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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5. Chapter 4:December 2001 <3

Chapter 4: December 2001

 

 

Sophie’s POV

 

After an amazing but stressful first term at Southampton it was nice to be able to go home and relax. I’d been home quite a lot since being there but something about going home for Christmas was different. My life at uni and my life at home were like two different worlds, when I was at uni it was as though I hadn’t ever lived at home but when I was at home it was as though I had never left.

 

Over the couple of weeks break I caught up with mum and dad telling them all about uni aswell as Lucy, Sophie and Megan over Nandos to fill them in and have a catch up about all of our different courses.

 

I told them about Charlotte and Emma and my course and they told me about there’s. It was as though nothing had changed. Sooner or later the topic of boys came up.

 

Lucy told us about her boyfriend Ben who she met on her course and had been dating since October. She said it was nice to just be herself around him and nice that he wasn’t forcing her into anything she didn’t want to do. They enjoyed watching films together and enjoying each others company.

 

Megan was the type to get completely drunk out of her head and kiss random strangers including an incident where she almost lost her virginity but stopped herself when she realised what she was doing.

 

Sophie was concentrating mainly on her course as she said it was really intense and that she didn’t have time to have a boyfriend but if someone came along that she liked then she would reconsider.

 

They then asked me about mine. I told them briefly about Tom even though nothing had actually happened between us and as much I still didn’t like him there was something in me that told me I did I just didn’t want to admit it. I told them how he and Charlotte used to date and that he got drunk and kissed another girl at a Halloween party in our flat and how Charlotte had turned to me. I also told them about having to review and interview Tom after his performance of Romeo and Juliet. No matter how I much I didn’t like him I told them how amazing his performance of Romeo was and how I fell in love with his portrayal of him, even more than Leonardo Dicaprio and that I wished he wasn’t such a jerk in real life. I was trying tell that to myself more than anyone else.

 

Christmas was the usual affair, as though I hadn’t even been to uni in the first place.  A normal day spent with mum and dad at home, eating as much food as possible with my new Olly Murs CD on repeat waiting for the Downton Abbey Christmas Special.

 

A few days later me and mum went and visited my Nan, having a second Christmas with her and my cousins. I couldn’t help but wonder what Charlotte, Emma and Tom were up to hoping they were enjoying themselves as much as I was. It was nice not having to worry about anything but I had to admit I did miss my room and flatmates at uni and couldn’t wait to get back there.

 

 

December 2001: New Years Eve

 

It was nice to get back to uni after the Christmas break. As much as I liked being at home I liked being back, having my own independence again and seeing my flatmates who were kind of like my second family in a way. Even though I had only known them a couple of months it felt like id known them forever. It was nice, I was glad me and my flatmates got along unlike Sophie and her flatmates at Bournemouth.

 

Like on any occasion whether it be Halloween, someone’s birthday or New Year we took this an opportunity to invite friends round from different flats and throw one big party or have a few drinks before hitting the town. Tonight was no exception. We were going to bring in the New Year with style having a few drinks at our flat then a group of us were going to hit one of the clubs in Southampton.

 

I’d bought a new dress for the occasion; I seemed to own so many dresses yet still took liberty in buying a new dress whenever I could get away with it. Dresses seemed to be my weakness, along with handbags. I had more handbags than one could imagine.  

 

Me and Charlotte had gone shopping to pick out outfits together. That was one of the things I loved about Charlotte, we had the same taste in clothes as we did in films and music and often spent the time we weren’t in lecturers, seminars or doing work sat in each others rooms watching films or listening to music.

 

A few days after we got back to university we went shopping to find the perfect outfits for the New Years festivities. I decided on a simple black dress as you couldn’t go wrong with it, being able to jazz it up or down, plus id left my black dress at home thinking I wouldn’t need it. I bought a silver sparkly bolorow and silver heeled shoes to go with it. I thought id brave wearing heels for the evening as the dress didn’t look right with flats. I paired it with a silver clutch so that I could fit my phone, purse, camera and lip-gloss in it.

 

Charlotte decided on a straight red dress to match her long blonde hair, some red heels and black handbag. She looked absolutely gorgeous as always.

 

Everyone began to arrive at around seven giving people a chance to have a few drinks before hitting the town around nine.

