Everything she does is beautiful. Everything she does is right...

*****

Okay so, we didn't discuss our pin or anything for that matter. And it wasn't because we got caught up in a passionate make out session; Tom passed out a few minutes after he took that last drink.

Not that I am complaining, tough. Having the chance to watch him sleep so soundly was definitely the highlight of the evening. He looked so beautiful and at peace while he was sleeping that I couldn't bring myself to wake him up to go to bed. As uncomfortable as it was I just slipped myself next to him and under his arm, falling asleep within seconds.

All the events from the day before are plastered all over my dreams and I find myself waking up several times during the night. Whether is a nightmare about Rose dying in my arms while I lay there helplessly as she takes her last, painful breath or a heartwarming dream where Tom won't get tired of expressing his unconditional love for me, every time I get snatched back into wakefulness he is right there and even if he remains fast asleep, he seems to sense my restlessness and he holds me tighter in his arms. Each time I wake up, no matter how awful my last dream was, I fall back asleep with a smile on my face. Tom is here and he's not going anywhere.

The next time I open my eyes, the grey light of yet another Monday morning is sneaking lazily through the window that's still open. I rub my eyes to wipe off the sleep out of them and even though I am exhausted and I have not rested as well as I needed, I decide to get up and start with my day.

It takes me a few seconds to remember that I don't have to go to the office today and another few more to remind myself of the reasons. As much as I would like to stay in with the amazing man that remains asleep next to me, I want to be with Rose even more.

I take a look at my phone and when I check the time I realize that Tom has been enjoying his slumber for almost nine hours straight and he is not giving any signs of waking up any time soon. I roll my eyes with envy when I stand up from our improvised bed and he just stretches himself wider, taking over the little space I was occupying seconds before.

Lucky bastard!

I walk silently to the window and I close it because it is freezing in here and I can't believe we haven't felt it before. I notice a thin drizzle falling from the dull sky above us and I can't suppress the little whimper that escapes from my mouth. I love the London weather and that's one of the reasons I chose this city but I just wish I could see the sun a little more often and by the looks of it, this little mizzle is about to turn into a pouring rain.

After I grab a blanket from the closet in the hall and gently place it on top of Tom's body I make my way to the kitchen to fix myself a fresh pot of coffee. I still have all morning free before I have to get going to the hospital and I figure I might as well do some work to pass the time.

My Mac takes a few seconds to run so I take that time to pour myself a giant mug of caffeine juice and I get my ass to the bathroom to freshen up.

The vision I have in front of me is a messy and weary one, but if I look passed the tangled hair and the dark circles under my eyes and focus on my pinkish cheeks and that smile that seems to be frozen on my lips, I'd say that over all, I am in a happy place.

Granted, the circumstances could be better if I didn't have a very special person lying on a hospital bed but the fact that I will not go through that alone makes me feel somewhat fortunate.

I consider the possibility of changing my pajamas into something comfortable but a little more presentable but when I'm about to remove my Sherlocked T-shirt I remember how flustered Tom got when he saw me wearing it and I decide to keep in on, just to mess with him as a little revenge for being so much more well rested than me.

The sound of a Skype video call makes me rush to where my computer is but I don't reach it in time.

"Oh my fucking God!!! You son of a bitch... Where's my roommate!? Have you fucked her to dead already?" Ally's voice sounds choked by laughter and I can hear Chris giggling on the background as well. She sounds completely inappropriate and over excited so I gather their little trip is going well so far.

I freeze right where I stand as I observe Tom leaning closer to the screen and taking a large sip of my coffee. Everything about this scene should be rubbing me the wrong way but somehow I find it quite adorable.

Since when do we find lack of boundaries and violation of personal space and property adorable?

"I haven't just yet. But give me a few hours and I will have the job done" Tom says with a cheeky smile on his sleepy face and I let out a gasp of feigned outrage and disbelief. I can't believe what I'm hearing and I have a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that Ally and Tom are being so familiar with each other and to top it off, at my expense.

