Love Rekindled:A Tom Hiddleston Fanfiction

A/N: Hello darlings, having been stressed out with my personal statement for university I had a dream that I was at university, I couldn’t have told you which university it was, although for this story I`m going to say its Southampton Solent where I really want to go. My friend was in her room crying because she had just seen her boyfriend kissing some girl. This was where the idea came from and I thought why not make it as though Tom was her boyfriend and the one that kissed the girl. It goes back from different time periods from their time at university in 2001 to the year 2013 when Thor 2 is released. This is what I came up with. Hope you enjoy <3


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4. Chapter 3:November 2013 <3

Chapter 3: November 2013

 

Sophie’s POV

 

Tom`s portrayal of Loki in Thor 2 was once again absolutely incredible, he played him with such passion, just like he did with all of his other characters.

 

After the film had finished I filed out of the cinema with all the other journalists. My friend Emily who worked for Total Film asked if I wanted to go for a drink. I politely declined saying I was meeting a friend for dinner.

 

“You’re meeting Tom, aren’t you? She asked.

“N...no” I stammered. I looked down trying to hide my face.

“Come on Soph, i`ve known you for a good few years and even though you haven’t told me about Tom, I know that you knew each other before, please, it was so obvious by the way he looked at you and the way you looked at him. Go have fun and I want a full report when I next see you.” she smiled. I smiled back hugging her.

“Thanks Em”.

 

I gradually made my way out of the cinema to find Tom waiting for me at the entrance. His face lit up when he saw me, a huge smile that reached his gorgeous blue eyes appearing on his face. I smiled back walking over to see him.

“Hello, darling” he said kissing both my cheeks and bringing me into his embrace. I hugged him back. “Tom-Tom” I whispered. I took in this moment, the feeling of his arms wrapped securely around my back and the smell of his Armani aftershave and smell of Tom I loved so much. How I’d missed him so.

“I’ve missed you, Sophie, darling”

“I’ve missed you too, Tom-Tom”

 

And it was true, I didn’t quite realise how much I’d missed him until I saw him again and was back in his arms. I often thought about him but for some strange reason didn’t think about texting or calling him. But then he hadn’t called or text me either. We were both so busy recently that we actually hadn’t had a chance to keep in contact. It had been non stop for both of us, well it was for me anyway, constantly having to transcribe interviews and watch films and write articles. It seemed Tom had been busy too by the amount of films he had starred in and how famous he had gotten since we left university.

 

We broke from the embrace Tom holding me at arms length. “You look beautiful, darling you haven’t changed one bit, maybe become more beautiful and successful but you haven’t changed as a person”. I smiled. “Neither have you, although you’ve maybe become a famous actor and more taller”. I laughed. He laughed too his ehehe that was so infectious.

“So how does dinner sound, my dear?”

“Perfect, I`m starving”. He offered me his arm. I took it without hesitation as we walked along the streets of London in search of a restaurant.

 

After a bit of roaming around we settled on an Italian restaurant in the heart of Covent Garden. A quite place with Italian music playing in the background. It was at times like this that I loved London and was so glad I moved here when I got the job at Empire.

 

The waitress recognised Tom when we walked in but didn’t say anything thinking he wanted his privacy. The waitress led us over to a table near the back of the restaurant so we weren’t to be disturbed.

 

Tom pulled out my chair for me allowing me to sit before walking round to the other side of the table and sitting down. The waitress passed us our menus and asked what we wanted to drink. Tom ordered a bottle of Moet champagne as he said we were celebrating. I smiled remembering seeing the pictures of him at the tennis finals a year ago with a glass of Moet and pudding in his hand. I laughed.

“What’s so funny, darling” he asked. I smiled.

“Oh…nothing I just remembered some pictures I saw of you a year ago with a glass of Moet and pudding in your hand” I said.

“Ah... So you’ve been keeping tabs on me have you?” he asked his big blue eyes boring into my green ones.

“Erm…well” I stuttered. “It’s a little hard not to when you’re now this big movie star” he laughed. “I`m just joking with you, darling” he smiled. I smiled back. The waitress came back over carrying a tray with a bottle of Moet and two champagne glasses on. She put them down and smiled before getting out her notepad and pen and taking our order of spaghetti bologonse for me and a cheese and tomato pizza for Tom before leaving us to it.

