8 a.m. JFK airport

“Why did you tell Bill?” Allison asked Tom about when he blabbed to Bill about their ‘proposal’. “Just for a practice run.”

The two of them were sitting in the airport, waiting to go through security and for their plane to arrive. They’ve been sitting there for the past hour and a half, mostly in silence. Tom was busy typing away on his iPhone, with work related things Allison figured. After Tom made his little plea to her yesterday in his office, she has been really thinking the situation through.

Why should I pretend to be engaged to this ass after the way he has treated me? After these 2 years of constantly being put down on every little thing I do, and he marches in my life asking me to do the most impossible task for him like he was expecting me to accept. Ugh. I just can’t even…

Allison hands clinched the sides of the chair she was sitting in next to Tom, her anger at the current situation getting more obvious. Well maybe to some people, but not him, still fiddling with his phone.

She began grinding her teeth, still thinking about the predicament.

I won’t do this. I can’t and will not. No way. She looked up at the clock located right above them, 8:13 a.m.

I can still get away. Maybe if I pretend to go to the restroom, and then flee. He wouldn’t even notice for a while, until they call for our flight to go. Our plane doesn’t leave until 9:45 anyways. Hell, he doesn’t even notice me sitting right here, I could take all of my things with me and we wouldn’t fucking notice.

“Miss Smith, would you be a dear and go fetch me some coffee. You know what I like.” Tom requested from her, still looking at his phone.

Oh yes. A swift kick in the groin, I bet you would love that.

Allison didn’t move. She sat in the chair, her hands still grasping the armrests, slightly shaking now. Tom looked over her way briefly. “You haven’t forgotten have you? After getting my coffee for me every morning now for the past year and a half I would think that’s one thing you would have remembered from your work, even if you did forget other vital information every now and then about other things.”

Oh, so now he is criticizing me about my coffee memory and my job. Arrogant douche.

30 seconds later and no reply from her, he sighed. “Am I going to have to remind you? It’s a grande iced….”

“I KNOW!” Allison yelled. Tom finally put his phone down and looked up at her, now standing up out of her chair. A young couple and a few others who sat near to where they were glanced their way, giving them looks of concern and annoyance. Tom just looked at her with a look of confusion. “Darling…people are staring…” Tom whispered urgently.

“Don’t you even start…don’t you darling me you piece of shit.” Allison looked down at him, seething.

“You always had a way with words, Miss Smith.”

“Well, you are not going to have to deal with my ‘way of words’ any longer. Because I am leaving, I am not going to go through with this!” Allison huffed and started gathering her bags from the floor.

“Why the sudden change of heart?” Tom asked, obviously confused at the situation.

“Oh trust me darling, my heart was not in this at all. No part of me. You are going to have to find some other stupid girl to kneel to your every command because I am not the one!” Allison had all four of her bags and suitcases awkwardly placed on her shoulders and in her hands, and started towards the exit.

“Wait now Miss Smith, I don’t think you want to do this.”

She wasn’t listening, and still trudged forward.

“Miss Smith! Aren’t you forgetting who signs your paycheck?!”

Allison stopped in her tracks, still turned away from him.

“Are you…threating me Mr. Hiddleston?” He obviously had gotten very angry very suddenly, which just made Allison even angrier.

He shouldn’t be the one who is mad; I deserve to be mad at him!

It was silent for a few seconds. She was considering just walking out, on him, and her career that she has worked so hard to get.

“Yes.”

Allison turned around. He had a hard look in his eyes, almost as though he was holding back the pain he was feeling at her leaving. But mostly all she saw was anger and hate. “Look, I’m sorry.” He bluntly apologized.

“Wow, how heartfelt. I think I will just marry you right here on the spot!”

“Oh you are so hard to deal with you know, I think you live to give me headaches on a daily basis.” Tom groaned, rubbing his eyes.

Allison’s mouth opened slightly, she couldn’t believe what he was saying.

“I give YOU headaches. Well join the damn club.”

Tom sighed. “What can I do? I already promised you a free vacation, and a pay raise.”

Allison stared at him for a bit, looking him up and down. His hair was a mess, his loose curls sticking at different angles all over his head, his eyes looked tired as if he didn’t good a good night sleep, and hasn’t in a while. His jacket was wrinkled and his tie hung crookedly around his neck.

Man, he looks like crap. But the good kind of crap. The kind of crap you would want to bang against your…no. No no no NO.

Allison looked away blushing slightly. “Um…well…”

She looked back into his eyes, he suddenly looked attentive. As if he noticed the sudden change of her demeanor.

“Well?”

She looked down at him once again and noticed his pants were unzipped.

“Hah!” She muffled her laugh with her hand.

“What is so bloody funny?!” he demanded.

Allison suddenly got an idea.

“I know one thing that you can do that will convince me to come with you and be your pretend fiancée.” Allison smiled.

“And what would that be?” Tom growled.

Allison grinned. “On your knee.”

“Pardon?”

“You heard me, if you want me to be your fiancé, Mr. Hiddleston; then you must ask me properly. Now like I said before, on your knee.”

Tom looked around the waiting area. “People are going to see.” He huffed.

“And?” Allison raised her eyebrows.

Tom looked around again, and sighed heavily. He slowly bent down and finally was on one knee, looking up at Allison with hard eyes.

A few people who were walking by stopped to watch the spectacle unfold. A guy from behind Tom wolf whistled in their direction.

Tom grimaced as he quickly asked, “Miss Smith, willyoumarryme?”

“What was that? Sorry I didn’t hear.” Allison’s grin was even bigger than before.

“Don’t play with me, you heard.”

“Oh Tom, you wouldn’t want to be turned down in front of all these lovely people now would you?”

He looked around and saw the crowd was getting bigger. He thought he might as well get this over with before the whole damn airport decided to watch.

“Miss Smith, will you do me the honor and be my wife?”

Allison waited a few more seconds, just enjoying seeing him like this in front of her. “If I must.”

A thunderous round of applause and clapping followed as Tom hastily got up from his position.

“Now are you going to finally agree to do this for me?” Tom asked apprehensive and obviously annoyed that she made him propose to her in front of a crowd.

“Well I suppose so. After I put you through that, I couldn’t possibly say no.” She smirked and started back to where they were sitting before. Just as she was passing Tom, she whispered in his ear, “Next time you get down on your knee make sure your zipper is closed. Just for my eyes sake.”

His eyes widened and looked down. He hurriedly zipped his pants up, straightened his jacket, cleared his throat, and made his way back to Allison; ignoring the loving glances he got from people who stood nearby.