The Elephant and The Boat-A Tom Hiddleston Fanfiction


Jenni and Tom have been friends since childhood. They spent every waking moment together from the ages of seven to thirteen. When Tom moves to Oxford to attend Eton College everything changes. Ten years later they meet again, will they remain friends or will their relationship turn into something more?

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The Elephant and The Boat-A Tom Hiddleston Fanfiction

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jenni and Tom have been friends since childhood. They spent every waking moment together from the ages of seven to thirteen. When Tom moves to Oxford to attend Eton College everything changes. Ten years later they meet again, will they remain friends or will their relationship turn into something more?

 

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A/N: The idea for this Fanfiction developed from a Twitter conversation I had with my `stalker` Jenni Otto from a dream she had involving Tom, a boat and an elephant. I decided to create a Fanfiction on it for her. Hope I do this justice, Jen. Lots of love dear <3

 

The Elephant and The Boat-Chapter 1:

 

“There will always be that one person you’ll never get over no matter how long it’s been”

 

Tom had never forgotten Jenni, just like he promised her he wouldn’t ten years ago. They had grown up together from the age of seven to thirteen.

 

Tom could still remember rescuing her from the school bullies who tugged at her pigtails, pushed her to the floor and called her names, when she was just seven years old. He was a few years older than her with baby blue eyes and curly blonde hair all over the place.

 

He didn’t understand why people bullied other people for no apparent reason. He promised himself that he would be kind to everyone he met no matter how they treated him.

 

He held his hand out to her. She took it and he helped her up, brushing down her clothes and stroking her long brunette hair. It was so soft.

“Thankyou” she told him shyly.

“You’re welcome” he replied.

“What’s your name?” he asked her

“Jennifer Otto. Jenni. Jenni Otto. Jen. And yours?”

“Tom. Thomas William Hiddleston. Tom Hiddleston.”

“Tom” she experimented saying his name. “Thomas” “Tommy”.

“Do you mind if I call you Thomas?” she asked. He laughed at her asking permission. No one ever called him Thomas, only his mother when he was being naughty.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing. It’s just no one ever calls me Thomas unless I’m naughty.” She giggled.

“How about I call you Tommy instead then? May I?” He thought about it for a while. No one ever called him Tommy. He liked it. He was her Tommy.

“Only if you let me call you Jen” he replied.

“Deal” she told him holding out her hand. He shook it. They stood like this for a while looking at each other. She spoke first breaking their trance.

“Tommy, do you want to play with me before we have to go back to class?  She asked. Tom showed her his pearly whites and nodded. She ran from him. “Catch me” she said to him.

 

He went to run after her but stopped in his tracks for a moment  saying her name. Jennifer Otto.  Jenni Otto. Jen His new friend, Jen, Jenni Otto. He loved the way her name sounded on his tongue. He knew from that moment that they were going to be great friends.

 

They found out a few days later that they lived on the same street, just down the road from each other. Tom and Jenni`s mums, Dianna and Helen soon became great friends going round the others houses for coffee, allowing both Jenni and Tom to spend a lot of time together. They spent every waking moment together. At school, after school and going out on weekends with the others family, swimming, to the cinema and to the park and zoo.

 

The picture of the two of them that had been taken at the zoo just before he left to move to Oxford to attend Eton College was stood on his bedside table. Her young, beautiful eleven year old face, framed by her long brunette locks and the most big blue eyes that could see into his soul was the last thing he saw at night and the first thing he saw in the morning.

 

“You’ll always be on my mind, appear in my dreams and stay in my heart”. There was never a moment he didn’t think of her. She was his best friend, just like he was hers, well atleast he hoped he still was. They hadn’t spoken in eight years. He saw her tonight but she left before he could speak to her.

 

He kept replaying the evening over and over in his head

 

Tom had recently started his acting career having graduated from The Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts a few years ago. He was just starting to get his big break having just finished filming his first independent film `Unrelated` with his sister, Emma directed by Joanna Hogg, in which he played rebellious teenager Oakley.

 

He had always wanted to be an actor, ever since going to Eton. During his first year he was going through a tough time with his parents going through a divorce so he threw himself into acting. It was something he enjoyed, an escapism for him.

 

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He was at the after party for the film at a posh hotel in London when he saw her. She had always wanted to be a singer, just like he had always wanted to be an actor. They always used to put on shows for both their parents growing up, her singing and him doing impressions and Shakespeare monologues.