 

Tom picked up the bottle of Moet cracking it open, some of it spilling on the floor in the process. He laughed “Thomas” I scolded a smirk on my face. “Oopsies” he said laughing, throwing his head back and sticking his tongue out. He thought it was so funny that he almost spilled the whole bottle over the floor. I had to take it from him before he’d wasted god knows how much money on some champagne we hadn’t even drunk. I took it from him filling the glasses with the fizzy liquid. I put the bottle down and went to take a sip but Tom stopped me putting a hand on my wrist. “Wait, we need to make a toast.”

“Why, what is it were celebrating?” I asked.

“That were back in each others lives, is that ok darling? He asked”

“Ofcourse, Tom” I answered a big smile forming on my face.

“To being back in each others lives” he toasted.

“To being back in each others lives” I agreed clinking our glasses together and taking a sip. We both smiled knowing that it both meant a lot to one another to be back in one another’s company.

 

Conversation flowed over dinner as it always had. It was as though we hadn’t been away from each other and just picked up from where we left off more than twelve years ago.

 

Tom told me all about his acting career and RADA and how he started doing small television roles before landing his big break thanks to Kenneth Branagh in Wallander. He told me all about what it was like to work with all these amazing actors and directors including Woody Allen and Stephen Spielberg, how much he loved what he did and how much of a joy it was when he got the role of Prince Hal and Henry V in the TV series of The Hollow Crown. I knew how much that meant to him as it meant a lot to be me too, especially as it was one of my favourite Shakespeare plays and when he got the role in the university production of the play I rehearsed his lines with him. That was also the afternoon I gave myself to Tom completely, the afternoon I gave him my heart and became his. A single tear rolled down my face at the memory. Tom leaned across the table and wiped my tear away. He must have been remembering it too. I admitted to him that I had seen all of his work and how much he’d grown up since university. He’d grown up into the most handsome talented actor I had ever known. I was so proud of him.

 

Our dinner arrived while he was talking about his role in The Hollow Crown. We exchanged pleasantries about how nice both of our meals were and allowed the conversation to slow as we enjoyed our food. A comfortable silence. Even after all these years we could just sit and enjoy each others company without having to fill it with conversation.

 

We continued our conversation half through our meal with Tom asking about my job at Empire and my writing. I told him about the office jobs after leaving uni and how much I longed to be a journalist.

 

 I kept applying for magazine jobs and not getting them but I got a call from Empire a few years later saying that my name had been kept on record from when I done my two week work placement with them whilst at Southampton and that there was a job open if I wanted to apply.

 

 I applied expecting not to hear anything but got an interview and the job purely based on my degree. Now with a job at Empire it gave me the opportunity to fulfil my other dream of going to live in London. I packed up all of my left over belongings and moved from Dover to London as I’d moved back home once finishing uni as there were no jobs in Southampton. Dover was bad but I managed to secure myself an office job there.

 

 Even though the job at Empire was just a runner job I was still happy to be in a magazine office, even if it was just a job that involved getting people coffee and sorting the mail I still felt like I’d made it as I knew in this industry you had to get your foot in the door and work your way up. That’s exactly what I did.

 

I kept writing in my spare time and once id been there a few months I asked my editor to look at my writing. She did. She said it was good and to keep writing and that she would see if I could go to the next premiere that they were covering and shadow one of the journalists.

 

I got the opportunity to attend the premiere of Never Let Me Go in 2010 starring Keira Knightley, Carey Mulligan and Andrew Garfield. That was a big moment for me, I mean I’d been to loads of premieres in my spare time but this was completely different. This time I was behind the journalist pen rather than the fan pen. At every premiere I went to I would look across at the press pen at all the journalists getting ready to interview the actors that walked the carpet and thought how much I wanted to do that and now I could. Well almost, being behind the pen was a start even if I wasn’t allowed to interview as of yet.

 

I also got to watch the film and had the responsibility of writing a review about the film to be put up online. This became a regular occurrence and I soon worked my way up writing regular features and articles for the magazine and online, attending the film premieres and getting the opportunity to do my own interviews. I’d achieved my dream and running into Tom made it even better.

 

Tom listened intently the whole time I was talking about my work just like I had with his. We both generally found each others work fascinating.

