Hi again!
The reader is pretty good with her/his voice, but she/he feels uncomfortable when someone is looking. So, Robert built a soundproof music room, which the reader is really happy about.

Tom Hiddleston found out about the music room. He decides to join the reader in the room, to have some fun with the reader.

Song (the video above): Perfect Symphony - Ed Sheeran and Andrea Bocelli
(I think it will help in the story!)

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''Once again, Robert. Thank you for building this,'' you say when you're sure nobody could hear it. Robert gives you a warm smile. ''No need to. It was fun to make, but why don't you want to sing in front of us?'' he asks curiously, which you completely understand. I mean, he built a soundproof music room. ''I... euh... I don't feel comfortable when everyone is listening or even looking at me.'' your attention is drawn to the floor. ''I think, you have a mindbending voice,'' he says. ''Thanks Rob, it means a lot.'' ''And I, Robert John Downey Jr, swear I will not tell anyone about this,'' he says before spitting through his fingers. You chuckle at his vow he has made.

''Hey, Robert. Do you know where Y/N is?'' Tom asks looking around, ''I can't find her, I've been looking for a few hours now.'' Robert remembers the vow he has made earlier that day. ''No, I haven't seen her. Maybe she is out of the building?'' Robert suggests. Tom frowns, not really satisfied with Robert's answer. ''Do you know something I don't?'' Tom asks suddenly. Robert eyes widen, ''No, why should I know something you don't?'' ''That's my question, indeed,'' Tom says dryly.

You walk to your bedroom, looking around if nobody is near you. You close the door and walk to the closet. Behind the clothes, there is a pin code. You quickly type it and a door opens. After you're inside, the door closes. Robert made a beautiful soundproof music room. For you to sing, to play any kind of instruments. You grab the guitar, it's been a long time since you've played this instrument. Scrolling through your Spotify list, you find The Wrong Direction, Passenger.

Tom looks in your bedroom again, but he notices something. Your closet is open, but you aren't here. ''Y/N, are you here, my love?'' Tom asks. No answer. He steps into your room, curiously walking to the open closet. When he looks in it, he notices something shiny. He steps in the closet to see what the shiny thing is. It turns out to be a secured system with a pin code. He tries your birthday. ''Acces denied.'' He thinks and types with a guess his birthday. ''Acces granted.'' Tom chuckles at the fact you've used his birthday as a code.

He sees you playing on a guitar. You are with your back turned to him, so he knew you couldn't see him. ''What is this place?'' he mumbles. He sees more instruments, speakers, microphones and a dance floor. ''Since when is this here?'' he continues. He has seen enough and makes his way upstairs. ''There is only one man, who's been able to build this.''

''Robert, I need to talk to you,'' Tom says as soon as he sees Robert. ''Sure, what's up, Tom?'' he asks. ''Have you build it? The room?'' Tom asks straight away. Robert's eyes widen, just like last time. ''I don't know what you're talking about,'' he replies. ''The music room, it's for Y/N. I saw her,'' he says. Robert sighs in defeat. ''I'm sorry, Y/N. Yes, she asked me to build it and I swore to her not to tell anybody.'' Tom's lips are forming an o. ''She will not know,'' Tom says, ''at least, not yet.''

Tom decides to wait in your room, on your bed. He's reading a book, which laid on your drawer. ''Tom? What are you doing here?'' you ask when you see Tom sitting on your bed. You join next to him. ''I couldn't find you, so I thought that I will wait in your room,'' Tom says. ''Where'd you come from?'' he asks. ''Hmm, you tell me,'' you tease. ''Oh, you want to play it this,'' he chuckles laying the book on your drawer. He tackles you on the bed. He wants to tickle you so badly, but instead of that, he cuddles with you. His hands on your waist and your head against his chest. You hear his heartbeat, which is relaxing.