"I believe I am going to need a proof of life, Hiddleston. Show her to me!" Ally says through the speakers and that's when Tom lifts up her gaze and finds me standing in the hallway. He winks at me and if I would've had the slightest trace of irritation inside of me, that alone would have managed to crush it to dead.

"There she comes" he says when I resume my walk towards the table and I snatch my cup out of is meddling hands before he gets the chance to take another swig. "And could you please tell her to take off that hideous shirt she is wearing? It is getting on my nerves, to be quite honest"

"Yeah, well... take some Xanax or something because I am not getting rid of it" I scowl at Tom as I push him with my hips away from the chair and I sit on it.

"Oh, Tom! If you can't manage to get her out of her shirt you have a much bigger problem on your hands... Besides, aren't we all? Sherlocked, I mean" Ally says cracking up when she sees my piece of clothing.

I hear him chuckle as he walks into the kitchen to procure himself a cup of coffee of his own.

"There you are, you little slag!" Ally greets me from the other side of the screen. She looks as perky as she sounds and she laughs at my reaction to her words.

"Well hello there, gigantic whore!" I retort with an evil grin, "I don't think I have to ask but... How's your little escapade going?" I ask with the hope of moving the conversation swiftly on and away from me and Tom.

"Marvelous! The weather is sort of rainy but is not like we came down here for the beach, you know?" she laughs and raises an eyebrow in a suspicious way.

"Hello, Clementine! How's it going?" Chris pops up in the image wearing nothing but his white boxers which I consider a considerable improvement since the last time I saw him.

"Hi, Chris! I see you've managed to wear some underwear this time" I say as I lean back on the chair pretending to be enjoying the view -although, it is not that hard to pretend- "Rocking the Burberry boxers!"

Something falls in the kitchen and it makes a loud metallic noise when it lands in the sink. A very inappropriate curse travels to my ears and within seconds, Tom is rushing to my side and turning the computer to look at it.

"Oy, mate! What the hell are you doing? Do me a favor and get your dick away from my girl's face, would you?" He sounds threatening in the most amusing way and I love how his accent gets deeper when he is all worked up.

I would burst into laughter because of his little outburst if it wasn't because I am internally freaking out like a twelve year old. He called me his girl and all of my vital organs have been reduced to liquid.

"Don't worry brother! She already knows what's underneath and she still chose you over me. I guess she prefers the five o'clock tea instead of eggs and bacon!" Chris and Ally can't stop laughing at his stupid euphemism and even if I am struggling with keeping my growing blush in line, I join the party.

Tom is far from being amused so he walks slowly around me and goes straight to the bathroom. I get a little worried that he might be upset for real until he finally turns around with a half-smile printed on his lips.

"There goes another friend..." he shakes his head in fake indignation before he closes the door behind him.

My fit of laughter grows at his little huff and I can't help but feeling quite proud for achieving such a level of exasperation out of his radiant morning mood.

I normally have zero tolerance when it comes to jealousy in all of its forms and demonstrations, especially when they are not even remotely founded, but there is something rather endearing in the way he gets all broody and bothered and I know with certainty that he is simply playing and they are harmless.

"Now go away, Chris. I need to talk to my friend alone..." Ally says as he waves his shirtless man away.

I give her a wide, warm smile when she finally looks back at the camera and into my eyes. I have met this girl almost a month ago and I still remember the first thing that fell out of her mouth when I opened the door to her.

I had spent that entire day interviewing all kinds of possible candidates to share my flat with and I was surely falling into a state of desperation because I wasn't being able find the right person or even figure out what qualities would make them worthy.

"Holly fuck, this place is huge!" Those words were Ally's letter of presentation. Her wide-eye gaze scouting around the place as she would make her way through every room checking everything out; bathroom, closets, kitchen. She did not stop and face me until she had the entire apartment hauled. "You are pretty!" She said almost like a statement more than a compliment and I couldn't help but smile. She was crazy and I knew right then that that was exactly what I was looking for.

This girl had best friend material and I was going to keep her around. Plus, there was her incredible gift for cooking which I didn't discover until four days after she moved in and it was nothing but a pleasant surprise that swept away any doubt I might have had about my decision.