 

We’d finished our food by the time I finished talking. “Sorry, I feel like Ive talked too much, you probably didn’t need to know every single detail.” Tom took my hand across the table. I forgot how nice his hands felt in mine. All these feelings came back. “Don’t apologise darling, it has been lovely to catch up with you and you’ve done so much and achieved your dream just like I knew you would. You always were so passionate about film and journalism and now you’ve achieved what you set out to do all those years ago. Im so proud of you Sophie, darling”. Tom brought my hand to his lips kissing my knuckles. I smiled. “Thankyou, Tom you have no idea how much that means, you always told me not to give up on it so I really have you to thank for not allowing me too. I`m proud of you too, Tom, you’ve worked so hard and with every performance you talent shines through even more than the last.” Tom grinned. “Bless you for saying that, darling, truly, that means so much”.

 

The waitress came back over and cleared our plates asking if we wanted desert. Tom`s face lit up, as it always did when pudding or desert was mentioned. We ordered a tiramisu to share. Not long after the waitress bought it over and we tucked in. I took a mouthful and Tom laughed his ehehe. “What is it, Tom? What’s so funny?” I asked him.

“Darling, are you saving that bit for later, you seem to have some on the side of your lip.” How embarrassing! I wiped it with my hand but Tom laughed again. “Guessing I didn’t get it?” he laughed.

“Here darling, allow me”. I smiled. Tom got up from his chair and walked round to where I was sitting. He kneeled down in front of me placing his left hand on my left cheek moving his thumb over to where the tiramisu was on my lip and wiping it off. I automatically closed my eyes and leaned into his touch forgetting where I was. How could something that simple be so sexy? Maybe because its Tom`s hand said my conscious. Tom coughed. I opened my eyes and saw him looking from my lips to my eyes. He done this for a few minutes. Does he want to kiss me? Do I make a move? Tom’s eyes slowly closed, as did mine. He leant in and placed a soft kiss on my lips. “Ive missed you Sophie, so much. I didn’t quite realise how much until I saw you this evening. I`m so sorry I left you to go to RADA.” He let his hand fall into his lap and looked up at me a sad expression on his face before looking down at the floor. Oh, Tom, my poor Tom, it was my fault as much as yours we just drifted apart, we were both so busy but both of our dreams have bought us back to each other.

 

“Tom, look at me” his eyes stayed glued to the floor. My hand went to the side of his face cupping it in my hand. “Tom, look at me” I repeated again. He finally looked at me. “You can’t be sorry for leaving me and fulfilling your dream and going to RADA. It wasn’t your fault that we didn’t keep in contact, it was neither of our faults, we just both drifted apart and both became so busy, well you did anyway but just think if we hadn’t drifted apart then our dreams and careers wouldn’t have bought us back to each other.”

“Yes, but we could have had so much longer together if I hadn’t have gone to RADA, we could have been married with children by now.

“But if we hadn’t have broken up and you gone to RADA then we wouldn’t have had time to grown as people and we would have argued because you would have been away a lot and it wouldn’t have worked because you was here and I was back in Dover so im glad we met again tonight.”

“I am too, darling but-“

“No, Tom, no buts, we need to live in the moment and in the future, not in the past and what could have been, ok?” he smiled. “Ok”

 

Tom gave me once last kiss on my lips before pulling away, walking back round to his side of the table, sitting down and continuing eating the tiramisu. It was just like old times, it was nice to be back in his presence. I had missed him terribly.

 

We finished our pudding and the waitress came over to collect our plates. I pulled out my purse ready to pay my half but Tom was having none of it, saying it was on him as he hadn’t seen me in so long. I tried to argue but he took my purse from me, saying he wasn’t going to give it back until we got out of the restaurant.

 

Tom put down the amount that needed to be paid along with a tip on the table for the waitress to collect who came back over a few minutes later to collect the money with a piece of paper and pen in her hand. “Im sorry to disturb you Mr Hiddleston but would I be able to have your autograph? I didn’t want to disturb you during the evening and I’d kick myself later if I didn’t atleast ask”. She smiled.

“Ofcourse, it would be my pleasure and bless you for not disturbing us, it really is much appreciated. Who am I signing it to?” Tom asked the girl.

“Louise” said the waitress.

 

Tom signed the napkin out to her before handing it back along with the money for the meal and tip. She smiled. “Thankyou so much Mr Hiddleston, have a lovely evening” “Thankyou, and you” replied Tom. She took the money and left.

