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stupidthoughtsinwriting · 2 years

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An Untitled Tom Story

Hi, One this is my first post and I don't know much about tumblr and how this works as I'm still new. Two I wrote something that's been on my mind for months and I'm posting it here first to see if its any worth posting on Wattpad. Im very hesitant in posting this as i dont feel that comfortable writing something about a real person who is currently involved and engaged or showing anybody my work. But im very very happy for them, This story just formed in my head like a snowball at a top of a hill, and it just keeps getting bigger and bigger that i cant stop it from forming in my head. This story gives me a bit of comfort at times, and if it does the same to you that would make my year. I apologize for the long intro-ish thing. Please do share your thought unless their in the negative and do inform me if there is any inaccuracies that may occur. Enjoy and have a lovely day =)

Chapter 1

Tom

Food.

I need food.

As I enter a small café, the smell of pastries and coffee fill my nostrils. I have been stuck in meetings all day, with a light breakfast and lunch long forgotten, I’m famished. It’s late in the afternoon and I’ve gone to the nearest eatery I could find to fill my empty stomach. I’ll get a proper meal at dinner. Maybe takeaway? My stomach growls and I suppress a chuckle as I make my way to the service counter. The place is packed but there doesn’t seem to be a line for the counter.

“Good evening, I’d like a cuppa earl grey please and…” I lift my cap a bit to take a peek at the display case, looking at the delicious looking freshly baked goodies. “A croissant and those scones look good; I’ll take two please” I beam to the woman behind the counter as I point at the scones. The woman nods and puts in my order, I pay and procced to the other end of the counter and wait for my purchase. I take out my phone as I wait, looking through my notifications. A few emails and messages that need answering, I can do those while I eat. I pocket my phone when my meal is presented to me. I thank the server and look for a seat. The inside of the café is full and there doesn’t seem to be a vacant seat. I did see a few empty chairs on the way in, so I’ll get a seat out there.

Seated and starving, I munch in on my food. I take out my phone from my pocket as I swallow a bite of the croissant. I open my email and look at the inbox. A few notices, news, a bit of fan mail. Ohhh, Christian sent a digital copy of a draft of the script. I snicker at the note left on the subject. Yes, I have sent a hard copy. With some of your mail, I’ll drop it off later. I send a thank you and decide to read the draft later.

A scone, a croissant and half a cupper later, I’ve replied to a few emails and messages. The urge to read the draft is growing stronger and I finally concede. Thank God I have a lot of data as I still need to download the file. Once that’s done, I read the draft on the tiny screen of my phone.

Page 8. New scene. Seems like a good stopping point. Yes, let’s stop there. Okay. Yes, we’re stopping. We’re stopping from reading any further. Yes, we stop Now.

Brilliant. That was brilliant. The scene was utterly brilliant. It was gripping. The writing is so wonderfully done, I can practically feel the emotion the characters are expressing just from the writing alone. The details written is so exquisite and unique, the writers did a splendid job. That feels like an understatement. Superb? Better but not quite yet. Magnificent? Best thing I can up with at the moment.

I set my phone down and look at its surroundings. The last remaining scone in a small saucer and a half-finished cup of tea sit on the tray next to the phone, untouched since I opened Christian’s email. Food is once again forgotten. Ohh, the look on mum’s face if she sees what I’ve done. She’d be livid.

I shrug off the lingering thought of mum livid and the lecture that is sure to follow. My view moves to the busy street Infront of me. The pavements a bit crowded, filled with people having to go one place to another. Not a care in the world about the people around them.

There’s a hospital across the street, busy as ever. Ahhh, no wonder this little café is packed. It’s quite possibly filled with people wanting to get some food outside of the hospital cafeteria. There are people coming in and out. Some hurried, possibly rushing to get to a person inside the hospital. Some casually strolling in or out, adding to the foot traffic on the pavement.