"So... Details!" she practically yells from the other side of the communication. Her eyes are as wide as they were when we first met and my smile is also the same.

"He is... I'm just..." there is no way I can describe or go through the last seventy-two hours without blushing or smiling like a fool and the truth is that I am still in this haze of bliss and enchantment which is making me utterly incapable of expressing myself soberly. "I can't believe this, Ally. He is so..."

"Handsome? Good in the sack? Tall? Gorgeous?" she finishes my sentence with a variety of options for me to pick from. I laugh.

"All of the above... definitely. And more" I answer covering my face with both hands.

"Aww!! You are so in love, Spader!" she squeals with her voice filled with joy. And I can't bring myself to contradict her.

"Enough about me! What about you and Chris? I want details too" I change the subject drastically.

I think to myself that I should probably fill her in on the news about Rose but then I tell myself that even if she has been living here for a month now, she barely knows our neighbor. By the time she moved in, Rose was already pretty sick and beaten up from her treatment so she wasn't leaving her house and between that and the fact that Ally would be out all the time, they never actually met. So, I decide to keep the conversation in a lighter tone and discuss our love lives for a little longer. This time is her turn, though. I have spoken about mine way too much and Tom should be out of the bathroom shortly.

"Well, Chris and I are... I don't know... good" her eyes avoid mine -or the camera, more specifically- when she speaks and her voice lowers as she looks around her, probably making sure that Chris can't hear her. "Too good, as a matter of fact. And I know that as soon as we go back, it will get complicated"

Our last conversation in the kitchen comes back in my head. Right before I got smacked in the face with Tom having a girlfriend, I remember thinking about Ally and Chris and how close to each other they were getting. I knew right then that Ally was getting too involved with him and he was doing the same; I remember wondering how they would handle the imminent long distance relationship they were going to face if they'd continue to go down this road. I also remember asking my roommate if she was sure about the whole thing and she intentionally deflected the issue.

But she won't be able to do so for much longer. Once they come back to London reality is going to sink in and I really hope they are both ready to face it and work through it.

"I don't think you should be thinking about that right now. Just enjoy the present and you will cross that bridge when you get there" I advise her with a comforting smile.

To be honest, that is one of those advice I would give to people but not necessarily follow it if I was the one in that situation. I would probably obsess and dwell over it until I would go mental. But this is not my situation so the advice sounds good and reasonable.

"Yeah... I think you're right. I should just enjoy it, right?" she repeats my words almost as a mantra, trying to convince herself.

"Right..." I say with a firm voice so the hesitation won't show.

The bathroom door opens and I get distracted from my conversation when Tom walks out, bare chested and with a towel wrapped around his narrow waist; his dark hair is dripping all over his shoulders and his pale complexion glitters when the dim light of day hits the drops of water scattered on his skin. I didn't hear the shower running because of how engaged I was with Ally's video call so I wasn't expecting such a vision to emerge from the other side of the bathroom door and his half nudity leaves me breathless.

He looks up at me as he brushes his hair with his fingers, pushing it back to get it out of his face. A devious grin settles on his face when he begins to walk towards me.

"I have a job to do so you better finish this conversation and start taking off your clothes" he whispers in my ear when he reaches me and stands behind me. The warmth of his breath tickles me and sends this wave of heat directly to my underbelly. I rummage in my chair trying to hide all sings of my evident arousal from my friend who is still on the other side of the screen.

"Don't mind me, I'm just drinking my coffee over here..." she says with a chuckle. I am glad that our little show has managed to distract her from her racing thoughts.

"Ally, I'll call you back later" I shut the computer closed without any further explanation and I slide it all the way to the center of the table so we can have a bigger space to rumble on.

I shift on my heels to come face to face with him and I prop myself up on the table, spreading my legs wide enough to fit him in between them. He accepts my invitation pressing himself against me and skillfully undoing the knot in my pants to remove them completely seconds later.

I stare at his fingers while they do their thing and I just get hypnotized by them. The way they move, carefully but certain of what they are doing; the contrast between the callousness of his fingertips against the soft, thin skin of my pelvis quickly forces me to step on the edge of the abyss that crack's open at my feet every time we touch.