“Ready to go, Soph?” he asked.

“Sure am” I smiled. Tom grabbed his suit jacket off the back of his chair and slipped it on. He then walked round to my side of the table offering me his arm and handing me back my purse. I took both allowing him to escort me out of the restaurant.

 

With it being mid November it was beginning to get cold and I didn’t think to bring a coat with me as we were only allowed minimum items behind the pen and I thought that I was going to get straight in a taxi after the film so didn’t think of bringing one with me. I was dressed in a black dress that ended just near my knee, black tights and black flats with a red cardigan over the top, my long brown hair tied up in a ponytail. We were required to wear black while on the carpet so we couldn’t stand out from any of the stars. The cold hit me as soon as we got outside. I shivered. Tom looked at me and automatically removed his jacket tucking it snugly around my shoulders. I smiled looking up at him. “Thankyou Tom-Tom”.

“You’re welcome, darling, wouldn’t want you catching a cold now would we?” he smiled taking my hand in his and walking along the streets of London.

“I`m so glad you was there tonight and that you got to interview me darling, I knew you could do it” I smiled.

“It was an honour to get to interview you, just like back at uni. Do you remember?” You’re not meant to be talking about the past, what happened to thinking in the present and about the future rather than the present?

Ofcourse I remember darling, I couldn’t forget any of my memories with you. You’ve gotten much better at interviewing though, not stumbling over your words as much” I smiled.

“Thankyou, you’ve gotten to be a better actor too, not saying you weren’t amazing back then, you were but now that you’ve grown up you’ve gotten so much better. It was nice to be able to interview you then and interview you now to know that you haven’t let the fame go to your head and that you’re still so down to earth. I forgot to ask you, how’s Diana and James and Emma and Sarah? You used to talk about them a lot back then and I realised that I haven’t seen them in ages either.”

“There well, Sarah now lives in India with her husband, we went over there for their wedding a few years ago, its beautiful. It’s lovely to see her happy. Emma is still acting, although she mainly does theatre than film and Mum and Dad are fine too, they both still live in London, dad at Westminster and mum here in Covent Garden, im sure they’d love to see you again. They often ask about you, you know” I smiled at that. I loved Tom’s parents and sisters. They were so lovely. He invited me round there a few times while we were at university.

 

By now we were walking near Trafalgar Square. Tom asked where abouts I was living now I lived in London.

“Southbank” I replied.

“Ah, you always did like Southbank, didn’t you?” I smiled at the fact that he remembered after all these years.

“I did, and still do”. I smiled. “It’s handy because it’s near the office too and where all the premieres are so if I don’t want to go out to the after party after I can just go home. Which I often do, im not one for partying”

“You never were” Tom commented.

“You weren’t either, really though, were you?” I replied. That was one of the many things we had in common.

“No, I never have been, I mean ive had to go to a few because it was the cast of one of the films I had made but I often prefer not too” Tom missed out on one of his cast parties to spend time with me.

“You missed out on the Thor 2 after party tonight and it was all because of me, now I feel bad.” I stopped walking. Tom stopped too looking down at me.

“Sophie, don’t feel bad, yes I was going to go but then I saw you and I wanted to spend some time with you, catch up with you, on your own and if we had went then I wouldn’t have seen you and been able to do this” he leaned down and brushed a strand of hair that fallen from my ponytail out of my eye before placing a soft kiss on my lips. Before I knew what I was doing my hands fell around his neck playing with the curls at the back of his neck deepening the kiss. He smiled kissing me back with as much passion as he could muster. I moaned into his mouth. One of his hands travelled down to my waist while the other rested on my cheek. We pulled away after a while catching our breath. I moaned at the loss of contact. He rested his forehead against mine.  “Ive missed you so much Sophie” he whispered. “Ive missed you too, Tom-Tom, so much. We both smiled. Tom gave me one last kiss before taking my hand and escorting me back home.

 

When we arrived at my door he asked when he could see me again. I said that I worked everyday from 9-5 but was free in the evenings and on weekends. We swapped numbers again as we had both changed phones and numbers since university and he gave me a long passionate kiss before turning round and walking back down the road.

 

I unlocked the door and went into the house going straight upstairs and putting my pyjamas on before going downstairs taking my phone out of my bag, going into the kitchen and making myself a cup of tea and going into the living room to cuddle up infront of the TV.

