Unscripted Love • A Tom Hardy fanfic

Chapter 66

Fiona and Tom arrived at their scheduled time to walk the red carpet for Lawless's press conference that was being held during the day before the screening. Photographers were waiting for Tom to exit the limo. The cameras flashed like a southern summer storm, light after light. Tom stopped outside the dark Audi car as photos were snapped. Fiona exited from the other side and walked around, keeping a distance from Tom, which was customary at such an event. Unlike movie premieres the photographers were really only interested in those involved in the movies, not their dates, which meant Fiona didn't have to do the awkward posing.

Melanie rounded the car to stand with Fiona. She would observe mostly, direct him only if he got off course which was hard to do at Cannes. The press were not allowed to stop the actors for interviews or even interact at all, aside from maybe a name call.

Tom adjusted the sleeves of his dark gray suit jacket. His white and blue gingham shirt brightened his outfit, his beard was growing out and was a little unruly. Fiona felt it was out of place for such a fancy event, but he was filming so it was how it was. Almost sensing Fiona's eyes on his beard, he stroked it gently and looked back at her.

Of course Fiona should have expected it, but she double took to her right as next to arrive was Jessica. Fiona eyed the red haired woman as she got out of the car excited and ran to Tom in her 4 inch heels. Fiona tightened her jaw, trying to control herself. She had to. She knew she had to. But she couldn't help her blood boiling through her veins.  She watched as Jessica hugged her fiance and straightened his already straight shirt.  He said something to her which caused her to throw her head back with laughter.

Fiona peeked her head back in the car and told him to wait before pulling off. The traffic made the arrivals slow and dramatic, which Fiona was thankful for.

"Tom," Fiona called out. He turned expectedly. She felt he looked at her like a commoner, like who was she to call his name. She scurried over to him quickly, "I am not feeling good, I'm gonna head back to the room."

"Yeah? You sure love?" Tom put his arm around her.

"Yeah I don't want to bring you down, or get sick here," she forced a laugh. "I'll see you after. Have a great time."

She gave him a peck on the lips and left him there with Jessica. She wondered if she would regret it but she'd be able to see everything live streamed anyway. She figured she could sulk and drink if she needed to without the audience.

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Once inside the lavish Martinez hotel room, Fiona threw on comfy shorts and a tank top. She called down and ordered a bottle of one of their cheaper burgundy wines and fell onto the couch. The tv had a live stream of all the festivities happening down the road.

Lawless was the only press conference going on at that time so all of the coverage was on them. She scanned the tv every time they filmed the crowd and tried to find Tom and Jessica hopefully far apart but she knew she'd find them on top of each other.

The wine finally arrived and Fiona poured herself a full glass and sat back on the couch.

She saw Tom standing with Shia playing with his sunglasses. Jess was on the other side of the camera yelling at Tom to take off the glasses. He smirked and took them off. She ran in for the next photo and her hands all over Tom. Two other guys there and she was playing with Tom's beard and pulling his lips up into a smile. Funny that Fiona told Tom she was sick because seeing this literally could make her vomit.

Jessica was more Tom's age, but she acted like she was in high school. The teasing, the touching, the giggling… Fiona trusted Tom but Jessica was really honing it all in.

Fiona poured herself another full glass and pulled out her phone from her clutch that was on the table. She wanted to send Tom a text, accusing, angry, but at the same time she did not want to ruin his day. Regardless of relationship stuff, it was a huge day for Tom and his career. She definitely wanted to talk to him about it, but she'd let him have the day. 

The press conference finally started and of course they were seated next to each other. Fiona watched them the entire time. They looked like they were dating. Jessica looked more like his fiance than she did. Tom was asked how he gets himself angry for scenes.

Tom replied with a laugh, "I play Scrabble. You should try it, it's hard. I lose a lot because Jessica always beats me. That and Battleship."

Fiona couldn't help but feel like battleship was a euphemism for sex. Her stomach churned, and churned. She could see Tom's hand was, hopefully on the back of her chair, but it looked fairly close to her like he had it on her back instead.

"How fucking dare him," Fiona yelled at the tv.

She called her mom and sister and told them to find it online. She told them the entire situation. How Jessica was all up on him during filming, how he denied it and then accused her of sleeping with the father of the girls she nannied.

"I pretended to be sick because I would end up punching this bitch in the face," Fiona shouted. "I feel like a fucking idiot. Like it's so obvious. It's SO obvious."

"You don't know, just turn the TV off, go relax  go for a walk, explore the area, just don't do anything rash," her mom tried to reason.

"I'm fucking going to kill him," she said before hanging up.

She had no idea when Tom was supposed to be back but she needed to calm down. She took a shower and then took a Xanax. She had them for flying but she could really use 1 or 30 now.

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"Hey love," Tom said quietly as he saw Fiona was asleep in bed. He sat next to her in bed and felt her head, hoping she wasn't sick with a fever. "Are you ok babe?"

Fiona rolled over and opened her eyes, "I am peachy. Did you have a good time?"

"Yeah, yeah, are you going to be able to come out tonight?" Tom asked.

"Do you want me to? Or would you rather I stay in?" Fiona played with the buttons on his shirt.

"Of course I want you to come," Tom kissed her cheek. "You smell like wine."

"Yeah."

"I thought you were ill?" He got out of the bed.

"I lied," Fiona sat up.

"I see that. Why?" Tom took the empty wine bottle and tossed it in the trash can.

"Let's not get into it," Fiona rolled her eyes and pulled the blankets over her face.

"Get into what?" Tom sat on the couch with a jar of M&M's.

"Nothing. I'll be there tonight," the pill really worked. She wanted to be angry but physically her body wouldn't let her.