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.


14. Chapter 13

Moving House

Chapter 13:


A/N: I`m on a role today. Special appearance by Mumford and Sons and Carey Mulligan in this chapter. Enjoy <3


We made our way to Tom’s house for him to quickly change into something more comfortable. You always wonder what celebrities houses are like; well I do anyway, so I was surprised to see that it was a relatively small yet cosy house.


A simple living room with cream walls, a black leather sofa with a few chairs off to the side, a flat screen at the side of the room opposite the sofa, a mirror above the mantel piece with a few letters and cards from fans and a bookshelf in the corner of the room which held god knows how many books.


The dining room was joined onto the living room, a big glass table in the middle of the room and then a door through to the small kitchen filled with white cabinets a cooker to the right of the room. Mugs on handles next to the microwave. It was really nice. I felt at home as soon as I went inside.


“Make yourself at home, darling I’m just going to go change out of these clothes from last night” he gave me a quick wink and then he was gone up the stairs.


I made my way back into the living room and skimmed my way down the huge bookshelf, Shakespeare, ofcourse, all the classics and amongst them a few books made by fans. It was lovely to think that fans made him things like this. What are you saying, you are a fan!


I took a book of poems off the bookshelf and began flicking through it.


Tom came down the stairs a few minutes later dressed in his cowboy boots, dark jeans, grey t shirt and black leather jacket. His hair was starting to go back to its natural state and colour now.


“We can take that with us if you like? I’ve always liked the idea of reading to my girlfriend by the eye”


I smiled making my way over to him giving him a quick kiss on the lips. He took my hand kissing my knuckles.


“Shall we go love?” I nodded taking his outstretched hand in my own.


We made our way out the door and spent the morning wondering around The Globe, Tom being my very own tour guide and telling me all about it’s history. You could tell he was passionate about it by the way he used his hands to express things.


It was relatively quiete; mind you it was a weekday. Tom jumped up on the stage and recited sonnet 130 perfectly without fail.


My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress when she walks treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.


He looked at me throughout the whole monologue before getting down off the stage and bowing infront of me. I curtseyed back. “Bravo fine sir”

“Thankyou fair maiden” before pulling me into for a passionate kiss.


He continued giving me my history lesson before retiring to the gift shop where I bought a few postcards.


We then made our way along the Embankment taking in the sights on the beautiful sunny day. Big Ben and the Houses of Parliament stood tall across the Thames.


This was my favourite part of London, just watching, taking in the surroundings of the street entertainers and the merry-go-round. Beautiful.


It was about 1 by the time we made our way out of The Globe so we went to Prêt and got some lunch, sandwiches, crisps and coke before finding a spot on the grass near the eye to eat and relax.


Tom took his leather jacket off and placed it on the floor telling me to sit. I did as he asked. He sat down behind me so I sat in between his legs, my head resting against his chest, feeling the beat of his heart and breathing under his thin t shirt. In that moment I was happy, content. I could stay in this position forever.


We ate in a comfortable silence enjoying the view. Tom’s hands found their way round my waist whilst mine rested on the tops his legs, his head resting on the top of mine, every so often kissing my head.


After we had finished eating Tom grabbed his book of poems that was resting on the top of my bag and flicked to a random page and began reading.


Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question…
Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"
Let us go and make our visit.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,

Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

And indeed there will be time
To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?"
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair—
[They will say: "How his hair is growing thin!"]
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—
[They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!"]
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

For I have known them all already, known them all—
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
     So how should I presume?

And I have known the eyes already, known them all—
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
     And how should I presume?

And I have known the arms already, known them all—
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
[But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!]
Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
     And should I then presume?
     And how should I begin?

          . . . . .

Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows? …

I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.

          . . . . .

And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep… tired… or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head [grown slightly bald] brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet—and here's no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.

And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"—
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
     Should say: "That is not what I meant at all.
     That is not it, at all."

And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
And this, and so much more?—
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
     "That is not it at all,
     That is not what I meant, at all."



I must have fallen asleep because I was awoken by kisses being peppered over my forehead, cheeks and lips.


“Hmmm, Tom that feels nice” he chucked in my ear giving my earlobe a quick nip.


“Do I bore you, love” I snuggled into to his side to face him.


“Ofcourse not, your voice is just so soothing, it relaxes me. You can read me to sleep anytime you like.”


He intertwined his fingers with mine, kissing my knuckles.


“We need to go, darling it’s 5 o clock. The concert starts at 7 we need to get going”


“Hmm, do we have to? Cant I just stay like this, here in your arms, forever?”


“As lovely as that sounds love I don’t think Marcus will bring his set down here” he chuckled pulling me up.


Tom walked me back to Amy’s giving me a quick kiss on the lips and letting me know he’d pick me up at 6:15 before going back to his house to change.


