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Always been you...

Author: @sabine-leo

Genre: Fluff, Friendship, Friends to lovers

Chapter: 1 / 6 (finished)

Wordcount: 2970

Summary: Since Toms´ sister Emma has been your friend since childhood, Tom was a part of your life for about 25 years now. Forming a deep and trusting friendship had been easy. You could count on each other no matter what. SO, when your flat got flooded Tom was the first to offer help and take you in.

But what will living together stir up?

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Chapter 1

„Absolutely not!“

Tom shook his head and stuffed the well-used, squeaky colourful pillow into a big suitcase.

“You can´t be serious, (Y/N)!”

He grabbed the next best thing he found and almost threw it at you when you said

“I´ll pretend it is a holiday… I am long overdue for one anyway!”

Toms’ arms shot upwards and he flopped down onto the sofa.

“You are NOT going to spend a fortune to live in a hotel.”

Starting to sound like a teenager in an argument with her parents you meekly retorted

“I won´t live in the Savoy or rent a Penthouse near the Chancery Lane…”

Tom sighed and let his arms drop.

“How long do you know me? How long have we been friends?” He asked and looked up.

“Do you want the exact number of years, months, weeks, days, hours and minutes? Because that might actually take me a while!”

“God, woman….” He rolled his eyes and stood, walked towards you.

“..lets just say you had the unfortune pleasure to see me with acne.”

Snorting, you looked at him and shrugged. “You grew out of it…”

Tom huffed and lifted an eyebrow. “Well, you grew into that stupid green shirt you always wore when having a sleepover with my sister…but it is in your suitcase anyway. That thing must be close to unraveling.”

Almost thrusting the suitcase close you looked at him sternly. “IT IS my favourite shirt after all and it really is NON of your business in what I do or do not sleep.”

Tom grabbed the two suitcases and started to walk towards the door.

“As long as we are clear that I won’t let you sleep in a hotel for as long as it takes to repair the water leak and get the whole flat dry again. AND…I really don´t care what you sleep in.”

“Tom, dammit!” You sighed annoyed.

His car beeped and opened the boot. Tom threw in the suitcases and turned towards you. Now with a charming smile on his face. “You´ll get the guestroom and I´ll get your cooking skills. I´d say this is a fair deal.” He walked to the passenger’s door and opened it. “Now, do you get in on your own or do I have to throw you in too?”

After two deep, calming breaths you locked your door to your ruined flat.

“You really are a pain in the ass, you know that Hiddleston?!”

Tom grinned and tilted his head.

“And you are stubborn and need to learn to accept help. I think we are well matched. Now get in the car and let me be your best friend for god’s sake.”

Starting to walk towards this tall fool of a friend you stopped when he did not get out of the way.

“Changed your mind?” You asked and looked up.

“Noo..” He huffed and hugged you. Softly he added. “Just let me be your friend…You´d do the same for me…have done to be precise.”

You hugged him back and sighed. “Your flat never had a water leak and turned into an indoor pool out of nowhere…”

Tom laughed. “No, but I had bad weeks, were I practically lived in the dressing room of a theatre. Your door was always open…sooo…” he drew out the last word and opened up the car door for you, still holding you close with his other arm.

Smiling into his chest you said “That was a million years ago…”

Tom grinned and leaned back a bit.

“Your math needs improving…We are friends for a while now, but a million years might be a wee bit of an exaggeration.”

Pinching his side, you ducked under his arm and climbed into his car.

“I´ll figure out the exact amount of years later…when I ruin your kitchen mad-baking a cake.”

Tom laughed out loud but sounded hopeful when he asked “Chocolate?” and sat down in the driver’s seat.

“Strawberry Chocolate!” You answered and he beamed like a child on Christmas morning.

“I might bribe the workers to ruin another water pipe…just to keep you living at my place for longer.”

“Pain in the ass! Why did I call for help again?” You groaned and Tom laughingly weaved into traffic.

Two days in, Tom stood in his living room staring at the ceiling and taking a deep breath. This wasn´t working. He shook his head and sighed before frowning towards the hallway where you currently hid in his guest room, too scared to live in his home and acting like a hermit who just bunkered down for hibernation. He had enough of it. With long strides he made his way down the hallway and without even bothering to knock he barged in.

You sat cross-legged on the Queen-size bed and just stared at him.

Tom grinningly took a leap and jumped face down onto the bed. It made you almost bounce off but surely let you throw your book up with a squeal. This tall goof of a man-child elegantly turned onto his side and smirked at you. “Hey there….roomie.”

“Tom!” You frowned at him. “I could have been…”

“What?” He interjected. “Avoiding your best friend?”

You swatted his side. “Am not…” But your face looked caught.

Tom huffed out a laugh and keeled you over to lay besides him. You squealed inaudible and tried to get comfortable facing him on your side. “Are you done throwing me off balance?” You asked.