 

We hadn’t gotten a chance to see much of Tom as he had recently been busy with his work, practising a monologue from Shakespeare’s Othello and he had also been out of university shooting TV roles in The Adventures of Nicholas Nickelby, Conspiracy and Armadillo and practising a monologue from Shakespeares, Othello for a drama exam he had in the New Year. It would be nice to see him tonight to hear all about it and bring in the New Year together.

 

He came into the kitchen dressed in a white striped button down shirt, dark jeans and slacks, his curly blonde hair all of the place, as always. He reminded me of my first crush at secondary school, Ethan. He was lovely. I liked him for the whole five years I was there but he said he couldn’t go out with me because he was a Jehovas Witness and they apparently weren’t allowed to date girls that weren’t. That hurt. We remained friends though which was nice, I valued his friendship more anyway.

 

Tom walked over to get a Guiness from the table of alcohol we had set out before coming over to where me and Charlotte and a couple of other people were talking. He placed a hand on the small of my back and joined in the conversation. Why was his hand on my back? Surely he was just being friendly wasn’t he?

 

The conversation and drinks continued to flow and just before nine we set off into town to Oceania where we would bring in the New Year. It was busy but that was to be expected. The dance floor was packed with people dancing to the music blaring from the speakers.

 

We all made our way over to the bar ordering shots of tequila and the different drinks everyone wanted. I stuck to my normal disarano and coke. I planned on getting tipsy but not drunk as I didn’t like waking up with a hangover or being sick.

 

The night continued with a lot of dancing and drinking. I danced the night away with a few boys, loosing myself in the music, grinding against them an andreline rush from both the alcohol and beat of the music. It was great to be out enjoying myself and not have to worry about my studies.

 

I liked the attention. Boys used to be all over Charlotte as she was the prettier one but for once I was getting a bit of attention too.

 

 Tom wasn’t much of a dancer but had a couple of dances with us before spending the rest of the evening by the bar watching and taking in the couples and groups of friends on the dance floor.

 

We still didn’t see eye to eye but I guess you could say we were friends. We put our differences aside after I went and reviewed Romeo and Juliet as I didn’t want to cause any arguments. I found he kept looking at me throughout the evening, his body language had changed completely since we had arrived at the club, he looked tense and seemed to be staring daggers at the boy grinding against me. Was he jealous? Ofcourse he wasn’t, he didn’t like me like that, did he? I didn’t like him like that either. Atleast I didn’t think I did. Even if you did you can’t do anything about it because of the sisterhood rule. Would Charlotte really care? She hadn’t dated Tom for atleast six months. No, Sophie, she’s you’re friend. You don’t date you’re friends ex boyfriends no matter how lovely they are.

 

Why does he keep staring at me like that? What is his problem? I turned away from him and continued dancing with the boy, Joe I’d been dancing with all evening. He was quite handsome with brown eyes and dark black hair, quite like Orlando Bloom.

 

I kept looking over to see if I could see Tom. He was still there, at the bar drinking his Guinness. As the night drew on and the music got louder, myself and Joe got closer. When I looked around again at Tom, he was gone. He must have gone to the bathroom or something. Why do you even care? My hands ended up around Joe`s neck and his hands were inching towards my bum, it felt odd but I guess that was because Id never been felt up before. I thought nothing of it and was just trying to enjoy myself.

 

I didn’t see Tom come back. The next thing I remember Joe was inching towards me about to kiss me. We were inches apart. I was about to go through with it when Tom stepped in and threw a punch at Joe. Joe fell to the floor. What the hell was he doing? I was so annoyed at him. I wasn’t one for violkence and to hit boys but he just ruined my first kiss. I slapped Tom right across the face. He had annoyed me so much.

“TOM! What the hell are you doing?” I screamed above the music.

“I…I couldn’t let you kiss him” he stuttered.

“Why not? It’s not like it’s any of your business who I kiss anyway. Is it? Why did you do that?” he was about to answer when Joe got up and punched Tom right in the nose. Part of me wanted to help him up but the other half was so annoyed at him that I didn’t care what happened to him. Instead Joe took me by the hand and escorted me to the other side of the dance floor.

 

At around half eleven I decided to take my leave as the Disarno was starting to go to my head and I was fuming at Tom. There was a lot ofs “You can’t leave now; you need to stay till after midnight and bring in the New Year”.

