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.


5. Chapter 4

Chapter 4


When I got home I put my bag in the hall went upstairs and changed out of my jeans and put on my trackies and hoodie. I didn’t see why when I was in the comfort of my own home I couldn’t just lounge in comfy clothing, it wasn’t like anyone was coming round and I found it easier to concentrate on paperwork and watch films when I was comfortable.


I went downstairs and got my phone out of my bag before going in to the kitchen to boil the kettle. While the kettle was boiling I typed out a text to Tom.


Hey Tom, just to let you know I got home ok. It was a pleasure to meet you. Thankyou again-Emily x


I thought that was ok, not too fangirly just like texting an old friend. Even though he wasn’t a friend, he was Tom freaking Hiddleston. I still can’t believe I met him just this afternoon and I now have his number. I didn’t expect a reply straight away or atall for that matter as I knew how busy he was and that he had to head back to London.


I was surprised when my phone bleeped a few minutes later telling me I had a new message. I looked at the screen. 1 new message: Tom. Oh my god. Tom Hiddleston just text me back! I opened the text. It read:


Hello Emily darling. I`m glad that you got home safe. The pleasure was all mine my lady. I look forward to seeing you again in a few weeks time. I hope you enjoy watching What to Expect when you’re Expecting-it is a brilliant film. I look forward to reading your review-Tom xx


I typed a quick reply not wanting to annoy him.


I look forward to it too Tom. Just about to sit down and watch it with a cup of tea. Hope you get back to London ok and enjoy Iceland. Looking forward to hearing all about it in a few weeks time. Emily xx


Once the kettle had boiled I poured the hot water into the mug. While the tea was brewing I went into the living room and drew the curtains. I had a thing about not being able to watch a film without having the curtains drawn. I liked the full cinematic experience.


After the curtains were drawn I went back into the kitchen and finished making the tea, grabbing a galaxy bar out of the fridge on my way back to the living room. Who can watch a film without chocolate?


I put the tea and galaxy on the table as I set up the DVD. I went and sat back down on the sofa getting comfortable and pressed play. Just as the adverts started there was a knock at the door. Urgh that’s always the way, everytime I get some time to myself I always get interrupted. Who could it be anyway; it’s not like im expecting anyone. I checked the clock on the wall, 7pm it read. The only person that would come round at this time would be Amy but id imagine she’s about half way to London by now.

They knocked again.


I got up off the sofa, paused the film and went to see who was at the door. I opened it and my mouth flew open. Tom stood there looking even more handsome that he did this afternoon in the same blue shirt with his famous leather jacket over the top, dark blue jeans and cowboy boots. He stood there with a smile on his face and a bag of popcorn. Oh my god, Tom Hiddleston is at my door and im stood here, hair a mess wearing grey trackies and a blue hoodie.


Hello darling, do you mind if I come in?” his smile grew wider.

“T…Tom” I stuttered “Erm sure” I stepped aside allowing him to walk into the house.

“Forgive the intrusion dear but I didn’t want to wait another two weeks to see you and it turned out that I haven’t got to go to Iceland until Sunday afternoon to shoot again on Monday so I text Amy asking for your address so I could surprise you and come and watch the movie with you. Is that ok darling?”


I stood there in shock; I still couldn’t believe that Tom Hiddleston was in my house asking to watch a movie with me.


“O...Ofcourse Tom that would be lovely. Oh how rude of me, please come in and make yourself at home. Please excuse the state of me, I wasn’t expecting company and prefer to be comfortable when watching a film but now as I have company I’ll go and make myself, look atleast a bit presentable.” I chuckled nervously.


“Nonsense darling, don’t go and change on my account, you still look beautiful without make up and in your sweats.” I blushed.


I changed the subject quickly asking if Tom wanted a cup of tea before settling down to watch the movie. He said yes and we both head into the kitchen. I reboiled the kettle making him a cup of tea. He watches me intently as I do so.


Once the tea was made we headed back in to the living room where the film is paused on the adverts.

“You came round just in time, I had literally only just put the DVD in” I smiled. He smiled back taking off his leather jacket and placing it over the chair in the corner of the room before taking off his cowboy boots and putting them under the table.

I stand in the middle of the room feeling weary as to what to do. Just act normal. Bu...but  Tom Hiddleston, the Thomas William Hiddleston, who you’ve had a fangirl crush on since last year is here, in my house, in my living room wanting to watch a film with me. Oh my god!

