January 8th 2017

I move a vase of flowers out of my way as I go to put my dinner in the oven. I had over two dozen different vases filled with flowers in my apartment. And more that didn't have a vase. I smile as I pick up a rose and remember that night. It has been a week since then but it was burned into my memory. Tom... Everything about him was so amazing. I could even smell his cologne if I concentrated. The oven beeprf and I startle, had I really been daydreaming about Tom for thirty minutes? I check the clock and groan. "You can't keep doing this Mel's. It was one night. Get over it" I mutter to myself as I pull my dinner out. Three cheese macaroni and cheese. Yum. I eat thinking about Tom and hear my door bell ring when I go to put my dishes away.

I open the door to find Tom standing on my door step. "Hi?" I say looking at him in suprise. "Are you real?" I say blinking. "I think I am real" he says with a smile. "Why?" He asks. "It's just. I was just thinking about you" I say nonchalantly then I notice what I am wearing. TARDIS pajamas. I groan internally and thank every celestial that I was wearing a bra. He looks at me and smiles "Nice pajamas". I smile back, "Not to be rude or anything. But. What are you doing here?" I ask opening up my door and letting him in. He walks in and shuts the door behind him.  "I wanted to bring you these so we could have a proper drink" he says holding up a six pack of Saspirilla. "How did you?" I say speechless. "I had them shipped from Tucson" he says with a smile as he places them on my counter. I pull two of them out and open them. "Cheers?" I say handing him his bottle.  "Cheers" he says clinking his bottle against mine. I take a long sip and whistle appreciably. "This is so good" I say looking at him. He takes sip "Agreed" he says taking a bigger sip. "Can I ask you a personally question Melody?" Tom says suddenly. I nod with an apprehensive look on my face. "Why don't you drink?" He asks tilting his head.  I look down at my drink for a second before deciding on the truth. "Because I have walls that I have built around myself to protect me" I say not meeting his eye. I plow on before I can change my mind. "Alcohol lowers inhibition. That would turn my walls into a moat. Has the same effect of cordoning the real me off from the world but doesn't hide the world from the real me. Do you get what I am saying?" I say not meeting his eye. He is silent for a few minutes and I started to think I spooked him. "I think I do. You don't want people to see the real you. Alcohol would show people the real you, so you avoid alcohol." He says pensively and I finally look up. He was looking at me and my breath caught in my throat. He was so sexy in that white shirt it wasn't fair. "Yes. That's it" I say breathlessly. "There is something I really want to do right now" he says as his eyes darken. "What do you want to do?" I ask. "This" he says putting his hand on my hips and pulling me into a kiss. I freeze up as his lips touch mine before softening against him. I deepen our kiss relishing the taste of him. It was better than I had ever imagined and I had spent plenty of time imagining it. He ran his fingers through my golden brown hair as I quickly removed his shirt. I ran my hands over his wiry frame and felt electrical currents pulse through me wherever we touched. "Your eyes are the deepest black" he says to me in between kisses. "They are amazing" he finishes and I moan softly as his hand cups my darriere. His other hand undoes my shirt and bra and he kisses my breasts and I feel myself get increasingly warm. Slowly, we move towards my bedroom and we collapse onto the bed in a tangle of limbs as the door shuts behind us.

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"Meow. Grandma" Harley says suggestively setting down her pen and stretching her fingers. I shoot her a warning look. "I was 27 do don't go getting any ideas Harley” I say as warning. She rolls her eyes and picks her pen up again.

January 8th 2017

"That was amazing" I say dreamily snuggling into Tom's shoulder. He chuckled and brushed my hair out of my eyes. "I think I love you Melody" he says looking down at me.  I gasp and look up at him. "I think I love you Tom" I say and then I was kissing him. Our kissing was sadly interrupted by a text coming in on his phone. "Dammit. I can't ignore that message. It's important" he says pulling out his phone from his pants which were on the floor. "Aw crap. I gotta go." He says tumbling of the bed and pulling on his pants. "It's important. Or I wouldn't ruin this perfect moment moment with you." he says. He leans down and kisses me me before disappearing. I flip down on my pillows and text River *I just had sex with Tom Hiddleston and I think we are in love* before I pass out.

January 9th 2017

I woke up with my phone going crazy with texts. *MELODY! CHECK THE DAMN NEWS. SOMETHING HAPPENED TO TOM*. I immediately check the news.

Famous Actor Injured By Drunk Driver On The Streets Of New York

Well known British actor Tom Hiddleston was severely injured early this morning by a drunk driver on W 4th St. Hiddleston (36) has been taken for emergency care at NYG.

I screamed dropping my phone. I dashed to my closet and got dressed as fast as I could. I then tore out of my apartment and grabbed a taxi. "Get me to New York General in under ten minute and you get double the money!" I yell tears streaming down my face. As soon as I got their I run up the front steps and dash across the waiting room. "May I help you?" The lady at the desk asks me. I briefly note that her name is Maureen. "Tom Hiddleston. Where is he?!" I pant, out of breath. "I am sorry no fans are allowed" she says kindly pulling out a bottle of water and handing it to me. I smile weakly and gratefully accept it. "I know that. But I am his girlfriend. He might have been asking for me? Names, Melody." I say sucking down half the bottle in one gulp. "I'm sure sweetie. But Mr. Hiddleston has fallen into a coma and hasn't been responsive. He is also currently on a plane heading for England as we speak. His family requested he be transferred there." She says and I look at her in shock. "No..." I say before blacking out.

Three months later

I look down at my phone and a tear trickles down landing with a splat on the glass. Tom had woken up from his coma two months ago and he hadn't tried to contact me. According to US weekly he was going out with a red haired actress from Mexico. I tried not to cry over the fact that I was a one night stand. If he wanted to be with me. He would contact me...

London England

If she wanted to be with me. She would contact me...

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"That's depressing" Harley says putting down her pen. "It's the thing I most regret" I say looking at her sadly. "So that's why you never married? That why you adopted mom?" Harley says looking at me. "Yes. I never felt that way with anyone ever again. So I never married. I always wanted to be a mother. So I adopted" I say looking sadly down at my hands. "He died six years ago. I miss him every single day. It's funny but I always kept something. Just in case." I say with a small laugh as I pull a small box from under my bed. I open it up to reveal four Saspirilla bottles. "You didn't..." Harley says looking into the box. "Are those?" She asks picking one up. "The same ones he gave me? Yes. Sentimental I know. They probably taste like crap after all these years. But I always saved them. Just in case one day he showed up again" I say fondly. I pluck the one Harley was holding out of her hands, and put them back. "Grandma. Your really cool. I am so telling all my classmates that my grandmother had sex with a celebrity"she says picking up her notebook. "Love you grandma!" She says rushing out of the room. "Love you to darling".