Imagine seeing Tom in London

"OMG! This is amazing", you squealed as you span around, snapping pictures frantically as you ran around Trafalgar square. You and your friend had finally saved up enough money to visit London, and had already spent the morning sightseeing, visiting the London Eye, as well as sight seeing all the different locations they filmed Harry Potter and Sherlock in. Now you were sat in a quiet coffee shop around Covent Gardens, taking pictures of the people passing by. Almost immediately your Instagram feed started to go crazy over the last picture you posted. Curious, you opened it up and looked at the comments as they came in think and fast. "OMG! No way! I'm so jealous right now". "I spy a god ;)". "Have you met him!?!?! :D". "Shakespeare in the park?!". You frowned and looked at the picture, almost squinting as the sun came out to try and figure what they were all fussing about. "Oh my god, Y/N look!", you friend whispered frantically to you as the tapped your hand trying to get your attention. No sooner had they said it when your eyes widened in shock and immediately shot up to look in the exact place you'd been looking when you took the photo. At the coffee shop across the road, sat in the shade with a book in his hand reading was the 'god' himself, only Tom Hiddleston! Your heart leapt in your chest, and you followed suit, jumping out of your seat. "Tom!", you shouted excitedly as you ran across to meet your idol. "Y/N stop!", your friend screamed at you. Tom looked up from where he was sat as you ran across the road to him, only for him to shout no at you, throwing his book aside as he leapt from his seat. Everything seemed to slow, and you wondered why, but the sudden screeching of tires made your blood run cold. You looked to the side of you, the front of a bus heading straight for you, panic on the drivers face as he tried to control the bus. He tried to swerve to avoid you, mounting up the curb, but you were rooted on the spot in fear. You didn't hear or feel anything as the corner of the bus hit you, sending you flying through the air backwards, your head smashing onto the concrete. All you could see was the harsh blue sky between the buildings with the strong taste of iron in your throat as you began to bleed. At first it felt peaceful, lying there dazed, almost as if it was a dream. Then, a faint dull throbbing started at the back of your head, getting heavier and heavier until it hit you like a wave. Your world instantly erupted into a world of noise and pain. You screamed, hoping it would go away, but it didn't, it only got worse. You couldn't move, all you could hear was the horrified screams of passers by and the smell of iron and burnt rubber. "Call an ambulance, quickly!", you heard someone shout as you struggled to keep your eyes open, panicking. "No, come on lovely. Stay with me sweetie, come on!", someone said above you as your eyes closed for a fraction of a second. You fired them back open again as your vision cleared, two faces fuzzing in and out of focus. The far one was crying hysterically, looking as if they were going to be sick. The one closest to you seemed familiar, but you couldn't think why. "Hello lovely, can you hear me? What's your name?", the man said gently, but with a hint of urgency in his voice. "Y/N", you manage to say, your lungs hurting to breath or even speak. "Y/N, stay with me. Okay, you've had an accident, but don't worry. You're going to be okay", he said reassuringly, trying to keep his voice calm. "Don't I know you", you muttered looking up at him, focusing on his beautiful blue eyes as they stared wildly down at you. "Yes, I'm Tom Hiddleston. You recognised me and tried to see me but you got hit", he said smiling as best he could, trying to stay calm as he kept glancing around frantically. "Get an ambulance here now!", he shouted loudly at someone as you tried to lift your head up to look around. Your whole body erupted into pain, and your screamed in agony, scrunching your eyes tight as you collapsed back onto the floor, but not before you caught sight of all the blood. Your breathing was fast and ragged now, as Tom tightly grasped your hand, his other gently across the side of your face, keeping you from turning it. "Y/N, you need to look at me and not move okay? Just focus on me, alright", he said sharply, his eyes leaking tears down his cheeks. "I'm sorry Y/N, I can't look, I-", you friend said next to you, before quickly cutting themselves off and turning away, the sound of puking closely following. Breathing was difficult now, and as much as you tried, you couldn't move at all now, each limp dead and full of pain. You were crying now, but even that hurt, as you couldn't even think about what to say, who your parents even wore, or even who that person was who knew your name but kept puking whenever she looked at you. "No, no Y/N, stay with me!", Tom said firmly, squeezing your hand tighter as your eyes began to droop. "I'm ... sorry...", you managed to say with shallow ragged breaths, struggling to keep your eyes open on his. "Y/N, help is coming, just please, hang on", Tom said, trying to give you hope. You looked into his beautiful perfect face, his cheekbones sharp as ever, his wide smile trying to help you, with his tear stained cheeks and worried eyes looking down at you. You tried to smile and squeeze his hand, but your fingers didn't move. You tried to breath, but your lungs took in no air. All you could do was look into Tom's face. "Tom...", you choked, struggling to make any sound as your vision around him struggled to stay focused. "I love you, and... I'm just ... so ... h-happy ... to have ... met you", you said weakly, struggling to speak. "Don't speak like that Y/N. You're going to be fine. I love you too", Tom said, panic in his eyes as your eyelids struggled to stay open, your breathing hoarse. "Y/N, stay with me. Y/N. Y/N!", he shouted, now shaking you by the shoulders, but you couldn't hear him as your eyes glazed over and you were gone. Your friend erupted into hysterics, throwing herself down onto the floor breaking down into tears as onlookers watched, saddened and shocked. Tom didn't move, his hands still holding you tightly, his tear filled eyes fixed on yours, sitting still, frozen in shock, before he gently covered your eyes and closed them, holding you in his arms.