Unscripted Love • A Tom Hardy fanfic

Chapter 70

All that week Fiona got to go about work like nothing had changed, except that she thought about Tom every second. Her stomach betrayed her often, she was barely able to keep anything down. Plus her body physically ached all day.

She drove home with more of a smile than she had all week, she was looking forward to being a zombie over the weekend. She gave herself props for holding it together most of the time but inside she was a mess. She needed to sulk and cry and not talk to anyone. It was depressing that she was happy she could let her emotions out finally.

Unlocking the door to the basement she went straight to her room. She felt a little bad that she didn't hang out with her family, especially Nolan, but it was the same as when she didn't live there. She opened her door to her room and threw her bag on the floor, her eyes already shut with exhaustion as she fell on the messy bed.

The weekend passed in a blur or more like a dream. Out of the 60 hours she was home, she was only awake for 18 hours, and that was being generous. She ate snacks in the night and hid all day.

By the time Monday morning rolled around again, a full week and change since their break up, Fiona woke still feeling exhausted. She tossed on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and drove the hour to work. She assumed Tom would have tried to apologize again since their last conversation, but she hadn't heard from him, although she had no plans to answer even if he did call.

Fiona felt nauseous all day. She knew she should eat but could not bring herself to put food to her lips. When she got home she went into her room to lay down for an hour before even thinking of dinner. As she opened the door she saw Tom sitting on a picnic blanket waiting for her. Around him were a string of photos from wall to wall, like a murder mystery, intersecting at points. Fiona looked from the photos, to him, to the basket of food.

She turned away and threw up outside her doorway, unable to make it to the bathroom. Tom hurried to his feet, his hand on her back, helping her sit down.

"Love, are you ok? Are you sick?" Tom said all at once. She vomited, she wasn't dying.

"Tom…" she wiped her face and looked up at him. "I'm going to throw up again."

Tom ran to the bathroom and grabbed the garbage can to bring it over to her. She took it between her knees and ducked her head, vomit spewing into the container this time. She didn't know how she could vomit, she hadn't eaten all day. He went to the linen closet in the bathroom and wet a washcloth to wipe her face.

"Fiona, you have a fever," Tom said, her head was burning hot like she was laying in the summer sun.

"I'm fine," she muttered.

"What was the last thing you ate?" He sat across from her like he was a doctor taking notes. "Could it be food poisoning?"

Fiona didn't answer, she was trying to not puke on him. Nolan was knocking at the basement door and yelling for his Zia. If she was quiet he didn't bother her most of the time, but he obviously heard the commotion. 

"Are you ok Fiona?" Her mom called through the door as she was scooping Nolan away, she obviously wanted to give them their privacy.

"I'm fine," she moaned.

"She's not, she's gotten ill all over and she's got a fever," Tom corrected. Karen opened the door and Nolan ran straight to Fiona.

"I threw up on the floor there," she tried to laugh. "I'm just sick guys."

"Do you think it's food poisoning?" Tom repeated.

"She hasn't eaten anything in days," her mom announced. Fiona looked up and eyed her as if she tattled on her.