I walked into the house and Amy pounced on me.


“I want know everything! Why did I run into Tom in the landing this morning and in just his boxers? You didn’t, did you? I shook my head


“Come upstairs and I’ll talk to you whilst I get dressed as I havent got long.”


We made our way upstairs to my room.


“What the hell do you wear to a Mumford and Sons concert?”


“Oh my god, he’s taking you to see Mumford, I’m so jealous! Jeans and a t shirt, I don’t know but you’re going to be jumping around a lot.”


“Fair point”


I laid my jeans and Armani T shirt out on the bed before going into the bathroom to shave my arms. Amy followed me into the hallway and spoke to me outside the door.


“So, spill everything! You can’t leave me hanging here!”


“What is there to tell” I asked her through the door.


“Hmm let’s see why was Tom here this morning?”


I came out of the bathroom dressed in leggings and my black vest. I walked back into my room Amy following.


“We got into a bit of an argument after he took me dancing last night so he came in and sorted it.”


“What could you possibly have to- oh god you didn’t.”


“I did.”


“Why the hell would you tell him about Jack when everything was going so well?”


“I… I don’t know I just felt like he needed to know. He wasn’t happy about it to say the least; he got angry and asked if he was my first. I said he was and he said that it wasn’t fair that he got the part he wanted in the production and then me too.”


“Wait. What? Production?”


“They met at Eton. Tom wanted a part and Jack beat him too it and then he got upset because he got that and then he had me first. He said he couldn’t deal with it gave me a kiss on my forehead and then left.”


“Oh man”


My t shirt was now on with my leggings.


“Amy turn around”


“Oh come on”






She turned around as I pulled down my leggings and changed into my jeans.


“So, then what happened?”


“You can turn around now” she did and we both sat on the bed.


“Well I ran after him, I didn’t want to argue with him. I told him that Jack was my past and that he was my future and I asked him to come inside so I could explain. He did and we spoke about it and how I was worried he was going to leave me just like Jack had. He promised me that it wouldn’t be easy but we’d make it work.”


“Aww that’s so cute. So get to the part where I saw him this morning”


“Well it was 2 o clock by the time we finished talking and he got up to leave but I stopped him asking him to stay with me.




“Yeah, nothing like that”


“Oh whatever, i`m going to pretend like I believe you”


“Do you want to know the rest of the story or not?”




“Well then if you’d kindly atleast act like you believe me”




“Ok so he was hesitant at first but he agreed when I said I wasn’t ready for that and that I just felt safe in his arms. We went upstairs, I went into the bathroom to change, came back and Tom was just in his boxers. He said his heart only beated for me and we cuddled up and went to sleep and he obviously wasn’t expecting you to be here this morning and went to the loo in just his boxers and bumped into you. Nothing else happened you’d know about it if it did.”


“Oh, so explain in the kitchen when Jay walked in”


“Oh god, nothing keeps quite between you too, does it. You have to tell each other everything.”


“Yep. He forgot his laptop so I text him letting him know it was at home. He came to collect it and then said that he walked in on you and Tom. Now spill”


“Well we got a bit carried away in the kitchen but nothing else happened, trust me you’ll be the first to know. Now, what time is it?”


“I better be and 6”


I put on my back military boots and mascara and lip-gloss packing my bag with my camera and phone before going downstairs.


The door bell rang at 6:15 exactly. Always on time.


I opened the door to find my gorgeous boyfriend dressed in a dark blue dress shirt, black blazer, jeans and his cowboy boots.


“Good evening, darling”

“Hi, love”


He came in for a minute to apologise to Amy about this morning before we were out the door on our way to the Mumford and Sons concert. 


We were there just in time and made our way near the front.


It was a great evening spent with Tom and amazing music! Mumford played a brilliant set including tracks from both their albums including `I Will Wait`, `The Cave`, `Below my Feet` and `Little Lion Man` amongst others.


Tom’s hands stayed both protectively round my waist for most of the evening whilst I took some great photos and enjoyed the evening.


The concert finished around 10. Tom caught me completely off guard when he asked if I was ready for my surprise.


“What surprise?” I asked.


Tom led me out of the crowd and backstage to meet the band.


“Oh my god, what?”


Not long later I was infront of Mumford and Sons and one of my favourite actresses, Carey Mulligan herself.


I lost it right there. I couldn’t believe it. Tom led me over to where they were standing talking before introducing me to Carey and the band.


“Tom it’s so great to see you” Marcus told Tom.


“It’s so great to see you too, haven’t seen you in a while”


Carey walked over to Tom giving him a hug.


“Tom, how are you?”


