Moving House- A Tom Hiddleston Fanfiction.

Emily and Amy have been friends forever, growing up around the corner from each other. You can imagine Emily’s dismay when recently engaged Amy moves to London to open up her own art gallery and live with her fiancée. Even more so when she finds out that her favourite actor, Tom Hiddleston is there to help them.


1. Prologue



Me and Amy had been friends forever. You could say we were more like sisters than best friends.


We’d been through primary and secondary school together, always looking out for each other, having each others backs.


Then after secondary school we both kind of drifted apart, both going our separate ways and doing our own thing. I went to college to study Media Production in hope of one day becoming a film journalist- id always been a film and actors buff knowing most films, most recently those of Tom Hiddleston and Amy studying a photography course to become a photographer.


She was never without a camera, even in primary she always carried a camera, snapping away pictures of random objects and I was constantly her model posing for photos here and there, taking pictures of our days out together.


She was destined for it, and now at the age of twenty eight she`d finally achieved her dream, she was now classed as a photographer. It seemed everything was going her way. She`d recently opened up her own gallery of photos in London and was moving there to start her life with her fiancée Jay, whom she met whilst on a backpacking holiday in Italy. He always encouraged her to follow her dreams and she had.


I was so proud of her but at the same time I felt as though my life was going rather slowly. She’d always been the prettier and more successful one of the two of us, knowing that she wanted to be a photographer since she was seven, when he dad bought her her first camera. I however, took longer in deciding what career path I wanted to take.


Everyone always told me that I could do anything I wanted and put my mind to. It was just deciding what my mind wanted to stick to. Every girl dreams of being something when they grown up `I want to be a princess` or `I want to be a ballerina`. When your five you don’t realise how tough life is and your free to be able to dream of becoming a princess or ballerina all you like but then you grow up and having to face reality and the fact that fairytales don’t exist.


Im not saying I didn’t know what I wanted to be when I grew up. I did id been set on what I wanted to be when I was fourteen. I wanted to be a policewoman but one trip to the opticians and my plans had to change.


Because I was blind in one eye the optician said that there may be a possibility that I may not be able to drive let alone become a policewoman. My childhood dream was shattered.


From then on my dreams and career ambitions changed. I’d always loved writing, my favourite subject at school being English. I always carried a notebook with me wherever I went, jotting down things I saw or writing descriptions of people id met. I was as bad as Amy with her camera.


After that optician appointment I also decided that I didn’t want to drive, Id never really thought about it and presides I had far from the best attention span and coordination skills. Instead I fulfilled another life long dream I had since I was ten, Id always loved America since I went to Florida with my mum and dad. I knew from then that I wanted to go back, especially to New York and growing up watching lots of American TV my dream had only grown more.


So when I finished uni at the age of twenty one I spent two glorious weeks in New York with Amy, admiring the sights, going to see Wicked on Broadway, we went and saw it once when we went to London for the day and completely fell in love with it, probably thanks to watching too much Glee. We also went and ate cupcakes just like the girls in Sex and the City and sat on the Met like the Blair and Serena in Gossip Girl, aswell as shopping in Barney`s,Bloomigdales and Saks and taking a trip to Tiffany’s to have my Holly Golightly moment. Id always loved black and white movies, especially ones with Audrey Hepburn so I had a bit of a fangirl moment when I had coffee and a danish outside the famous Tiffany’s including going in and treating myself to a tiffany necklace to remember it by. Not that I would forget it, especially as I made Amy take god knows how many pictures of me outside. Something tells me that trip was based on our love for American TV.


We’d spent a lot of time round Amy’s growing up watching reruns of Friends, Glee or Gossip girl on TV putting the world to rights. I loved growing up with Amy as my best friend, in that house that held so many memories. You can imagine my sadness when she told me she was selling the house and moving to London with Jay, the house we’d both pretty much grown up in all our lives was going on the market.


Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...