There are people just passing by the hospital. Not giving the building full of sick people a second glance. A big lot of the crowd have their eyes glued to their phones or are in hurry to get to the place they need to be, it’s a bit easy to spot the ‘odd ones’ out. The ones taking their time and enjoying being where they are with the people they’re with or with what they’re doing. A couple passing by, hand in hand, looking at each other lovingly. A mother, holding her energetic son, possibly laughing at his antics as he makes silly faces. A group in their youths, just out of school, chuckling at jokes said. An elderly woman, carrying her bags of groceries, eager to get home to make supper. A man clutching a bouquet of flowers – a mix of roses, lilies and carnations- staring at the building in front of him, possibly hesitating to make the delivery to the person inside. He eventually goes in just as a gust of the wind blows through the city.

It’s nice. The warmth of the summer slowly leaving London and the early autumn breeze weaving its way through the buildings of the city.

I take a sip of the tea left in my cup while still looking at the street. I reach for a bite of the scone when I see someone crash into the elderly woman with the groceries, knocking a few things out of the bag and onto the street. I quickly set my cup down and rise from my seat to help the older woman. I reach the crosswalk and as I’m about to cross the street I halt and see a woman sprinting from inside the hospital, moving to help the older woman. My feet remain rooted to the pavement as I observe the scene playing across the street.

From what I can see from my side of the street, The younger woman, definitely younger, is beautiful. Odd thing to think but she is, every woman is. She has her nearly black, chestnut brown hair -although its lighter in the sunlight, perhaps a shade of golden bronze- in a loose braid, -But I can tell their curly- on her shoulder. Although I could only see half her profile, her sharp features stick out. She’s wearing a cream floral dress that ends just below her knees, with thin straps under a denim jacket, adding a burst of colour to her pale white skin. Her skin is a light shade of pale ivory leaning unto cream white, not sickly but bright and vibrant and with a hint of pink. She’s sporting white canvas sneakers, a good match for her outfit and highlights her pale thin legs. She’s tall, much taller than the older woman she’s trying to help. Jesus Christ Tom! What are you doing! Stop analyzing this poor woman! Stop being a creep. You are not sherlock for Christ sakes, leave that to Benedict. But she looks so lovely, like she came out of a story, a fairytale. Jesus Christ I’ve gone mental.

Pushing away the internal battle I’ve just had to the back of my mind, I see her -the younger woman- crouch down and pick up the fallen items. She’s tucked the back of her dress behind her knees, and as she stands up, the dress flows back down. She hands the items to the elderly woman with a soft smile and she looks past the older woman’s shoulder, to the direction of the bloke that knocked the older of the two women, brows furrowed, a pissed off expression painted on her face. She tried to look for the guy for a second, her search becoming unsuccessful, before turning back to the woman she’s helped -whom was arranging her bags- with a soft kind smile once again gracing her features. They chat for a bit before the younger of the two women gave the older a quick hug before parting ways.

The older of the two disappeared into the crowd but the younger stayed where she was. She was still eyeing the older through the crowd and checking if she would be fine and when she was satisfied, she let out a grin before looking out the crowded and busy street and turning back to the hospital.

It was brief but, for a split second I swear our eyes met. Just before she turns her heel towards the hospital, our eyes meet.

I snap back into reality and realize I’m still standing on one end of the crosswalk, staring at where the kind and stunning fairy tale woman stood. I walk back to my table to finish the bits left of the pastry and tea I bought.

I finish my tea and answer a few more messages I’ve received. This proving to be a much more difficult task as my mind is clouded with the kind woman, I decide to depart the teashop. I clean the table a bit, putting the cup and saucers on the tray and wiping the down the table. As I gather my belongings, the fairytale woman comes into view through my peripherals and head snaps towards her direction. She’s exiting the hospital again and it seems her departure seems a bit more permanent. She’s got a bag slung on her shoulder, books in hand and a man in scrubs to accompany her out. A wave of guilt and a bit of jealousy passes me at the thought of her being attached to someone and my thoughts of admiration may not be the most appropriate.

She’s also got a flower -a purple carnation, like the one the man with the bouquet had- tucked behind her ear, adding to the whole fairy tale effect. She’s already got a smile on her face but the bloke -who I’m assuming is a doctor- she’s with said something to make her laugh.