“Hello, darling it’s so lovely to see you”


I just stood there in shock. I thought meeting Tom for the first time was bad enough but now standing infront of not only Tom, who is now my boyfriend, Mumford and Sons and Carey Mulligan I just couldn’t believe it.


“Carey...this is my girlfriend, Emily”


“It’s so lovely to meet you” she told me giving me a hug.  I hugged her back still not quite believing that I was hugging Carey Mulligan and that Tom Hiddleston had just introduced me as his girlfriend.


“Oh my gosh! It’s so lovely to meet you too. I actually can’t believe this. Sorry, I’m a bit of a fan. You’re amazing!” She laughed.


So, what do you do?”


 I’m an aspiring writer. Tom interrupted me then.


“She’s not an aspiring writer, she is a writer. Her reviews are amazing. She even wrote one on Never Let Me Go, you know, Carey”


“Yeah, that’s only because you looked through my portfolio when I was asleep.” I nudged him in the ribs. “Shh, she doesn’t need to know that.” they laughed whilst I tried to hide my embarrassment. Tom grabbed my hand rubbing his thumb across my knuckles.


“I’d love to read it sometime; I’m sure it’s amazing.” I blushed.


We continued talking with the band and Carey until it got to 11 and they had to go.


Carey and I swapped numbers saying that she’d love to meet me for lunch before she left to film The Great Gatsby and before I went home.


I hugged each of them goodbye saying Thankyou for the amazing concert and how amazing it was to meet them before Tom led me out of the venue and back to Amy’s.


I only had a few more days in London before I had to return home. I didn’t want to leave; I’d had too much fun. One of the best few weeks away of my life. I wouldn’t be away for long but I still didn’t want to leave. I didn’t want to leave Tom, or Amy or any of it. I hoped id get a job here soon.


Tom walked me to Amy`s door pulling me into an embrace.


“Will you stay” I asked him against the embrace. He pulled us apart so I was at arms length.


“Aren’t you going to see Singing in the Rain with Amy tomorrow, darling?” I nodded.


“Then if you’re going to be having a girly day you wouldn’t want to wake up in my arms, would you?”


“Oh, Tom I’ll always want to wake up in your arms.”


“And I in yours, my love but it will be a bit odd if you woke up with me tomorrow when you and Amy are spending the day together and I’ve got nothing to do all day accept read scripts and think of you.”


“You’ll be thinking of me?” I smiled.


“Ofcourse I’ll be thinking of you, I always think of you. I love you. Oh god, I’m such a tit that just came out, it wasn’t how I originally planned on saying it. I’m sorry.”


He was rambling. Always apologising.




“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” I put a finger to his lips.


“Tom. I love you too.”

“Youuo dodo? I couldn’t help but laugh, my finger was still on his lips. He removed it.


“You do?”


“Oh, Tom. Ofcourse I do, I’ve loved for almost a year. I love you Thomas William Hiddleston. He smiled, a huge grin plastered on his face.


“I love you too. I love you, darling. I love you Emily Kathleen Pontin. I cant believe how many times im saying it.”


“To quote you, If you’ve got something to say, say it from the rooftops” he laughed throwing his head back.


“Touché, darling, touché”


“Thankyou for such a lovely evening, Tom. I never in a million years thought I’d meet you, let alone Carey Mulligan.”


“You’re welcome darling, it was my pleasure. Have a great time seeing Signing in the Rain tomorrow, it’s a great show. I’ll take you out to dinner tomorrow evening”


“I look forward to it.”


He pulled me in for a kiss, his hands snaking round my waist pulling me to him, our tongues battling with each other. I pulled him closer by his suit jacket running my hands in through the chest hair that was peaking out of his shirt. He moaned taking one hand from around my waist and cupping my face. One of my hands joined his on my face whilst the other played with his hair at the back of his neck.


We pulled away a few minutes later breathless, his head against mine, trying to calm his breathing.


“I love you” he kissed my head.


“I love you” he kissed my cheek.


“I love you” he kissed my neck


“I love you” he kissed my lips.


“I love you, Thomas”


He gave me one last kiss on my lips before kissing my knuckles.


“Good night fair maiden.”


“Good night kind sir”


And with that he was gone back to his house.


I put the key in the lock shutting the door behind me trying to process the evening. I’d not only been to see Mumford and Sons but I’d met them and Carey Mulligan backstage and we were going to lunch. Tom introduced me as his girlfriend and then he told me he loved me. Nothing will beat this night.


A text was waiting for me when I checked my phone.


I love you, darling. Tonight was perfect. Until tomorrow my love. Sleep well. Yours, Thomas. Xxxxxxx <3


The bed is empty without you. I love you. Thankyou for such a perfect night. I love you. Xxxxxxx <3


I got into bed cuddling up to Tom’s pillow, the scent of Armani aftershave lulling me into a peaceful sleep.


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