 

I checked my phone. A message from Tom:

 

Thankyou for a lovely evening Sophie darling. It was so lovely to see you after all this time. I look forward to seeing you again soon. Sweet Dreams. All my love. T xxx

 

I smiled rereading the message a few times before typing a quick reply how lovely it was to see him too and that he can text me whenever he likes to arrange to meet up again before switching off the TV and going upstairs to bed. I went to bed happier than I had in a long time.

 

 

Tom`s POV

 

All the hard work and time spent getting in and out of my Loki costume had once again paid off as the cinema full of journalists erupted in the sound of applause. This was one of the main reasons I did what I did. It was truly an amazing feeling to know that the audience enjoyed the film you had spent months working so hard on. It was moments like these I was truly grateful. The Lord in heaven bless thee indeed.

It meant even more to know that Sophie was one of those many journalists applauding me, her opinion always meant a lot to me, even after all of these years.

 

The cast and journalists all began to file out of the cinema. Alan Taylor, the director took us all to one side to congratulate us on our performances and to thank us for all of our hard work.

 

Once Alan had given us praise I walked out of the cinema into the foyer with Chris. “You going to the after party mate?” he asked me.

“Not tonight, mate, I`m meeting Sophie.” I couldn’t help the smile that appeared on my face when I thought of her.

“Ah, so you’re blowing me, your brother, off for some women you had some history with during university? Chris asked me. “You still haven’t told me the full story but I can tell she means something to you by the way you looked at her when you saw her behind the press pen. She must be special if you’re blowing me and you other cast mates off to spend the night with her” Chris replied in his Australian accent. Oh she is Chris, if only you knew her as I knew her.

Mate, you know I’d love to spend the evening partying with you and everyone but I want to spend time with Sophie, too, catch up with her.” I replied apologetically.

“Tom, brother I`m just playing with you. Go and have fun with your girl, you owe me a beer to discuss this girl of yours at some point though” I laughed. “Cheers brother” I replied patting him on the back and saying goodbye to the rest of the cast before heading to meet Sophie outside the entrance of the cinema.

 

Sophie came out of the cinema a few minutes later. My face lit up as soon as I saw her, a huge smile plastered on my face. She looked beautiful dressed in a simple black dress, a red cardigan over the top to contrast the black, paired with thin black tights and shoes, her hair tied back in a loose ponytail just like it always used to be. She smiled back walking over to me.

 

“Hello darling” I greeted her kissing both her cheeks bringing her into an embrace. She hugged me back. “Tom-Tom” she whispered. I smiled. I didn’t let anyone else call me that, only Sophie, I was her Tom-Tom. The way my name fell from her lips was beautiful. Pure poetry. She smelled heavenly, a hint of mint mixed in with her strawberry shampoo and Sophie smell.

“I’ve missed you, Sophie darling” I told her. I’d missed her so much; I couldn’t quite believe she was here, back in my arms after all these years.

“I’ve missed you too Tom-Tom” she replied. That alone was music to my ears, to know that she had missed me as much as I had missed her was enough.

 

I couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt forming in the pit of my stomach however. It was my fault that our relationship ended, if I hadn’t gone to RADA then we could have still been together, even thinking about a wedding. Oh to marry her and be a father to her children. How beautiful that would be. I pushed the thought out of my mind not wanting her to see me upset.

 

I broke from the embrace holding her at arms length. “You look beautiful, darling, you haven’t changed one bit. Maybe become more beautiful and successful but you haven’t changed as a person” she smiled before replying “Neither have you, although you’ve maybe become a famous actor and gotten taller. She laughed. Oh how I had missed her laugh, one of the most beautiful sounds in the world. I laughed with her. “So, how does dinner sound my dear?” I asked her offering her my arm.

“Perfect, I`m starving” she replied taking my arm without hesitation as we walked along the streets of London in search of a restaurant.

 

We finally settled on an Italian restaurant in the heart of Covent Garden, a quiet place with beautiful music playing in the background.

 

I had a feeling the waitress recognised me as we walked in as she smiled at me and led us over to a table near the back of the restaurant as though not to be disturbed. I’d had a few fan encounters in the past where my dinner got interrupted with people asking for photos and autographs when really all I wanted was to enjoy a nice meal, so it was nice that the waitress took that into consideration.