 

The singer on stage looked exactly like Jenni, but older. Dressed in a leopard print dress her gorgeous brunette hair cascading down to her shoulders and her blue eyes shining against the light. It had to be her, didn’t it? Could it be her? She did always want to be a singer. The only way he was going to find out was when he heard her speak and sing.

 

The room went quite as the familiar cords of Andy William’s Moon River came over the speakers. Their song.

 

“This is one of my all time favourite songs and it means a lot to me and reminds me of a very special person who changed my life completely. You know who you are so Thankyou” Tom couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his face. Jen. His Jen was stood a few inches away from him, after all these years. She looked more beautiful than she did when she was just eleven years old if that was possible, of course it was. She`d grown up, just like he had.

 

Jenni`s mum had grown up watching Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany’s and both the film and song had become a favourite of Jenni`s since she was little, Tom’s too by the amount of times Jenni made him watch it with her.

 

Moon River, wider than a mile
I'm crossing you in style some day
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker
Wherever you're goin', I'm goin' your way

 

As soon as those familiar cords and her beautiful voice filled the room he knew it was her. No one sung it like she did. Her voice was so beautiful, so powerful. She was beautiful. In that moment he knew that he had to see her afterwards. Catch up with her on all that wasted and lost time.

 

Two drifters, off to see the world
There's such a lot of world to see
We're after the same rainbow's end, waitin' 'round the bend
My huckleberry friend, moon river, and me
 

Tears began to form in her eyes as she took her first glance at Tom in eight years. His eyes still sparked that beautiful blue that she loved, his hair, still the curly blonde locks, how she missed running her hands through them. His hair was her favourite part of him, apart from his personality, ofcourse.

 

She continued looking no where else but at him. All those times they had sat and watched Breakfast at Tiffany’s together. The amount of times she watched it alone once he left. It wasn’t the same. Whenever they used to watch it together she used to long for the happy ever after Holly and Paul `Fred` had and used to imagine her prince charming coming to find her once she lost her cat in New York. She didn’t watch it for years after he left. She couldn’t bring herself to. He was her Fred.

 

(Moon River, wider than a mile)
(I'm crossin' you in style some day)
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker
Wherever you're goin', I'm goin' your way

Two drifters, off to see the world
There's such a lot of world to see
We're after that same rainbow's end, waitin' 'round the bend
My huckleberry friend, moon river, and me

 

One night when she first started university and needed comfort she cuddled up to Ellie, the cuddly elephant he gave her and watched it, laughing at Mr Yonoshi, smiling at the scene when Holly and Fred spent the day wondering around New York and crying at the scene where she told him she was leaving, just like she had when Tom told her she was leaving. She would never find her happy ending. There was no such thing.

 

She finished the song and wiped away her tears wanting to make a run for it before he saw her. She didn’t want him to see her cry over how much she had missed him. Jenni put the mic back in the stand, thanked the audience for listening to her sing before walking down the stairs and out of the building and grabbing a taxi back to her halls of residence.

 

He tried to see her after her performance but he was too late. She made a dash for it as soon as she could. That song meant a lot to her, as much as it did to him and she knew it. It’s funny how a song can mean so much and bring back so many memories.

 

Jenni didn’t realise he was going to be there when she got the job or even what the event was until she arrived. He? He wasn’t a he. He was Tommy. Her Tommy. Her best friend. Well, he was hers, whether she was still his, she didn’t know.

Once back at her halls of residence, Jenni slipped off her shoes and leopard print dress and changed into her stripy pj  bottoms and sun top before putting Breakfast at Tiffany’s in the DVD player,cuddling up to Ellie the elephant and crying herself to sleep.

                                                                                                                          

Tom left about an hour later making his excuses. He really wasn’t in the mood to spend time with his cast mates. He wanted to be back with his best friend but she didn’t know where she was or where she lived or anything about her. A lot could have changed since she was eleven. He was now twenty three which meant she had just turned twenty one. A lot can happen in ten years. He needed to get to know her again, find her.

 

He went back to his empty flat in London, changed into a t shirt and some sweats, put Moon River on repeat on his record player and flicked through the many photos he had taken with and of her ten years ago.

 

A picture of them a few days after they met in his back garden, at swimming, in the park. Their last day of school with their shirts signed by fellow class mates, a picture of her feeding an elephant a banana, a picture of him with his sunglasses on reading and lastly the last picture they took together, the picture that sat on Tom’s bedside, the last picture they took of them at the zoo, smiling to the camera, despite the consequences. He missed her and at the same time he wondered if she missed him too.

 

Tom retired to bed a few hours later dreaming of the little seven year old girl he rescued from the school bullies all those years ago. He would find and get to know her again. How hard could it be? 

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