Once again, I am lost in all that he is and there is absolutely nothing else in this world but our bodies struggling to absorb one another until we become one single mass. Not recognizing where he ends and I begin is my main priority.

The towel drops to the floor along with my pants and I don't even try to suppress the gasp that leaves my lungs. He is fully naked in front of me and it is the first time I can actually see him in his full glory.

In order to describe Tom accurately right now, I should probably compare him with Michelangelo's David; perfectly sculptured by gifted hands that took the time of chiseling every single muscle, vein and tendon with adoring thoroughness.

I want to keep observing him, studying his anatomy with my hands and eyes. Make a detailed mental inventory of every freckle, mole and tiny scar he may have.

"Like what you see?" he asks while his hands travel under my shirt stopping only when they find my breasts, applying the right amount of pressure. I shiver under his grip, at first because his hands are freaking cold and then, because that is just what my body does when he touches me. I let out a sigh of desperation when he removes his hands from my skin to take me out of my remaining piece of clothing. "Shit! You are so hot, babe"

******

I feel like a new person. Relaxed, rested and calm minded. I can feel Tom's heavy body next to me and his leg intertwined in mine. His face must be nested on the curve of my neck because I feel his soft stubble brushing my shoulder and the air coming out of his mouth is caressing my skin.

I finally open my eyes and I look down at him just to check my guesses and I smile when I realize that I was right. I stretch my body as wide as I can, making each muscle to come back to life and every bone to crack in the most delicious way.

Sometime in the middle of our steamy encounter at the edge of the dining table, we decided to take our business to the bedroom for the first time since we met. When I said that having sex with Tom qualified as the greatest sexual experience I had ever been in, I was ignorantly wrong. Making love with him definitely takes the cake.

He was as passionate as ever, don't get me wrong. One thing doesn't necessarily scratches the other one out. But as rough and eager as he was to please me in a physical way, he was also making sure, the entire time that our minds and souls were connecting and getting in perfect sync with whatever our bodies were doing.

What time is it?

My conscience pushes through, making its way back from that haze of bliss and enchantment I was talking about earlier that seems to swallow me whole every two seconds.

I blindly search for my alarm clock in the nightstand and when I reach it I slowly turn my head to look at it without waking him up. I can't believe he is sleeping like this. Haven't he had enough last night? I slept like crap so it is understandable that I went under like this, but him? His highly developed skills for falling asleep so deeply at every hour, amazes me.

"Holly fucks!" I practically scream when I check that I am actually reading the time correctly. It is almost 4 pm.

The clock falls from my hand and I have no idea what took over me because my arm swings all the way from the nightstand, over my face and flies straight to Tom's face, landing heavily and open on his cheek. The sound of my palm smacking him on the face and the following outcry rolling out of a very shocked Tom makes the air in my lungs to escape and get caught in my throat.

"Bloody hell! What was that!?" he whines driving his hand to his rapidly reddening cheek.

"I am so sorry, babe" I giggle out of embarrassment as I shift to my side to cradle him with my legs, placing my hand on top of his as he keeps rubbing the sore skin of his face.

His eyes are still closed but not because he is asleep. They are tightly closed in a grimace of pain and surprise.

I purse my lips in misery at the sight of his evident distress and I just press myself against him, kissing the bridge of his nose first and then, forcing him to remove his hand so I can take care of his beaten cheek.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean it!" I babble between kisses. "Are you okay?"

His arms twist around me, pulling me even closer to his body. I stop the kissing treatment and tilt my head back so I can look at him. His blue eyes are open now and he is smiling with his entire face as his left cheek goes back to its normal color.

"Is it weird that I don't think this is a bad way to wake up?" he finally says before kissing my lips softly.

I giggle in his mouth while I try to push him away from me but that only makes him try even harder to keep me right where I am. The truth is that I am not struggling as hard as I could or even have to, considering that visiting hours at the hospital had started two hours ago and I am not rooted next to Rose's bed as I was supposed to be.

