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Not Worth the Thought

What happens one night after your boyfriend breaks up with you, and you're caught in a storm with a seemingly random stranger?

The rain pours as you walk down the dark, London streets. You shiver miserably as you pull your trench coat tighter around your frame. It was almost as if the weather was mourning for you as well, crying because your boyfriend had rejected you for someone else. Or perhaps the weather wasn't mourning for you, perhaps it was more of a mocking howl of the wind.

You quickly wipe your eyes and continue to walk, you certainly didn't want to get mugged, but wearing heels while running did not sound like a good idea.

Lightning flashes in the sky and thunder roars, you shiver again as the sky bursts open even more. You hear footsteps behind you, causing you to quickly whip around. "Don't touch me!" You say in a scared voice.

The figure holds out one of his hands in a peaceful stance, his other hand busy holding an umbrella. "I won't hurt you, darling. I promise." A British voice says softly, "But please, here." He gently thrusts the umbrella towards you. "Take this, you're going to be chilled to the bone if you don't."

You shake your head, "I couldn't do that to you."

The man steps closer, "I insist you at least share with me then, let me walk you home."

"What's your name?" You ask hesitantly, still unsure of this stranger's intent.

The man lets out a breathy chuckle, "Thomas, but I personally prefer just Tom."

Another flash of lightning illuminates the sky, and for a short moment it also lights up the stranger's face.

Your breath catches in your throat, you knew that face. Those beautiful blue eyes gazing into yours and that kind expression were all too familiar to you. "Tom Hiddleston," you gasp out.

The actor chuckles once more, and you finally recognize his signature "Ehehehe."

A loud clap of thunder rings out and you let out a small shriek.

Tom is by your side in seconds, "Shhh. It's just a little thunder, love. Is your place nearby? We have to get you home, I'm afraid you'll have a nasty cold come on as it is."

"No," you shake your head. "I forgot my phone at my boyfriend's apartment when he broke up with me. I was so devastated that I just left. But to be fair, the storm was barely starting when I did so."

"Then please, come to my flat. I'll call you a cab if you wish when we get there, or you can spend the night if that is fine with you. But please, let me get you out of this rain and place a warm cup of tea inside your hands."

You knew Tom was forever the gentlemen, that he wouldn't hurt you or take advantage of you. You could see the purity of his concern in his pretty blue eyes.

"Please, darling. I won't hurt you." Tom says kindly, secretly afraid that he'd have to leave you on the streets alone and defenseless. Just the thought of leaving you like that made him sick.

You nod, "Thank you. I'd appreciate that."

Tom positions the umbrella so it's mainly covering you, making his brown curls start to dampen.

You knew that if he'd just stand a little bit closer to you, he'd be sheltered from the rain as well. "It's okay, Tom. We can both fit under here."

Tom laughs nervously, "No, no, my dear. I'm quite alright." He leads you along down the street towards his flat. Quickly pulling a key out of his trouser pocket, he opens the door, letting you go in first.

"I'm so sorry to intrude," your face flushes red. "I shouldn't have stormed off like I did when he ended things."

"Oh darling. Don't apologize to me. I am so sorry that your boyfriend did that to you, love. I know I've just met you, but I can't understand how someone would be able to give you up just like that." Tom says, scurrying around and lighting lamps inside his home.

You blush at his words, "He told me he changed, that he didn't feel the same way about me. Said he found someone else who could love him the way he needed."

Tom takes in your glistening eyes and damp hair, his heart melting at your shaking frame. "Here, darling. Let's not talk about him, he doesn't deserve the thought you're giving him."

"Is there a bathroom around here?" You ask shyly, "I'm sure I must look a fright."

"Oh no, you look lovely," Tom assures you quickly, blushing at his own words. "The bathroom is right down the hall though. Please make yourself at home." He furrows his eyebrows, "I'm afraid I have nothing dry to offer you however, unless you are willing-" Tom stops and shakes his head, "no, that is quite absurd of me to suggest that."

You smile at his flustered talking, "Thomas, if you have a hoodie I can borrow, that would be fine. I think my pants will dry off soon enough."

"Yes, of course. How foolish of me." Tom chides himself and walks over to his bedroom. "I'm afraid it'll be a bit big on your small form, my dear."

"No worries," You say with a hint of a smile in your voice.

The actor walks back out of his room with a black hoodie, "It is a bit boring to be honest, but I think it'll do."

"Thank you," you smile, fingertips brushing as you take it from his hands.

"I'll call the taxi services for you," Tom says. "Take your time, love."