God she’s gorgeous. She’s beautiful with a smile let alone a laugh which makes her even more stunning. Jesus Christ Tom, what is going on with you.

Her laughter dies down and she says her goodbyes to the doctor with a hug. She turns from the doctor, towards the street, hails a taxi and leaves. The doctor eventually retreats back inside the hospital and I once again am staring at the pavement where a pretty woman stood.

I recover from my daze and finally get a grip on reality once again. I have got to stop staring. Christ.

I finish collecting my things and hail a taxi home for myself. I’ve got the read through for the new film tomorrow and party afterwards, so I need to get at least some rest. Once I’ve finally got a taxi, I get in, tell the cabbie my address. I’ve placed my head to lean on the window as my mind wanders.

Perhaps I’ll just order take away. What am I ordering anyway? The fairy tale woman is intriguing. What is she having for supper? She seems kind, caring and very beautiful. She looks like someone out of a book. Funny, one of the two books she was carrying was a children’s fairytale book. Funny. She also seems familiar. Jesus Christ, I’ve gone mental. Daydreaming about a woman I’ve never met nor will ever see again. A woman that may have a significant other. I mean the chances of seeing let alone meeting her again is very unlikely, so I have got to stop. But why does she seem familiar. Bullocks. I don’t even say bullocks. Jesus this woman is going to haunt me.

I’m driven away from my thoughts as I arrive home, the sudden halt of the taxi and the voice of the cabbie telling me were here, brings me back to the real world. How long was I deliberating what started out as supper? I pay the cabbie and exit the taxi. I walk up to the steps of my home and I can already hear the barking of my spaniel, eager for my arrival. I chuckle and quickly fish out my keys from my pocket and unlock the door. As soon as I step inside, I nearly topple over as Bobby jumps on me.

‘Alright, alright, hello to you to bobby’ I chuckle whilst petting the dog’s head. I stand from where I was crouching -the dog running back to the halls of the house- and drop my keys on the table planted next to the door. There’s mail on the table, mail that was not there when I left this morning.

I pick up the pile of papers, but the big manila envelope sticks out from the rest and catches my eye. I pick that up as well and head to the lounge, where I find bobby nibbling on a toy. I drop the bundle of papers on the coffee table, shrug off my coat and place it on the back of the sofa before plopping my self next to bobby.

My view covered by the arm draped over my head, I let out a breath. I’m clearly a bit more exhausted than I originally thought. I don’t see the dog’s attention move towards me and catches be my surprise when a wet, sandpapery tongue dampens the arm draped on my face. I remove said arm and the licking continues to my face. A chuckle once again escapes from me as I try to push away the beasts’ wet attack on my face. I wipe my face and rub the pups belly before sitting up properly to examine mail.

I pick up the big envelope first and notice a post-it stuck on.

I let myself in as you weren’t home yet. Can’t risk getting this in the wrong hands now can’t we

As promised a hard copy

They still had a few things to rewrite so you’ll get the full script at the read through. Got you this bit for now, should suffice

-C

I open the envelope to reveal the draft of the script I read earlier. It’s about maybe 20-25 pages thick, maybe more. Excitement and a plan bubbles over me as I skim through the pages before I set the thin book down and review the rest of the letters. A few bills, adds, fan mail and such and nothing special.

I stand from the couch and head to the kitchen while digging out my phone from my pocket. I replenish bobby’s water and give him his dinner before looking for the take away menus. Hidden where its always been, I dial the restaurants number while looking at the menu, picking out my meal. A thought comes back to me and I remember the fairy tale woman. How I pondered what would her meal this fine evening is. Why she looks familiar. Why she intrigues me.

I get taken from my daydreams once again when a voice coming from my device call me. I order my meal and pour myself a glass of Jameson as I wait and drown out my thoughts. I plan on waiting for my takeaway and eating said take away with a drink while reading the rest of the draft. This woman is weirdly consuming my thoughts and here’s to hoping that drink will help.

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