I have no other choice but to reciprocate his kiss since my body is calling the shots right now, completely ignoring my brain's intention to get up from this bed and into my clothes.

That reminds me that I am naked and so is he which is absolutely inconvenient and a drawback for the rational part of me to actually gain some control over my actions.

He keeps invading my personal space like a fucker when he rolls over to put half of his body on top of mine. I can unequivocally feel his growing erection pressing against my inner tight and that is definitely the breaking point. I can either cave under his desires -and mine, of course- or I can put my shit back together and get him off of me.

"Oh no! Hell, no! I have to be at the hospital, Tom... Off!" I guess I went for the second option on this one.

Taking advantage of his confusion, I remove myself from under him and out of the bed. I open the closet, grabbing some random but decent clothes to throw on my back. I don't really care for matching since I am in a hurry to leave this room before he actually reacts to my rejection. I can't seem to find my Converse anywhere so I crouch beside the bed where I can see them all the way to the middle of the floor. I reach my arm as far as it can go until my fingers are able to grasp the shoelace and I retrieve it from its hiding space. The other one is further away so I just stand up and go around the bed to take it.

Jumping on one foot while putting the right shoe on, I manage to get to the side of the bed where Tom is still laying on his side, propped on his elbow while his head rest in his hand. At the last second I loose total balance and I fall on my ass back on the bed, forcing him to roll over in order to keep himself from being crushed.

I ignore his wandering hands as they try to get rid of the outfit I just put together so perfectly and as soon as the other shoe is in its proper place, I stand back up with a jolt.

"Don't you have a movie to finish? Or any other kind of obligation for that matter?" I snort as I get myself out of his reach.

"I don't. In fact, I have already wrapped up my scenes yesterday and I am as free as bird, darling. Want a ride to the hospital? I might come in handy with those naughty nurses back there..." he replies with a cheeky face. Too cheeky for his own sake.

I pull my hair up in a bun and turn around to where he is. He is sitting at the edge of the bed this time, trying to put his pants on when he looks at me with a frown and a feigned expression of fear.

"I can hurt you, Hiddleston. We have already stablished that!" I growl pointing at him with my hairbrush, "Now get dressed and let's roll!"

The clock reads is already five in the afternoon when I get into my car and I drive my way to the hospital.

Tom had insisted on coming with me but I had insisted harder for him not to. It is nice to have him around and I would probably keep him by my side twenty-four seven if it were up to me, but hospital policies are quite unbending when it comes to visitors and I have already pushed my luck way beyond tolerable just yesterday. Plus, if I want to keep my cool around those nurses, he needs to stay out of the premises.

Zero tolerance for jealousy you say? Double standard much?

"I am this close from getting a lobotomy, I swear!" I chide that annoying little voice while adjusting the rearview mirror.

I curse like a pirate when I realize that my feet are nowhere near the pedals and I that's when I remember that I wasn't the last person to drive this car. Tom did. Tom and his stupid tallness that makes him hilariously unfit to drive my perfect ride. Tom and his freaking long legs which forced him to actually push back my seat almost to the trunk of the damn car. I hate this. It took me months of uncomfortable driving to finally find the perfect position of this goddamned seat so he can come along and fuck it up.

Maybe you should breathe...

"Lobotomy!" I snap.

I struggle the whole drive to the hospital, regulating the seat back and forth at every stoplight. Luckily I hit the spot a few blocks away from my destination.

The thin drizzle from this morning is now, as predicted, turning into a full on storm and the raindrops begin to trench my hair and shoulders the second I get out of my car. By the time I make it through Saint Mary's doors, I am soaking wet and dripping all over the hall.

You would think that my forecaster-future reading skills would have made me grab an umbrella before I leave the apartment but that would be a terribly wrong assumption.

I was too busy shaking my annoyingly horny boyfriend out of my back.

I know... Lobotomy! The little voice in my head mocks me instead of actually saying what I am sure she really wanted to point out.

"Clementine!" Harry's voice takes me by surprise and I turn around to see him approaching me with two paper cups of coffee in his hands and a really strange expression in his eyes. "Where have you been? I kept calling you for hours!" he says when he gets to where I am.