 

I pulled Sophie’s chair out for her, allowing her to sit before walking round to the other side of the table, sitting opposite her. The waitress passed us our menus and asked what we wanted to drink. Seeing as it was a special occasion I thought we’d celebrate with a bottle of Moet champagne. Sophie laughed at this. I couldn’t quite understand why. “What’s so funny darling?” I asked her. She smiled. “Oh, nothing. I just remembered some pictures I saw of you a year ago with a glass of Moet and pudding in your hand” she replied. I chuckled at the memory. That was a great evening, id been to watch the tennis final at the 02 and pictures had been taken of me with a bottle of Moet in my hand.

 

“Ah... So you’ve been keeping tabs on me have you?” I asked getting lost in her beautiful green eyes.

“Erm…well” she stuttered.” It’s a little hard not to when you’re now this big movie star” she commented. I laughed at the look on her face, so serious.

 “I`m just joking with you, darling” I smiled. She smiled back. The waitress came back over carrying a tray with a bottle of Moet and two champagne glasses on. She put them down and smiled before getting out her notepad and pen and taking our order of a cheese and tomato pizza for me and spaghetti bolognaise for Sophie before leaving us to it.

 

I picked up the bottle of Moet cracking it open, some of it spilling on the floor in the process. I laughed “Thomas” she scolded a smirk on her face. The way she pronounced my full name. I hadn’t heard her say it like that since the last time I made love to her all those years ago, her moans and whimpers filling the room. The way she begged me to stay with her and not go to RADA. Oh my darling girl. She had no idea the effect she still had on me. I had to make a joke about it and laugh in order to stop the thoughts that were forming in my head from all those years ago still as clear as they day they happened.

“Oopsies” I said laughing, throwing my head back and sticking my tongue out. It really wasn’t that funny but as soon as I started laughing I could stop causing myself to almost spill the whole bottle over the floor. Sophie took the bottle from me filling the glasses with the fizzy liquid. She put the bottle down and went to take a sip but I stopped her placing my hand on her wrist “Wait, we need to make a toast.”

“Why, what is it were celebrating?” she asked.

“That were back in each others lives, is that ok darling?” I asked her, I was so glad to be back in her presence and company even if it was just for the evening. Fate had bought us back together after all these years and I said a silent prayer to God to thank him for bringing this angel back in to my life.

“Ofcourse, Tom” she answered a big smile forming on her face.

“To being back in each others lives” I toasted.

“To being back in each others lives” she agreed clinking our glasses together and taking a sip. We both smiled knowing that it both meant a lot to one another to be back in one another’s company.

 

The conversation flowed over dinner, just as it always had when we were in each others presence all those years ago.

 

Sophie asked me all about RADA and the television shows I was in before getting my big break thanks to Kenneth Brannagh. I owed my career to Ken and he had become a dear friend since. I told her what it was like to work with all these incredible actors and directors who shared my passion, it was a true honour.

 

It was such a thrill to get the role of Prince Hal and Henry V in The Hollow Crown series, especially as Sophie had rehearsed lines with me when I got the role in the university production. She tensed up when I mentioned this, a single tea falling from her face. I leaned across the table wiping it away with my thumb wondering if she too was remembering the memory that haunted my dreams and mind whilst I was shot it. Henry V had always been my favourite Shakespeare play but it had meant so much more to me that day. That afternoon, that afternoon the first time me and Sophie made love for the first time, the afternoon she gave herself to me completely, for the first time. She had given me her heart that day and I had treasured it and kept it safe all these years.

 

In return I asked Sophie all about her writing and job at Empire. She told me about the amount of office jobs she had to bear before finally getting her dream job, telling me she moved back to Dover after finishing university as there were no jobs in Southampton. She got her job at Empire based purely on her degree and started as a runner working her way up until she got the chance to attend premieres and write reviews. I was so proud of her, listening intently to all she had to say. I only wished I could have been with her to celebrate her well deserved success.