 

I was usually one to stay out to the early hours of the morning but in truth on New Year I preferred to bring the New Year in watching the fireworks on the TV and Tom had really pissed me off. Why did he do that?

 

I arrived back at my flat just before 11:55 and switched my TV on just in time for the fireworks to start. They were beautiful, all different colours with the perfect soundtrack over the top. Then the countdown started. I joined in even though I was on my own.

 

When it got to 2 there was a knock on my door. Wondering who could possibly be knocking on my door at this time of night. I had a feeling I knew who it was. I got up from the bed and went over to answer it just as the clock struck midnight. I opened the door to find Tom standing in the doorway, a graze on his nose.

“Happy New Year Soph” he said before leaning in and planting the softest of kisses on my lips. It took me a while to function that he was kissing me. We hadn’t gotten on at the beginning of the term and I mean yeah we put our differences aside and became friends but I didn’t realise he liked me like this. I pulled away holding him at arms length. I didn’t understand.

 

 “Happy New Year, Tom” I said before he closed the gap between us and leaned in for another kiss. In the back of my mind I needed to know why he was here and why his feelings had all of a sudden changed yet but my heart was ruling my head. I kissed him back with as much passion as I could muster. What are you doing? My consciousness screamed, you don’t like him! He’s Charlottes ex. Stop it! But I couldn’t and I didn’t want to. He licked along my bottom lip begging for entrance. I obliged our tongues invading each others mouths, Tom pushing me back into my bedroom just as the others began to come back from the club. He kicked the door shut and pushed me against the wall his hand stroking my face. We pulled away after a few minutes to catch our breath.

 

“I…I`m sorry” he stuttered. I looked at him. His eyes were filled with lust.

“N…No, it’s…its fine. I…you…you just caught me of guard. I didn’t think you liked me like that”

“Sophie, how could I not? I’ve liked you since I first saw you.”

“I...i don’t understand. You were dating Charlotte and then you cheated on her with another girl and I was left to pick up the pieces and now you come in here on New Years Eve and kiss me. And what was that all about in the club? You punched some guy that was going to kiss me. For all you know I could have wanted him to kiss me.” You didn’t. “I don’t understand” I walked away from him walking over and sitting on the bed cross legged, my hands in my lap.

 

Tom came over and sat next to me on the bed. We were both silent for a moment and watched the view of London on the television. Tom suddenly took one of my hands from my lap intertwining it with his before looking at our hands and back at the television before speaking.

“I cheated on Charlotte because I wanted to be with you, I’ve always wanted to be with you since the first moment I saw you. I knew that I couldn’t do anything about my feelings for you when I was with her because you were both friends so I cheated on her to make myself believe that I didn’t have feelings for you and I acted like I didn’t like you to make it easier but in theory it made it harder and when you had to interview me after Romeo and Juliet and we went to dinner afterwards I realised that I couldn’t hide my feelings for you anymore and when you were dancing with those boys tonight I was jealous and I couldn’t take it anymore I just had to know how you felt and by the way you kissed me back I assume that you like me too?” I didn’t know what to say, I mean yes, I liked him too but what would we do about Charlotte if we gave it a shot would we tell her straight out? It was as though Tom read my mind because he smiled and said “I think we should just see how it goes before we tell anyone, keep it to ourselves for now and see how it goes and then if we work out then we tell her, how does that sound?”

“That sounds…good” I replied a smile appearing on my face.

“Good” said Tom leaning across to kiss me. I kissed him back. When we broke away to catch our breath I said “I want to take this slow, ive never really had a boyfriend and don’t know what im doing”

“You have nothing to worry about we’ll go as slow as you like I really want this to work between us Sophie and I promise I will never do anything to hurt you.” I smiled.

“Thankyou, Tom”.

“You’re welcome, darling” he said kissing the top of my forehead. We spent the rest of the evening snuggled in each others embrace on the bed his arm around my waist and my hand upon his chest bringing in the New Year in each others arms watching the aftermath of the fireworks.

“Happy New Year Sophie, darling”

“Happy New Year Tom” I smiled snuggling closer into his embrace. Before I knew it we were both asleep happy and content in each others arms.

 

 

 

 

Tom`s POV

 

It was nice going home for Christmas; it felt like I had been away for ages when really it had only been three months. This was something I was going to have to get used to in the near future if I wanted to become and actor what with all the travelling and being away from home.

