clean the kitchen. Quietly contend to share some quality time with his sister. “Have you seen her?” She asks all of a sudden. “Who?” Tom plays dumb but couldn´t help the half smile that creeped up onto his lips. “(Y/N)” Sarah clarifies. “You looked at her like you´ve seen a ghost or something. Normally I don´t have to ask you twice to go play a game with Dylan.” Tom gave his signature laugh and hunched his shoulders. “I just wasn´t in the mood to be attacked by a bunch of kids.” He lied half-heartedly. Sarah drew an eyebrow and gave him a light blow with her towel. “Thomas William Hiddleston, haven´t we been brought up to know that we don´t lie?!” She asked mocking him.
Tom sticks his tongue out to his sister and says “You know what, I feel like I’ve helped you enough for today. I´ll go see my nephew and draw a real mean gorilla with him! GRRRR”
Sarah laughed out loud. Her gentlemanly brother just fell back into his 5-year-old self and forgot how to behave. She loved him dearly.
The weekend was a busy but fun one. You hang out with some friends and go to dinner, read that book of yours till late in the night and sleep in on Sunday. Tom on the other side was busy doing interviews and some voice recording. But the both of you were thinking about a certain smile.
That smile can´t be so breathtakingly gorgeous as I think it was.
Monday morning came and you are back at work. Finishing that gorilla with Dylan later in the day. After that you have story time with the kids. Reading them a book and making sure everybody was having a good time. “Mrs (Y/L/N) I like your voice but that man with the curly hair was more fun to listen to!”
Kids, honest as they come. You laugh a little and say “Yes James, I know what you mean. It was like listening and watching a movie in your head.”
“Silly Mrs (Y/L/N) you only can watch movies on the telly.” Dylan disagrees. “Silly yourself James. Dreaming is like watching a movie in your head!” “You´re quite right, Dylan.” That voice.
Your head snaps up from where you are sitting with the kids. “Sorry to interrupt, but I got here a bit early and… I believe it was Clara... let me in and waved in the direction of your room.” Blue, blue eyes zooming in on you. He looked as good as your head had told you the whole last week. Even better. He was wearing a blue jeans and a grey button down shirt under his open Jacket. His eyes behind a pair of intelligent looking glasses. Who were you kidding? It wasn´t the glasses who looked intelligent, it was the man himself.
“Mr Hiddleston, it´s you.” You get out before staring any longer at his handsomeness. “As you probably overheard, you need to be back by popular demand and read to those very judgemental children.” Before he can answer anything the happy screams and claps of said children made him untie his scarf and lose his jacket. How on earth could he say no to those little humans?!
“Alright, get yourself seated I´ll continue The Little Prince!” You hand him the book and grin as his face told you he would somehow get you for that stunt you pulled on him again.
With a little grin toying with your lips you turn around…and feel his eyes burning holes in your back as you walk away to get yourself a cup of tea.
Another note:
Thanks for reading! I gues this will be somewhat of a slow burner :)