 

We’d finished our food by the time Sophie finished talking. “Sorry” she said “I feel like Ive talked too much, you probably didn’t need to know every single detail.” She really had no idea how much I loved listening to her voice and how much she had accomplished after all our years apart. I was having none of her apologies. She was truly magnificent. I took her hand in mine across the table caressing her knuckles with my thumb. “Don’t apologise darling, it has been lovely to catch up with you and you’ve done so much and achieved your dream just like I knew you would. You always were so passionate about film and journalism and now you’ve achieved what you set out to do all those years ago. Im so proud of you Sophie, darling”. I brought her hand to my lips kissing her knuckles. She smiled. “Thankyou, Tom. You have no idea how much that means, you always told me not to give up on it so I really have to Thankyou for not allowing me too. I`m proud of you too, Tom, you’ve worked so hard and with every performance you talent shines through even more than the last.” I grinned. “Bless you for saying that, darling, truly, that means so much”.

 

The waitress came back over and cleared our plates asking if we wanted desert. Desert, pudding! I love pudding! My face lit up at the word. We ordered a tiramisu to share. Not long after the waitress bought it over and we tucked in. Sophie took a mouthful and I laughed. “What is it, Tom? What’s so funny?” she asked me

“Darling, are you saving that bit for later?” I asked her stifling a giggle. “You seem to have some on the side of your lip.” She wiped it with her hand but didn’t quite reach it. I laughed again. “Guessing I didn’t get it?”  I threw my head back sticking my tongue out. She was truly adorable.

“Here darling, allow me”. She smiled. I got up from my chair and walked round to where she was sitting. I kneeled down in front of me placing my left hand on her left cheek moving my thumb over to where the tiramisu was on her lip and wiped it off. She automatically closed her eyes and leaned into my touch. I coughed. She had no idea what she was doing to me. Sophie opened her eyes. I couldn’t help but look from her beautiful pouted lips to her beautiful green eyes. She looked so beautiful. Do I kiss her? I don’t want to force her in to anything. Before I knew it my heart had ruled my head and my eyes slowly closed, as did Sophie’s. I leant towards her and slowly placed a soft kiss on her lips. “Ive missed you Sophie, so much. I didn’t quite realise how much until I saw you this evening. I whispered. “I`m so sorry I left you to go to RADA.” I had to help her understand how sorry I was. I looked up at her with a sad expression on my face before looking down at the floor. I loved her so much and had never regretted anything more in my life than leaving her.

“Tom, look at me” she said. My eyes stayed glued to the floor I couldn’t face looking at her, my darling girl who I had hurt and abandoned all those years ago all to become an actor. Sophie’s hand went the side of my face cupping it in her hand.

 “Tom, look at me” she repeated again. I finally looked at me. “You can’t be sorry for leaving me and fulfilling your dream and going to RADA. It wasn’t your fault that we didn’t keep in contact, it was neither of our faults, we just both drifted apart and both became so busy, well you did anyway but just think if we hadn’t drifted apart then our dreams and careers wouldn’t have bought us back to each other.”

“Yes, but we could have had so much longer together if I hadn’t have gone to RADA, we could have been married with children by now. “

“But if we hadn’t have broken up and you gone to RADA then we wouldn’t have had time to grown as people and we would have argued because you would have been away a lot and it wouldn’t have worked because you was here and I was back in Dover so im glad we met again tonight.”

“I am too, darling but-“

“No, Tom, no buts, we need to live in the moment and in the future, not in the past and what could have been, ok?” he smiled. “Ok”

 

I gave her once last kiss on her lips before pulling away and walking back round to my side of the table where we continued to eat our tiramisu.  It was just like old times, it was nice to be back in her presence. I had missed her terribly.

 

Once we finished our tiramisu the waitress came over to collect our plates. Sophie took her purse out of her bag insisting she pay her half. I was having none of taking her purse from her hand asking her what kind of gentleman would I be if I let her pay for her meal when I hadn’t seen her in so long.

 

I put the amount of money owed on the table along with a tip for the waitress to collect. She came back a few minutes later to collect the money with a piece of paper in her hand and asked for an autograph. I smiled asking who I was signing it to. “Louise” she said. I signed the paper out to her thanking her for allowing us our privacy throughout the evening before escorting Sophie out of the restaurant.

 

It was cold when we got outside. Sophie shivered as she didn’t have a coat. I automatically offered her my blazer jacket placing it over her shoulders. She smiled thanking me.

“You’re welcome, darling, wouldn’t want you catching a cold now would we?” I smiled taking her hand in mine walking along the streets of London.