“Depends. Are you done hiding out in this room and start living with me in the whole of the house?!”

“I didn´t want to bother…” Tom covered your mouth with his big hand before you could finish this sentence. “You will not finish that thought. His face was close and he really did look stern. “You are not and never will be a guest in this house. Do as you wish. Blimey, throw your stuff around in the living room. Leave your toothpaste open on the sink. Eat the last piece of chocolate I hid in the fridge. Rearrange my books. Dance in your underwear through the kitchen while making me breakfast.” Tom grinned when your eyes shot darts his way. He let his hand slide off your mouth and got out of bed. “You will never let me live that last one down, will you?!”

With a shake of his head, he walked out. “Nope.” He popped the p. Tom left the door wide open and his voice, still teasing, made you blush with his next sentence. “God, you looked hot swinging that spatula. Had you really forgotten that I was sleeping in your guestroom?”

Groaning you fell face first into the pillow. And threw it out of the room in the next instant. It dared to smell like Toms cologne from him just laying there for 3 minutes.

“There we go. See, I know you could cause chaos in my home…” His grinning face reappeared in the open doorframe. “On second thought, don´t leave the toothpaste open on the sink. I hate that. But I am all up for underwear breakfast.” His eyes got big when he saw you scrambling out of bed.

“Uh oh!” He laughed and made a run for it.

“Hiddleston.” You exclaimed “You are a pain in my rear!” and gave chase.

Tom, fast as he was, already stood pressed against the wall next to the hall and caught you mid run. He lifted you up with ease and laughingly wrapped you into one of his all-engulfing hugs.

“Now, (Y/N), can we start being roommates?”

You nodded against his chest. “Sorry I was avoiding you…”

“Just don´t do it again. We practically grew up together. You are the one constant in my life I don´t want to lose.”

His words hit home. You held him closer for a second and he smiled into your hair.

Your mood was down the drain today. You had been on the phone with the several contractors for over 3 hours and your landlord hogged the line for another hour and a half. It seemed there was an absolute shortage of workers and material due to shipping problems. Also, they found mould in half your flat. The leakage had been there for a while before the pipe had burst completely. Half way into your conversation with the insurance company your head hit the desk. You didn´t even notice that Tom came back from his meeting. He lifted an eyebrow when he saw your head on his desk but got the gist of the why in your next exasperated answer.

“No, I am not staying in a hotel at the moment….I know that the flat is uninhabitable. I am not there either. NO, I am not in a hotel. Yeah, I know I can´t live in my flat unless I want to catch whatever the mould will throw at my health…I…I…could you listen fo…”

Tom leaned his shoulder against the doorframe and crossed his arms in front of his chest. No way he would let you move back into that place. It was a nice flat but old and now it seemed like it´d be a health risk without complete restauration.

“Why I called? WHY I CALLED?” You nearly yelled into the phone. “I tried to ask if my insurance covers the transfer of my belongings into storage…. THANK YOU!” You put the phone on the desk and exhaled loudly.

“Not going well, is it?” Tom asked softly and pushed himself away from the doorframe.

Slowly you lifted and shook your head agreeing to his statement.

“How bad is it?” Tom asked softly and hunched down before your chair, holding onto your calves with his big hands looking up into your eyes. The contact, the soft look in his eyes it almost was too much. You tried to control your breath and the tears that wanted to overflow.

“Some of my stuff is ruined. My new landlord is trying to get me to sign something that he is not accountable for any health risks I may have been exposed to. I am practically homeless as he can´t guarantee that I´ll be able to move back in after a complete restauration. At least not to the normal rent I paid till now…”

Toms´ face fell and he started rubbing your calves.

“Oh darling, I am so sorry.”

“I´ve lived there for what…15 years now?”

“It was a nice flat…A lot of memories live there.” Tom answered into your thoughts.

“And now they have mould.” You whined but then started to cry-giggle.

Tom snorted, amazed that you tried to joke about it already. He stood, tugged you up and into his arms. “They do not.” He said half laughing. “They live inside you and some of them in me…mould free.” He grinned and kissed the top of your head.

You snivelled into his shirt but laughed. Tom rubbed your back soothingly while he continued

“Do you need to make more phone calls? Can I help in any way? And just if you need me to say it out loud. You are not homeless (Y/N). You can live here as long as you can stand my company. We can look into rent advertisements…anything you want or need. I´ll help.”

This only made your eyes well up again. He really was the best friend you could ask for.

“Thank you, Tom.” You hugged him close for a moment longer.

“Now...” He started and leaned back to look at you. “…let me take your mind off of this mess.”

To your inquiring eyebrow he just wiggled his and let you go.

“I´ll cook up something and we´ll have a movie night.”

“Hiddleston. Do you want us to slide from one mess into another? I´ll cook, you can look pretty while opening up a bottle of wine!”