 

The whole family came down to Mums house in Covent Garden. Christmas was also the only time we got to see Sarah as she moved to India when she met her husband and got married last year. We all went over there for the wedding and spent five glorious days in the brightly coloured beautiful city of Chennai.

 

They now had a little girl, Sophie, my niece, so it was lovely to finally get to meet her and spend time with the family eating delicious food and exchanging stories of what we had all been up to.

 

I got asked quite a lot about my first term at Southampton. I told them that I was enjoying it and about my performance in Romeo and Juliet aswell as the small TV roles I had recently finished shooting, The Adventures of Nichollas Nickelby, Conspiracy and Armadillo. They may have only been small roles but I knew that that was what I was born to do.

 

After Christmas I caught up with a few of my old friends from Eton, having a few pints and a bit of banter before going back to Southampton to welcome in 2002 with my flatmates. With Sophie. I was hoping 2002 would be a good year, as good as 2001, if not better.

 

I went back to university a few days earlier than planned to practise a monologue of Shakespeare’s Othello for a drama exam I had in the New Year. I was quite looking forward to it; I always did when it came to Shakespeare.

 

New Year was spent how it usually was in the Kimber flat when a native holiday was upon us, a few drinks in the flat before hitting the town to bring in the New Year.

 

I’d been so busy recently that I was glad I could have a night off away from working, don’t get me wrong I was enjoying my course but a much deserved night off was due. I had a quick shower before getting dressed into a white stripped shirt, jeans and slacks and headed into the kitchen to join in the festivities.

 

I walked into the kitchen to find quite a few people crowded in little groups talking to each other. In a group in the middle of the kitchen were Charlotte and Emma and a few other people. I then saw her. Sophie. She looked absolutely gorgeous dressed in a simple black dress, her long brown hair cascading down her shoulders. I smiled when I saw her going to grab a Guiness from the table of alcohol that had been set out and making my way over to where my flatmates were standing, placing a hand on the small of Sophie’s back and joining in the conversation. The way my hand fit to the small of her back was like a missing puzzle piece.

 

We hit Oceania around nine downing tequila and yaga and having a great time in making the most of the rest of 2001 before the year 2002 dawned and we were back to hard work rather than partying. I wasn’t much for dancing but danced a few dances with Sophie and Charlotte all the same before spending the rest of the evening at the bar watching everyone else having a good time.

 

Sophie was especially having a good time by the way she had a few boys dancing with her and one grinding up against her to the beat of the music. My hands turned into fists at my sides. I wasn’t jealous. I wasn’t. You are. I just hated the fact that they were taking advantage. Tom, shut up, they’re not taking advantage of her they’re just dancing with her. If you want to be close to her why are you not up there dancing yourself?

 

I downed the rest of my Guinness and went to find the facilities; I couldn’t just stand and watch some idiots dancing up against Sophie like that.

 

Once I’d finished my business I went and found my way back to the dance floor. Sophie was even closer to the boy now her hands around his neck whilst his hands were making there way from her hips to her bum. I couldn’t watch this. I went back to the bar and ordered another Guinness. If I had to watch Sophie dancing with some other boys then I was certainly going to have a few pints whilst having to bare this torture. I could just have gone back to the flat but I somehow felt like I had to stay incase things got out of hand.

 

Just as I said that they boy she had been dancing with leaned into kiss her. She was going to kiss him back. They were so close together, only inches apart. I can’t let this happen. I wasn’t usually one for violence but I couldn’t watch her be kissed by another guy, I just couldn’t.

As they inched nearer to each other I stepped in and punched they boy she had been dancing with in the nose. I wasn’t expecting what came next. Sophie slapped my right around the face and went ballistic. I guess I couldn’t blame her but I just couldn’t watch her kiss someone else.

“TOM! What the hell are you doing?” she screamed above the music.

“I…I couldn’t let you kiss him” I stuttered.

“Why not? It’s not like it’s any of your business who I kiss anyway. Is it? Why did you do that?” I was about to reply and tell her how I felt when the boy she had been dancing with, Joe I think was his name, took his revenge and punched me back. I fell to the floor back first. The floor was sticky, a mixture of all different types of alcohol.