Tom's plan is, if he can't find you tomorrow, he comes in the music room. Singing with you, playing instruments with you. Spending time with you, spending time with his crush. Having fun with a gorgeous woman. Sleep didn't get him, his mind is racing. His mind is full of you. Only you is on his mind, only you. After an hour he falls asleep, guesses what. With you on his mind. With you in his dream. With you in his life.

The next day, he's right. You're gone, but he knows where. Tom closes the door of your bedroom and walks over to the closet. He pushes the buttons of his birthday. ''Acces granted.'' he still smiles by the idea that you've used his birthday as a code. He finds you in the exact same position. A guitar in your hand, probably singing too. Tom opens the door, but you don't seem to notice. Your voice is music to his ears. This is his favorite number, played and sang by his favorite person.

''When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath,'' ''But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight,'' you sang. Tom's heart flutters when he hears all of this. He decides to join. ''Sei la mia donna,'' Tom sang. You turn around with a shock on your face, but you're still playing. How is that possible, you think. I don't know either! Tom grins while singing in Italian. You play while listening to his sweet voice. ''Ballo con te, nell'oscurita,'' you sang both. Smiling at each other.

''Perché tu stasera, sei perfetta per me.'' You ended the song. You put the guitar in its own spot and walk over to Tom, who's smiling like a small child. ''So, you've used my birthday as code?'' his smile even bigger. Your cheeks turn slight rose, slowly nodding. ''How did you find me?'' you ask. ''One. I'll always find you and second, I've been searching for you.'' You blush even harder, now you know Tom has been looking for you. He's holding your hand and looks in your gorgeous eyes.

''If music be the food of love, play on,'' Tom says. You melt at his Shakespeare side, but you melt even more when you felt his soft lips on yours. When Tom separates, your eyes are still closed. ''Wow,'' you say, not knowing what to say. He smiles but doesn't say anything. He's full of excitement and walks to your phone. He presses the home button and an old picture of you two appears. He smiles widen, even more, when he tries the code. It's his birthday again. He searched a song on your phone.

The music plays, a very recognizable tune. It turns out to be the main song of Beauty and the Beast. ''May I have this dance?'' he bows and gives you his hand. You chuckle and take his hand. You dance with him the Beauty and the Beast choreography. You look at each other, smiling, in love. After the dance, your head is on his chest.

"I know you have my birthday as code and your home screen is an old picture of us, why?" Tom asks, playing with your hair. "Well, my birthday is too obvious. Nobody would think of you. And about the home screen, I love the photo and it makes me smile every day when I see it," you respond, burying your head in his chest. "I love it when you do that, you knew that?" he chuckles.

"You have a beautiful voice," Tom says after a silence. You let out a chuckle. "Nobody should have found out," you mumble. "Why is that, my love?" "I feel uncomfortable when everyone is looking at me," you answer. Tom gets a huge smile on his face. "Let me sing for you, then you'll know it's fun!" he says full of excitement. "Okay, what do you need?" you chuckle. "A guitar. The song has nothing to do with you, so don't feel offended okay love?" you nod.

He looks around for a second, searching for something. Then he found a hat, he puts it on. He smiles like a small kid. You find it so adorable. "The song's called, Why don't you love me when you used to do," he says with a southern accent. You chuckle at his accent. 'He's gorgeous, handsome, and funny.' He starts to play the guitar. You enjoy every second of his voice. You eyes are shut, only his voice. His eyes are fixed on you, totally in love.
"Why don't you love when you used to do," he ends his song with the guitar.

You open your eyes and clap. "That was amazing, Tom," you say. You hug him but aren't planning to let go, Tom isn't planning either. "If music is the food of love, play on," you say. Tom separates and tucks a strand hair behind your ear. Then he pulls you close again, whispering near your ear. "I've found a love. For me," Tom sings. You listen when he's singing Perfect, from Ed Sheeran, for you. "But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own. And in your eyes you're holding mine," he sang. You gently press your lips on his.

The moment is perfect.