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*ping* I grab my phone and read the new notification
@twhiddleston : Seneca. "On the Shortness of Life". He knew a thing or two.
I smile, thinking about this little nerd and picture him in London with his book.
I write an answer to him :
@Marine "and now I picture you in your little garden, sitting in front of your table with a cuppa in hand and this book in the other @twhiddleston"
I put down my phone and grab my own book, lying in my deck chair.
*ping* Another tweet?
I put my book on my tight and grab my phone again. A DM? It must be Skye and another Sicilian adventure. *gasp* Whaaaaaaaat?
"Tom Hiddleston : how do you know? "
I re check the profile picture, the tag name... No I can't believe it.. Thomas William Fucking Hiddleston send me a DM? How can I reply?
" you: well I'm in my own garden, sunbathing, reading too but with a cold lemonade in a hand and Coriolanus in the other (but in French sorry) "
" TH: and how a French girl knows about my garden, my table, my chair, and my tea... "
Now you start to freak out :how to admit you saw, months ago, some pics of his house and you exactly know how his house is...
"you : maybe I have a good imagination... Do you talk always like this with some of your fans on Twitter Hiddleston?"
"TH: only with the ones who intrigues me! Where do you live in France? It's quite fair now you know where I live? "
" you:in the south-east! Under a big shiny sun and near the sea! Want a pic? "
You bite your lip, maybe you're a little too bold. The answer doesn't come fast enough for you and you're scared that you frightened him.
" TH: why not! I miss the warm Mediterranean sun"
You take a picture of your legs crossed on the deck chair and your book on your lap and send it to him.
"TH : nice legs! And you're really reading Coriolanus in French. I'm impressed"
"you : do you think we are all little girls without a brain Hiddleston? "
" TH: with what I see you're all but a little girl darling! "
" you : don't darling me sweetheart! Your turn! prove me you're not a cheesy lonely man who catch woman with your nerdy side"
"TH: nice try to have a pic from me... But ok... "
He sends you a pic of his hand holding his cup and the book set on his table. It's quite elegant and you sigh at the though it's just for you...
"TH: now you believe me?"
"you : good pic Hiddleston! Quite elegant just like you! "
You don't know what to say after that, but soon he send you another message.
"TH:so, you don't love my hat at Wimbledon?"
Seriously? He really wants to talk with you or he is very bored! You send him a selfie with your own hat, almost the same like him.
"you: This is how to wear a hat Hiddleston ! "
"you: well... You didn't have a hat head... Maybe just the horns... But how do you know... "
" TH: your twitter honey I can read it"
Oh fuck! Now you're doomed...
*@twhiddleston follows you*
Asdfghjk what?
"TH :now I follow you I can see what you write about me... So you're going to London in 6 days, right? "
Now you're red from head to toes...
" you : yes! I planned this for almost one year now I'm going to see Hamlet and visit London alone! "
" TH : it's a shame! Alone is so sad I know what I'm talking about! 6 days let me think.... "
He is not going to ask you to join him.. Nah you're a fool..
" TH: when is your flight? "
Shaking you answer :" the 14th at 8am. Stansted Airport. but why do you want to know? You're not going to pick me at the airport and take me around the city, are you? "
" TH : why not? I'm bored, you're alone and I think you pretty legs can carry you all around London with me! "
" you: well we'll see that when I will be in London! "
" TH: believe me! So the 14th at 8am! I'll be there with a backboard with your name upon it! "
" you : thank you for the daydream sweetheart! You're really the god of lies and Mischief! See you soon then "
" TH : Bye honey! See you at the airport "
You close the chat window and write a tweet :
"if it's all the same to you I'll have that drink now" *wink to you-know-who-you-are*
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Few days later you land in London. You're waiting for your luggage and pass the control. The airport gates open in front of you and you take a deep breath... You missed London since January and you' re quite excited to spend 5 full days in this town. You hope you will be not that shy to talk with English people and far more excited to go to the Barbican to see Hamlet. You open your eyes and you see a man with a black coat, a dark grey jeans and a white shirt holding a tiny backboard with your name..
No! It's impossible! You see his face and put your hand on your mouth.
In the front of the crowd, standing with the most beautiful smile, Tom Hiddleston himself. Your turn around to see if there is a camera for a TV show or something but no. He takes a few steps, grab your hand and say in a perfect French :
"Marine? C'est toi ? "
"oui ! Yes it's me.. I.. I.. Really can't believe you do it!"
"well honey I'm a man of his word."
He hands you his arm and says :
"Shall we go?"
And you smile :
"yes we shall"