I don't exactly read much in his eyes but I know it's nothing good. How funny is that? Tom, whom I met only a week ago is pretty much an open book to me while Harry, well, I know he used to be too but now, it is almost a blank page. How funny is it that I am actually thinking about Tom right now when, even though I may not be able to decode his emotion, I know Harry doesn't come with good news?

I search for my phone and I can't find it anywhere so I come to the conclusion that it must be dead right where I saw it for the last time, on the coffee table in front of the couch.

"What's going on?" I say without greeting him or even explaining the reason I didn't pick up the phone. I do accept the coffee he offers me. "Something happened with Rose? Is she okay?" My voice comes out all panicky and rushed as I walk my way to the elevator with Harry by my side.

"She's in a lot of pain and she had a really bad night, Clemie" he says when the steel doors close in front of us. "I've talked to her doctor and we discussed putting her in a coma so she can go peacefully" he adds. His gaze alternates between mine, the buttons on the panel to his left and the coffee cup.

I don't understand a single word he is saying. Every single book I have ever read, every legal knowledge I might have obtained in the last ten years or every word I have ever put down in a piece of paper is completely forgotten right now. My mind is frantically going over his words and it's like I am looking them up in a dictionary, one by one.

Pain. Bad night. Discussed. Coma. Go peacefully. What are those words?

"What does that mean?" I manage to say.

The elevator reaches our floor which means I have been silent for the entire lift and Harry holds the door open for me when he notices that I am not moving.

"It means that today we say our goodbyes, Clemie"

Please, stop calling me like that. Please.

I can't believe that is the first thing that I can think about. What importance does it have the way he calls me right now? Why is that relevant when I had spent the entire night and most of this day making love and enjoying my life while Rose is going through fucking hell?

"What do you mean, Harry? Goodbye? Is she dying today? Where is Joseph? Why are you even here?" I am slowly snapping out of my numbness and I am looking all around me trying to find Mr. Hendriks. What Harry is saying makes absolutely no sense to me and I need it to make sense. And the fact that Harry has been here whilst I was not, makes my stomach turn.

"He's with her. We need to talk" he softly puts his hand on the small of my back, leading me to a couple of seats at the end of the hallway.

I let him take me almost as if I am moving by simple inertia.

"How long?" I ask once we are sitting down. My hand gripping at the coffee cup almost to the point of crushing it. He looks up at me like he doesn't have the nerve to respond, "How long, Harry?"

"A week, tops" he finally says.

"Okay..." My mind goes blank. I feel my head is nodding, like I am absorbing and processing and even accepting what he is saying, but I know that I don't. Not in the slightest. A week? Just a week? Somebody tell me why is this fucking shit so unfair?

Am I screaming? Because I feel like I am. I think I am making a scene in this hospital hallway with Rose behind the door a few feet away from where I am and the nurses or security should be here any second, ready to restrain me and remove me from the floor.

Why is Harry sitting there? Why is nobody coming to tell me to shut the fuck up?

You're not screaming, Clementine. You are not even breathing. Breathe! Clementine, you need to catch your breath and say something. What do we say? What do we do? Where do we go?

"I want to call Tom. I need to talk to Tom, now" I truly believed I was saying these words to myself but judging by the look on Harry's face, I said them aloud. And clearly.

I don't let him say anything and I move away fast enough to prevent his hands from grabbing my arms and keep me where we are.

I run to the elevator; pressing the button repeatedly to call it and when I am about to give up and go for the stairs, a feeling of déjà vu comes rushing to my mind. I keep running away from this place for one reason or the other, I just can't seem to be able to put up with it.

The elevator opens and it takes me a few seconds to recognize the person standing inside.

When I do, I throw myself into his arms and I collide against his chest, holding on to his body like it is my very own life support.

"Please, don't let me go" I beg as I feel his arms covering me like a cocoon. He is soaking wet as well and his lips are cold against my temple.

"How could I ever?"

A/N

Hi! So, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'm so sorry you had to do all of this to read it so I appreciate it. 

Love, Lucy <3