Mrs. Hiddleston

Chapter 7

Mrs. Hiddleston
Chapter 7

"I'll go now." Tom gave you a soft kiss on the forehead and then left.

You were accustomed to the little kisses on the forehead by now. You were okay with him kissing you as long as it wasn't on the lips.

Sleep did not come easily that night. You were scared and worried. The time went painfully slow and you couldn't wait til morning came. Finally though, after staying awake for hours, you fell asleep.

When sun gleamed through the window, warming your shoulder, you knew that it's morning, but you didn't open your eyes yet. You didn't get much sleep and you felt very tired. You just lied in the bed, enjoying the warmth of the sun on your skin. After some time you started feeling someone's eyes on you. You opened your eyes very slowly, letting them adjust in the bright light. You saw Tom sitting in front of your bed. Only then you realized that he was holding your hand. Your eyes darted to your hand in his and then back to his face.

"Good morning, darling," he said softly,
"How did you sleep?" Your eyes wandered around in the room. The IV drip was gone.
"Good, I guess. What's the time?"
"It's 11:15am," Tom replied.
"What time did you come?" you asked him.
"Circa 9am," he answered.
"And all this time you sat here?" You were surprised.
"Yes." You were still tired, but you didn't want to fall asleep, because you were afraid that if you did, Tom would leave. Tom noticed your worry.

"Sleep," he said. His voice was low and smooth, almost lullying you to sleep.
"I'm not going anywhere," he promised. He stroked your hair softly and you closed your eyes, falling asleep soon after.

When you woke again, you were alone. Tom was not with you. This made you anxious and you got out of the bed. There was a tray with food on the little table next to the bed.

"Darling, you're awake!" You turned around and saw Tom entering the ward.
"Where were you?" you asked softly, not wanting to accuse him for leaving.
"I'm sorry I left. I had to make a phone call," he explained. He gave you a small peck on the cheek. Before you could say anything else, dr. Johnson came in.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Hiddleston. How are you feeling today?" she asked you.
"Good."
"No headaches or dizziness?"
"No."
"Okay. Then I think you can go home now. You still have a small fever, but it will go away in a couple of days. Just remember to drink lots of water. If, however, the fever should go up again or you feel headache, dizziness or nausea, please come back immediately."
"Okay," you said and nodded.
"Remember, your next doctor's appoitment is next week on Monday," she reminded you and you nodded.
"Thank you, dr. Johnson," Tom said politely.
"Until next time. Take care." Dr. Johnson left.

"Can we go.......home...now?" you asked. To call Tom's apartement home, seemed weird. In your mind your home was that little house in Florida, where you used to live with your parents.
"Eat your lunch first," Tom said softly.
You sat behind the table and started eating your soup. It was still hot.
When you were done with eating, Tom helped you into your coat and you walked towards the main doors.
When you exited, you were immediately blided by flashing cameras and you tried to shelter your eyes with your hand, but it didn't help. There were so many people and they were all squealing.

"Mrs. Hiddleston, is it true that you have a memory loss?" a reporter asked you as she tried to get closer to you.

"When will you start directing again, Mrs. Hiddleston?" another asked.

"Mrs. Hiddleston, your fans are very worried for you. Can you give them few words of encouragement to calm them?" You were looking around, absolutely shocked. Tom pulled you closer to him in a protective manner. Several security guards came and forced the crowd to step back.

"This way," someone said and you turned your head to see a man in a gray sweater. You and Tom followed him back to the hospital. Tom's grip was firm on your waist as you walked through the hospital corridors.

"How did this happen?" Tom asked the man, "How did they know we were here?" He was very angry.

"We don't know, but I'll promise you this won't happen again," the man said.
"No, it won't." Tom's voice sounded threatening. It made you shiver with fear. He sensed it.

"Don't worry, love, we're going home now," he said with a soft soothing voice.
You stopped in front of a back door, only used by the hospital staff.

"Your jaguar is waiting behind that door. Get in and drive home," the man said as he opened the door with a key. But as soon as he opened it, a group of girls started squealing.

"Step back, Mr. and Mrs. Hiddleston are leaving," the man said. The girls made just enough room for you and Tom to get to the car. Tom held you close to his body as you stepped out.

"Hi, Mrs. Hiddleston," one of the girls called.
"Can I please get an autograph," another girl asked politely, trying to hand you paper and pen. She was a lot younger than the others, maybe 10 or something like that. You looked at the girl, wanted to give her the autograph she so politely requested, but you didn't know how to write your autograph.

"Y/N, get in the car," Tom said, pulling at your wrist gently. That's, when you decided. You pulled your hand free from Tom's grasp and took the paper and pen from the girl.

"What's your name?" you asked the girl. You had seen celebrites doing this in TV.
"Lisa," she answered with a huge smile.

'To my lovely friend, Lisa!
Love, Y/N.'

You just wrote your old autograph on it and then gave the paper back to Lisa.

"I'm sorry, I forgot how to do my autograph, so I wrote my old autograph here," you explained. She giggled and said,
"Thank you so much, Mrs. Hiddleston. I love you!"

"Come now," Tom said and you let him lead you to the car. He opened the door for you and you sat in. Tom went to the other side and sat behind the wheel. He started the car and waited til the fangirls got out of the way; then pressed the gas pedal and sped away.

Your hands were in your lap, you kept your eyes on the road. You didn't dare to look towards Tom. He was in a very bad mood. He was angry at the press. But then he took your hand in his making you jump at the sudden touch and you looked at him. He looked calm, but worried.

"Are you all right, Y/N?" he asked softly. He made slow circles with his thumb on your hand. His touch was warm and soothing.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you replied and looked back at the road. Tom still held your hand for a while, before letting go. Rest of the drive was quiet.
When you finally got home, you went straight to the room that Tom had said was your office. You haven't seen it yet. You weren't ready before and you were still not sure if you were ready to see it, but you had questions and you wanted answers.
Your mouth dropped, when you entered. Your office was a lot bigger than you thought. There was a large desk with a computer on it in the corner. There were few shelves and stacks of papers everywhere! Printer was next to the table on the ground and pencils scattered all over the floor. This whole place was a mess! On the shelf you noticed a framed photograph. A picture of your parents. It was next to the Oscar. A prize you had won. You heard Tom enter the room; you turned around and asked,

"Who am I?"