You nod courteously and then head off towards the powder room. After changing your shirt and slipping on the hoodie, you gaze at your appearance in the mirror. You run your hands through your tangled hair until you finally give up, all the while listening to Tom's muffled voice as he's on the phone.

You step out of the bathroom and head back down the hallway.

Tom meets you with a small smile. "That was the taxi place, love. I hate to inform you of this, but they are refusing any service at the moment." He quickly notes your embarrassment. "I have a couple of friends who own a car, I can ask them to take you home. Or-"

You ask quietly, "You told me earlier that I could spend the night here. Does that offer still stand?"

"Of course, darling." Tom smiles, obviously pleased with the arrangements. "I put the kettle on for some tea, it should be boiling in a few minutes. I'm going to change and dry off, please make yourself comfortable." He gestures towards the livingroom, then he walks away.

You slowly walk around the room, a smile tugging at your lips as you view his style of decor. Numerous books littered the shelves, a record player was set on display along with several albums leaning against it. Paintings were hung up sporatically on the walls, some featuring nature, others abstract art. But most of all, movie posters set in frames were placed tastefully around the room, showing off the actor's successful career.

You turn as you hear Tom's approaching footsteps, "I see you like Shakespeare?"

"I simply love it," he smiles back.

"It fits you," you compliment. "This whole place suits you well."

"Thank you, darling. I was afraid it wouldn't be as soft or appealing without a feminine touch, but I've managed."

"It's beautiful, Tom." You say as he walks over to his record player.

He fiddles with a vinyl cover and asks, "Would you mind if I put on some music, love?"

You shake your head, "I have a strong connection with music, please go ahead." You watch as he gently places the record and turns the volume up slightly. "Thomas?"

"Yes, darling?" Tom gives you a questioning look.

"Thank you."

Tom's face softens, "No thanks needed, love."

The kettle whistles and distracts the actor, causing him to flurry around the kitchen as he grabs two teacups.

"Are you sure this won't put you in an awkward predicament, me being here?" You ask, hesitantly. "The media might wrongly associate you with me. It might be bad for your fan base and career."

Tom laughs, "Don't worry about it, dearest. The media will think whatever it wants to, but we'll know the truth."

"I just don't want to put you in a bad spotlight," you say quietly.

"If the media did speculate on us being in a relationship," Tom starts, noticing the blush creep into your cheeks. "My fan base would fall in love with you, no doubt about it."

"I'm not a model by any means, or a singer." You watch as Tom's face slightly falls. "I don't believe the rumors out there, concerning you and Taylor Swift, about you dating her for riches. You're a gentleman, you would have never done that."

"Thank you for believing in me like that, darling." Tom says, voice quiet and laced with pain. "She was right though, I should have seen her betrayal coming. But I also do not condone the hate my fans have sent her way. She is a lovely woman, has a beautiful voice, but we weren't meant to be."

"I'm glad you see it that way." You say, kindly. "Come now, Tom. She doesn't deserve the thought you're giving her, it's in the past now."

"You're quite right," Tom sighs. "I'm sorry, I'm being a terrible host. Tea?"

"On the contrary," you laugh. "You're the most wonderful host I've ever had, Tom."

"Oh, darling. That means a lot." Tom smiles at you.

"I guess I should probably tell you now," you smile sheepishly. "I actually don't like tea very much."

Thomas looks startled, then he laughs. "Hot chocolate more preferable to your tastes?"

"Yes, please." You nod your consent.

The rest of the evening is spent on Tom's couch, listening to music, talking about his career and association with other famous actors, sharing interests, ect.

You soon find yourself leaning against Tom's chest, a blanket draped over the both of you.

One of Thomas' arms is outstretched, holding the Shakespeare book he is reading aloud. The other arm unconsciously wrapped around your waist, keeping you against his warm body.

After awhile the actor feels you relax and when he looks down at you minutes later, he can't help but take in your beauty.

Your eyes were closed, your long lashes laying softly. Your cheeks had a pinkish hue to them, your lips soft and beautiful.

Tom gently places the book down on the coffee table, "Oh, darling. What did you do to me? I thought love had gone and passed me up, but you have me thinking differently now." He whispers as he gingerly places a kiss on your head. "Give me a chance, dearest. Let me treat you with the love you deserve."

"I trust you," you whisper, slightly startling him.

His blue eyes gaze into yours, and without warning he gently presses his lips to yours. After he lets go, you both let out a content sigh.

Thomas thoughts wander as he holds you close, you drifting off again soon after. He thought he'd never feel love again, but now he thought otherwise. It wasn't chance that you had met, it was predestined, it was fate.

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