ATTENTION! This is my first fanfiction, so please be nice! I hope you enjoy~~~~
You stood upon the streets of London outside of your favourite café with the chilling wind nipping at you face causing your (h/c) hair to blow every which way. Several times you had attempted to signal a taxi, but to no avail.
Ugh, you thought bitterly to yourself, why did I forget to bring to jacket with me? I knew it would be cold, but I didn't think it was this cold.
"Oh, COME ON!" You yelled as you stomped your foot in protest accompanied with a scowl when another taxi zipped past you without another look. Suddenly, you felt as though someone was coming up from behind.
"It is rather difficult to summon a taxi here isn't it?" An enthralling British voice said from behind. Whipping around, your (e/c) eyes were met with ones of stunning blue mixed with hints of pale green and for a moment that felt like a millennium, you lost yourself in his eyes that were practically swimming in polite kindness. Soon you were pulled from your almost hypnotized state as you noticed how incredibly close the two of you were. So close, if fact, that if he scooted forward two inches, your noses might touch if you were tall enough. Reluctantly, you took a diminutive step back and cleared your throat as you started to speak.
"Ah, yes, it is," You awkwardly replied as your eyes flittered from his to your feet, which you just realized were terribly cold. This Englishman seemed to have noticed your frigid body temperature because a concerned look swept across his face, which was graced with the sharpest cheekbones you had ever seen.
"Oh dear, are you cold, darling?" He gently inquired as his right eyebrow cocked up while his left one slightly diminished from its normal spot. You gave a slight nod of the head and almost instantaneously the coat that was formally on his shoulders was draped across your back. Suddenly you were enveloped in the sweetest, most ravishing aroma that you had ever experienced.
"O-oh, why, t-thank you," You stuttered out, partly from the surprise of the compassionate act while the other half was from the artic climate. Promptly, a look of astonishment covered his face, causing his mouth to gap and his brows to flicker upward for a split second.
"Oh my, do forgive me, darling. It seems I have failed to introduce myself," he coolly apologized as he flashed you a gargantuan smile. "My name is Tom. Tom Hiddleston. What's yours?" He asked as his hand extended to meet yours in a quaint handshake.
"Oh, lovely meeting you Tom. Mine's (f/n) (l/n)." You answered while the ends of your lips curled upwards in a shy, yet polite manner.
"I assume you are still trying to get somewhere, correct?" He implored. Once again, you gave your coy little nod of the head and he continued to utter words in his enticing accent. "Well, I do realize that this may be a bit forward, but I have a car parked just around the corner," he explained as he gestured to your right side as you turned your head in that direction. "Taxis here can be so utterly expensive, so I thought you might want a ride if..." His sweet voice trailed off as he absentmindedly ran his slender fingers through his dirty blonde curls that sat perfectly upon his head.
You turned your gaze back to the tall man standing before you, your (e/c) eyes slightly beginning to water from the chilled air.
"Oh, um, I don't think I shou-" you apprehensively began your disapproval before you were cut off, which you would have thought rude up until now, but it was perfectly fine because you weren't sure how to finish your rant.
"Oh goodness," he exclaimed as his left hand shot up to his mouth, "I do sound like some sort of kidnapper, don't I? My deepest apologies."
You bashfully chuckled at his sudden realization of his very forward offer.
"No, no, it's fine, Tom. It's just that this is my first time in London and not only do I have no idea of where I am going, but I am also not fond of getting in stranger's car, even if they are famous."
"Oh, so you do know of me?" He rhetorically asked. "I could tell you weren't from around here, so I thought that I might offer some help to a lovely lady."
Almost instantaneously you could feel your face become flush with a light shade of pink.
"Well, that's quite kind of you, but I'm sure you're a busy man who has much to do," You gently stated as you began to step to your left and would have continued on down the street if it weren't for the Englishman who politely stepped in front of you.
"Actually, I have the next few days off. If you don't want a ride, how about joining me for some coffee at this lovely little place?" He waved his hand to the minute café you had just exited.
You hesitantly gazed into the gorgeous blue eyes and momentarily lost yourself. Thankfully, you brought yourself back to reality in a relatively short time in order to answer him with a simple, "Why not," accompanied by a shrug.
Immediately, Tom's face lit up as though someone had just told him that he could meet Shakespeare. With his hand on the small of your back, he led you into the little shop.