He must have read my thoughts because he sat down on the sofa legs wide apart getting comfortable and asked if I was okay and to pretend like he wasn’t there. Really Tom, how is that possible when your for one, sitting like that and two sat there in that blue shirt  which us fangirls love. Just kill me, kill me right now.


I gave in in the end and sat down and pressed play on the movie pretending like he wasn’t there. Which was fine until his ehehe laugh surrounded the room at a funny part of the movie. I couldn’t help but laugh too his laugh is so infectious.


He watched me intently throughout most of the film. On more than one occasion I had to tell him to keep his eyes on the screen rather than the mess the other side of the sofa. He refused saying that he’d already seen the film and no matter how much he enjoyed the film and watching the acting talent in it, he would much prefer to stare at me because I was apparently much more beautiful. Tom Hiddleston called me beautiful! Again.


By the end of the movie, which I have to admit I didn’t really concentrate on I found myself cuddled into his side with his hand around my waist. Oh my god I`m cuddled up to Tom Hiddleston watching a movie. It just felt so natural, as though it was meant to happen. He smelled heavenly. I would never tire of his smell, a mixture of mint, the cologne he was wearing and Tom.


As the credits had started rolling I got up out of the havan of Tom`s arms and stopped the movie taking the DVD out of the player.

“What did you think darling?” he asked with a grin. He knew fairly well I hadn’t been paying attention.

“You’ll have to wait to read my review” I said with a wink. Of the film, not being cuddled in Tom`s arms. One thing was for sure, I knew I had to rewatch it to fully appreciate it and write a decent review because I knew that if I was to write a review now, it certainly wouldn’t be a review on the film, more about how perfect Tom Hiddleston is.


Tom put his shoes and leather jacket back on before taking his cup back out into the kitchen. I watched him intently knowing that the evening was coming to an end which I really didn’t want.  I insisted I could have taken the cup out to the kitchen but he asked what kind of gentleman he would be if he didn’t. I couldn’t argue with that.


Turning to face me he asked “Would it be ok to take you out to dinner tomorrow evening before I travel to Iceland Sunday afternoon?”

“Ofcourse Tom, I’d like that very much. I smiled.

“As would I darling.” He came over to me planting a kiss on my hand. “Although…” he looked embarrassed.

“Although what Tom? I asked with a matter of concern in my eyes. He looked down at his shoes. I placed my hand on his chin making him look at me, looking into those gorgeous blue eyes that pierced my soul.

“Although...” he sighed “I`m afraid I will have to let you choose the restaurant we go to as I don’t know the area as well as you do” I burst out laughing. He looked up at me a smile forming on his lips.

“Tom, really it’s not a problem I wasn’t expecting you to take me out to dinner tomorrow I would have waited until London, although that would have been torture. So really it isn’t a problem I know the perfect place. A restaurant just up the road from here actually, called The Beefeater” I smiled. He smiled back although it didn’t reach his eyes.

He got down on one knee looking up at me. Oh my god, he’s doing it again, exactly what he done this afternoon, down on one knee, in my kitchen. Oh my god, imagine if this was our house and he was asking me to marry him. Stop that!

Emily, my darling, I sincerely apologise and promise that when you come to London I will take you out for the best meal you have ever had. Please forgive me” he said with puppy dog eyes. I smiled. Why is he so adorable and such a gentleman?

“Get up.” He got up smiling.

“Am I forgiven?” he pleaded with his eyes.

“Tom, there’s nothing to apologise for but if it makes you feel better for me to say yes you’re forgiven, then yes you’re forgiven. I laughed, he laughed too poking his tongue out before kissing me on the cheek taking my arm and interlocking it with his to escort me to the door.


Once we were at the door he hugged me and kissed my hand. “Until tomorrow my lady, I’ll pick you up at 7. Thankyou for allowing me to come round and watch the film with you. I look forward to tomorrow evening, good night my love, a thousand times good night.” I smiled when in reality he had melted me to a puddle quoting Shakespeare and Romeo and Juliet to me.

“Goodnight Tom, sweet dreams I look forward to tomorrow evening.


With that he was out the door walking into the night.


I went to bed happier than I had in ages that night, dreaming of Tom and seeing him tomorrow night.


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