Toms´ eyes got big but he started to laugh. “Hey, Punk! I can do more than just look pretty.” He played hurt. “I can at least hand you…what is the thing called you cook in?”

“A pot?!” You answered deadpan.

Tom grinned. “Yes, that. Come on Punk. I´m hungry.” He pulled his dress-shirt out of his pants and started to unbutton it. Seeing his beginning striptease in the corner of your eye you teased

“So nice of you to be my henchman in underwear…” and walked into the kitchen.

Tom belled out a laugh. “It was youwho said I should look pretty.” He tossed the shirt onto a chair and followed you into the kitchen. His dress pants hugged his rear when he turned around to lean on the countertop, flexing his biceps while crossing his arms above his wide chest. The grin on his face was telling. He really tried to take your mind off of the mess.

“Thomas.” You said in your most adult voice. “Go, grab a t-shirt. This is distracting.”

Tom grinned and answered cockily. “And I do still wear my pants…”

He laughed out loud when you just pointed a finger towards his bedroom. Slowly he pushed himself off the countertop and sighed. “No appreciation for the art that woman.”

“HEY!” You squeaked loudly when he swatted your behind with a kitchen towel before making a run for his room.

Tom rolled down from the couch to lie on the floor, rubbing his belly.

“Blimey, I am full.”

Laughing you looked down on him from your spot on the couch. “You stuffed your face, Tom. It´s a miracle that you did not drift off into food-coma.”

Tom grinned. “I blame you and your cooking skills!”

“Nah-ah. I oppose this statement.” You stretched out and mirrored his position.

“You oppose my compliment that you are one hell of a cook?” came from the floor.

Rolling onto your side to look down on him again you answered. “No, doofus! But I am not to hold accountable for what you put in your mouth.”

Tom started to laugh out loud and grabbed your waist.

“Noo no no noooo Tom!” You squeaked, but it was too late. He already pulled and made you fall off the couch, half on top of him. “Ufff” he grunted and laughed, tucking you against his side.

“Get comfortable. We might not get up so soon.” He grinned.

“I was comfortable ON your couch you man-child.”

Tom looked into your eyes with sparks of mischief coming out of his blue orbs. “Maybe, but I was lonely down here.”

“How did I get through the last…25 years with you as a friend?” You asked swatting his chest.

“You love me… that’s how!” Tom said with absolute self-confidence…and a sweet grin on his face.

“Stop being so darn cute Hiddleston. That charm does not work on me anymore.”

Tom grabbed a pillow from the wingchair behind him and got comfortable.

“Too bad…really.” He closed his eyes with a smile on his face. Keeping you in his arms.

After that night on Tom’s floor the both of you began to actually live together and find a rhythm that made it easy for him and you. Since there was no going back to your flat, Tom had helped you by packing up your belongings and take the things you needed most into his house.

The busted pipe really had done a thorough job to your flat. 3 Rooms were full of mould from extended water exposure. And then there was the complete ruin of a wall - after the pipe finally had burst- which had ruined your bedroom.

Tom cleared the guestroom from anything it didn´t need to store and declared it to be (Y/N)´s room. Complete with popping a bottle of sparkly wine in a hilarious ceremony for which he had dressed in his best tuxedo.

Thinking back to the day you had met the teenage version of him made you smile when you lay in your newly christened room that night. You and his sister Emma had been -and still were- very good friends. Going to the same school, having regular sleepovers, living through your awkward teenage years together formed friends for live. Tom became part of that friendship somewhere along the way. 5 years your senior he had teased you and Emma relentlessly but never failed to be there when things went south or one of you needed help.

A soft knock on your door made you lift your head.

“Are you sleeping?” Tom whispered standing in the doorframe.

“Yes. Go away.” You said grinning but turned on the little night lamp.

Tom, dressed in a soft blue shirt and boxershorts smiled audible. “Make some room.” He scrambled next to you and sat leaning against the headrest. “You ok?” His voice was soft and quiet.

“Yeah, I think I am.” You smiled at him and propped yourself up too. “I was just thinking about the time you made me ace my Shakespeare paper.”

Tom started to laugh. “Oh boy, that was for you’re A Level, right?”

You nodded and offered him a sweet smile.

“After that we became friends…not only acquaintances because of my sister.” Tom’s voice laced with memories was something else. “Reading Shakespeare with you was no hardship.” He smiled towards you.

“No hardship? You drilled it into me 3 days and nights without pause!”

Tom laughed out loud. “I did not need to drill it into you. It was already there. I just had to tickle the depth of meaning in.” He grinned sweetly. “I actually was impressed how you -5 years my junior- could so easily follow my thoughts and the analytics I JUST made for my degree in classics.”

Tom nudged your shoulder with his and smiled. “You do have a bright head on those shoulders.”

Huffing you rolled your eyes.

“Bright and beautiful.” He added and lifted his arm for you to come nestle against him.

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