I have 3 hours to find a dress.

THREE FUCKING HOURS.

Not to mention, tonight is my parent's last night here in London and I'll be spending it with Tom.

At a movie premiere.

EXCUSE ME WHILE I GO FREAK OUT.

"Kris! KRIIIIISSSS!" I run throughout our flat, looking in every room. She's nowhere to be found. I dial her phone after sending three texts to it. I hold for five rings before hanging up.

Where the fuck is she? I think to myself. I have 6 hours until the biggest night of my life - until our debut - yet she has seemed to have fallen off the face of the earth.

Never to be seen again. I even checked the calendar, since next week is finals week before the winter term is over, but still nothing.

I call my mom, hoping she's heard from Kris. "Hello dear, how are you?" She asks, her voice sounding every bit of tired.

"Good, good." I pause, breathing heavily. "Okay, not really. Mom, I need you to help me go shopping. Like now." It didn't take any more convincing because within a half hour, my mom was downstairs in a car waiting to hit the shops.

"So what's the big occasion?" My mom began digging into her purse, later powdering the tip of her nose. I swear her accent has gotten stronger since I left to study here 7 months ago. "Tom asked me to be his date for his premiere tonight." My eyes find the window, avoiding the much-needed eye contact.

I feel a hand on my arm, gentle and soft. Freshly manicured. " Oh niña, fantastico!" Her Spanish accent growing stronger with every word. "I knew you two were together,” she said matter-of-factly. So motherly, she is.

"So I need to find a dress, which Kris was suppose to help me with but I can't contact her." My mom grabs her phone, showing it to me. A text message from Kris read:

Lo siento. I have to take my finals early since I'll be heading to RADA next semester. I forgot to tell Marie, so if you see her, please let her know that I'll see her later!

Well that explains a lot.

We pull up to a shop called 'Fairy Goth Mother' on Lamb Street. I've always wanted to shop there so today I'm testing my luck.

Goal #1: Find the dress of amazingness for the premiere.

Goal #2: Make Tom's jaw drop.

Goal #3: Seduce Tom.... and succeed.

Now since this is a Steven Spielberg film, I need something sophisticated yet sexy. No prints. Something solid color with an accent. That shouldn't be too hard to find.

Right when we entered the boutique, amongst all the corsets, petticoats and lingerie, I spotted the cutest red dress with 50's flare. "How about that one, mom?" She takes one look, her eyes lighting up.

"Try it on. Now." We jolt over to the rack, searching for my size - UK 12. I pull the dress off the rack, heading to the nearest and most vacant dressing room.

"Ay dios mio, niña. You look gorgeous." I walk out of the room, wearing the red colored, black flower accented, dress. I stand in front of the mirror, trying to comprehend how I look. I never once in my life thought I ever looked beautiful.

Until now.

Jeez, I hope I feel this way (times a million) on my wedding day. It feels good to look good and I can't wait to see the look on Tom's face when he sees me walking that red carpet next to him, arm in arm. I had to get this dress. I NEEDED this dress.

Tom looked absolutely incredible. His overgrown brown hair tucked behind his ears, his beard freshly manicured and that suit, the blackest black I've ever seen finished off with a bowtie.

Ungh.

"Marie, words cannot express...." the way he looks at me, like I'm some fallen angel is beginning to make me feel a little, out of my zone. "I'm the luckiest gent in London. Stunning, just...stunning." I can now say that I've seen Tom, a man of many words, completely flustered. It's too adorable to handle.

I walk closer to him, grabbing my clutch off the table, my heels making noise as I hit the floor beneath me. "Tom Hiddleston, you work that bowtie better than Matt Smith from Doctor Who." He leans back in laughter, Kris clapping her hands saying, "Ain't that the truth!"

My mom and dad, sitting there was not understanding the reference.

Before we head to the car waiting outside, I hug my parents goodbye. "Have a safe flight, I'll miss you tons," My mom hugs me tightly, her eyes filling with tears. My dad, holding back tears, kisses my cheek, turning to Tom.

"Take care of my daughter, Tom." He says in the midst of shaking his hand. Tom smiles at me then nods, his perfectly posh accent confidently reassuring my father. "I will try to love your daughter as much as you do."

Tom leans in and whispers something to my dad, something I can't hear but it makes both men in my life, smile.

Tom opens the door, places his hand on my back, leading me out into the hallway before making our way to our chauffeur.

We're doing this. I thought. We're officially becoming official.

"Are you ready, dear?" Tom's breath crawls over my face as he whispers in my ear. I look into his bluest of eyes and plant a soft kiss on his lips. "Let's do this.

He walks over to the other side of the car, those brief 5 seconds the door was open all I could hear was screams and cheers. He opens my door, his hand protruding through, assisting me out of the car.

Lights everywhere. Flashes blinding my eyes. Screams extremely loud, mostly of female fans that are just as excited to see Tom as anyone else.

Tom grabs my hand, squeezing tightly, as we're lead to the red carpet where even more camera flashes blind us. Chants and demands of "Tom!" compile, both of us posing for a few shots before Tom is asked to pose alone.

I guess this is what it's like to be with an actor.

I meet Tom at the end of the red carpet after he's finished taking photos and signing autographs, noticing that once he gets to me, almost every female at the premiere, gives me the stink eye. It was like Tom had this army of raging, hormonal fan girls who'd kill any women that got in the way of their dream of being Mrs. Hiddleston.

I was a bit scared but nonetheless Tom reassured me everything was okay when he kissed me just before entering the theatre.

Suck it fan girls.

War Horse, directed by the amazing Steven Spielberg, was absolutely amazing. I cried. I'm not going to lie. The fact that Tom died in the first 15 minutes wasn't the reason but it was the ending. I mean - it's impossible for me to not cry when an animal is involved so there were a few tears shed.

I even remember glancing over at Tom to see his eyes were unusually watery, like they were also filled with tears.

"Thank you for this amazing experience Tom," I say walking out of the theatre, hand in hand. "They'll be plenty more, my love." He removes his hand from mine, only to wrap it around my waist.

"I love you," he whispered into my ear, his breath warm and inviting. "I love you too," my words echoing through the crowd.

This is all too good to be true. I mumble to myself just before sliding into the car. How can I, a normal girl studying abroad here from the States, meet a man like Tom and fall completely head-over-heels in love?

It's like a fairytale, one that starts out perfect but ends horribly. Now I know I should be grateful, I am but life isn't this perfect. People aren't this perfect.

Tom can't be this perfect.

In two weeks, I'll be spending Christmas with Tom's family. I'll be meeting his mom, his sisters, all of his relatives but with the thoughts of Tom's perfection driving me insane.

Hell, I've already gone crazy just thinking about it. What am I going to do when his family interrogates me or looks down upon me? Surely, they can't be like him, can they? They must have faults and their own opinions of me already.

I need to calm myself before I wreck myself emotionally. This is what it feels like to be realist or I guess, a pessimist.

If anything is wrong with this relationship, it's me.

I'm the downfall of everything good and it's because of me, I'm afraid this relationship is doomed to fail eventually.