 

Joe had disappeared and Sophie went with him. She obviously didn’t care enough to help you up. Great one, Tom. You’re a right tit. As always. When I finally got up from the floor I made my way to the bathroom to clean up my nose. It wasn’t too bad just a cut but my god could that guy throw a punch.

 

By the time I had cleaned myself up and went back to the bar, the countdown had already begun. 10…9…8... I tried to look for Sophie but she was nowhere to be found. I saw Joe, now snogging the face off some other girl but no Sophie. I had to find her. I had to apologise. She has to know how I feel about her. I couldn’t bring in the New Year without her.

 

I made my way out of the club running back the flat as fast as I could. I had to find her. If I made it in time I could knock on her door before midnight and we could bring in the New Year together.

 

I knocked on Sophie’s door a few minutes to midnight. I could hear the sound of the TV and fireworks and music coming from it. She must have the countdown on.

 

She came to the door a few minutes later. She didn’t look too happy to see me. Mind you I guess I wasn’t surprised especially after what happened in the club. “Happy New Year Soph” I said. I then done the one thing I had wanted to do since I first met her. Leaned in and planted the softest of kisses on her lips. Her lips were perfect, just the right size and fit perfectly with mine. She didn’t kiss me back. Instead she pulled away holding me at arms length.

 

“Happy New Year, Tom” she said. I smiled closing the gap between us and leaned in for another kiss. She hesitated for a moment before she finally kissed me back.

 

I licked along her bottom lip begging for entrance. She obliged our tongues invading each others mouths. I pushed her back into her bedroom just as the others began to come back from the club. I kicked the door shut with my foot and pushed her against the wall my hand stroking my face. We pulled away after a few minutes to catch our breath.

“I…I’m sorry” I stuttered. She looked right into my eyes that were now filled with lust before replying.

“N…No, it’s…its fine. I…you…you just caught me of guard. I didn’t think you liked me like that”

“Sophie, how could I not? I’ve liked you since I first saw you.”

“I...I don’t understand. You were dating Charlotte and then you cheated on her with another girl and I was left to pick up the pieces and now you come in here on New Years Eve and kiss me. And what was that all about in the club? You punched some guy that was going to kiss me. For all you know I could have wanted him to kiss me.” I don’t understand” She walked away from me walking over and sitting cross legged on the bed, her hands in her lap.

 

I had to explain to her and tell her how I felt. How I had liked her since the first time I laid eyes on her.

 

I came over and sat next to her on the bed. We were both silent for a moment and watched the view of London on the television. I suddenly had the urge to hold her hand and took one of her hands from her lap intertwining it with mine. I loved her hands, so small and delicate. Just like her. I took a deep breath before speaking.

 

“I cheated on Charlotte because I wanted to be with you, i`ve always wanted to be with you, since the first moment I saw you. I knew that I couldn’t do anything about my feelings for you when I was with her because you were both friends so I cheated on her to make myself believe that I didn’t have feelings for you and I acted like I didn’t like you to make it easier but in theory it made it harder and when you had to interview me after Romeo and Juliet and we went to dinner afterwards I realised that I couldn’t hide my feelings for you anymore and when you were dancing with those boys tonight I was jealous and I couldn’t take it anymore I just had to know how you felt and by the way you kissed me back I assume that you like me too?” I could tell that all these questions were going through her head by the way she had a look between confusion and concentration on her beautiful face. I smiled before answering her secret question.  “I think we should just see how it goes before we tell anyone, keep it to ourselves for now and see how it goes and then if we work out then we tell her, how does that sound?”

“That sounds…good” she replied a smile appearing on her face. I loved her smile. I loved it even more when I know I had caused her to smile like that.

“Good” I Tom leaning across to kiss her. She kissed him back. When we broke away to catch our breath she said “I want to take this slow, ive never really had a boyfriend and don’t know what im doing”

“You have nothing to worry about we’ll go as slow as you like I really want this to work between us Sophie and I promise I will never do anything to hurt you.” She smiled.

“Thank you, Tom”.

“You’re welcome, darling” I said kissing the top of her forehead. We spent the rest of the evening snuggled in each others embrace on the bed. My arm around her waist, her hand on my chest bringing in the New Year in each others arms watching the aftermath of the fireworks.

“Happy New Year Sophie, darling”

“Happy New Year Tom” she smiled snuggling closer into my embrace. Before I knew it we were both asleep happy and content in each others arms.

 

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