“I`m so glad you was there tonight and that you got to interview me darling, I knew you could do it” I told her. She smiled.

“It was an honour to get to interview you, just like back at uni. Do you remember?” Was she serious? Ofcourse I remembered, I could never forget any memories with her she stole my heart.

Ofcourse I remember darling, I couldn’t forget any of my memories with you. You’ve gotten much better at interviewing though, not stumbling over your words as much”

“Thankyou, you’ve gotten to be a better actor too, not saying you weren’t amazing back then, you were but now that you’ve grown up you’ve gotten so much better. It was nice to be able to interview you then and interview you now to know that you haven’t let the fame go to your head and that you’re still so down to earth.” I smiled I was glad I hadn’t let fame go to my head, that was one of the things I promised myself, if I ever became famous I wouldn’t forget where I came from or forget my manners.

 

We continued walking for a while just enjoying the January evening. It was just after ten and the stars twinkled in the sky. After a while Sophie asked how my family were saying that I used to talk about them a lot whilst we were at university and how she hadn’t seen them in ages. I told her that they were fine, both mum and dad still lived in London, dad in Westminster and mum here in Convent Garden that Sarah was now living in India with her husband and that we all went over there for her wedding a few years ago. Emma is still acting, although she mainly does theatre than film.

 

Mum often asked after Sophie wanting to know how she was letting she’d seen and read a few of her reviews and articles in Empire and how much of a lovely girl she was. I remember taking her to meet mum, dad and Emma the summer before I went to RADA. Sophie and Emma immediately became friends. I made a mental note to take her to see mum and Emma again if we continued seeing each other letting Sophie know that they often asked after her and would love to see her again.

I casually bought up the subject of what part of London she was living in whilst walking through Tralfalger Square. I had a feeling I knew the answer if I knew her as well as I did back then.

 “Southbank” she replied. I was right. She always used to go on about how much she loved Southbank when we came down to London. I could see why she loved it so much, the view looking over the bridge, the merry-go-round and street entertainers.

“Ah, you always did like Southbank, didn’t you?” she smiled.

“I did, and still do”. She replied. “It’s handy because it’s near the office and where all the premieres are so if I don’t want to go out to the after party after I can just go home. Which I often do, I`m not one for partying”

“You never were” I commented.

“You weren’t either, really though, were you?” she replied. She was right, I never had been, I used to enjoy a few drinks with friends but that was about it.

“No, I never have been, I mean ive had to go to a few because it was the cast of one of the films I had made but I often prefer not too”

“You missed out on the Thor 2 after party tonight and it was all because of me, now I feel bad.” She said suddenly and stopped walking. I stopped too looking down at her.

“Sophie, don’t feel bad, yes I was going to go but then I saw you and I wanted to spend some time with you, catch up with you, on your own and if we had went then I wouldn’t have seen you and been able to do this” I leaned down and brushed a strand of hair that fallen from my ponytail out of her eye before placing a soft kiss on her lips. Her hands automatically fell around my neck playing with the curls at the back of my neck deepening the kiss. I smiled into the kiss, kissing her back with as much passion as i could muster. She had to know how much I had missed her and how much she meant to me. She moaned into my mouth. One of my hands travelled down to her waist while the other rested on her cheek. We pulled away after a while catching our breath. She moaned at the loss of contact resting her forehead against mine.  “Ive missed you so much Sophie” I whispered.

“Ive missed you too, Tom-Tom, so much. We both smiled. I gave me one last kiss before taking her hand and escorting her back home.

 

We arrived at her house far too soon for my liking. I didn’t want to leave her but I didn’t want to push her to invite me in either, I didn’t want to rush her just incase it wasn’t what she wanted, just incase she only saw me as a friend. Instead I asked when I could see her again. She said that she worked all week but was free on the evenings, I said I would text her to arrange something before reswapping numbers and giving her a long passionate kiss and embrace before turning round and walking back down the road.

 

I text her as soon as I walked out of her house and down the road letting her now how nice it was to see her and that I couldn’t wait to see her again. Memories of Sophie haunted my dreams that night, our first time making love, her interviewing me after Romeo and Juliet, the way she cried in my arms when I told her I got my letter from RADA, seeing her tonight, kissing her and being hers. Some good dreams, some bad but either way I was glad she was back in my life. I was never going to let her go again.

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