Love, A Fan • A Tom Hardy fanfic

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Tom went to his family during the day, the shed was ready to be painted and he promised to help like the good son he is. Opening the door when Tom arrived, his mum let Woody run out to greet him. Thinking of Stella again, he thought of how she would react to meeting Woody and then also how would Woody react to her. Tom looked at his beloved friend and wondered if he would feel betrayed to hear him shagging someone other than Charlotte later that night. Obviously he couldn't tattle but he didn't need to look into his eyes when Charlotte came back and feel guilty.

"Come, come," his mom called, breaking Tom out of his internal debate.

Tom whistled at Woody who was peeing on a bush out front and the dog came running after him.

"Your father thought you'd be here earlier, he's already started," his mum gestured to the backyard.

"Oh, uh, yeah sorry," Tom rubbed the back of his head. "I had some matters to tend to this morning that I didn't know about yesterday."

He tapped his leg for Woody to follow and stepped out onto the back deck, following the stone trail to where the newly constructed shed was. As he grabbed a paint brush and began helping, he found the entire time he was thinking about Stella.

. . . . .

Stella waited for Tom to call her but as the day went on she began to second guess if he would or not. It wasn't even 5pm yet but she had convinced herself he wasn't going to call. She sat down with her grandmother and her friend, listening to the latest gossip of the 70 year old women in town. Who was seen with whose ex husband, who had gotten surgery lately, and so on, Stella laughed to herself on the inside. This is what I have to look forward to?

Staring at the blank screen of her phone that she subsequently clicked to unlock every 3 minutes. She sighed as the time ticked on.

"You waiting on someone, sweetie?" Lydia's friend Nancy asked in her thick Irish accent.

"Stella met a boy here," she said with a smirk. "She has been glued to that thing all day."

"And he hasn't called like he said?" Nancy concluded.

"Well, he said later. So I don't really know when later is," she shrugged. "But it is highly probable that he won't call, even though I thought we did have a good time together."

"She didn't get home until late this morning," Lydia teased. All of her grandmother's friends were very free spirited and made Stella feel more like a human being then a child to be judged for having sex.

"The first night?" Nancy laughed along with Stella rather than at her.

"Well I didn't think there would be one date let alone a chance for a second! I couldn't let the opportunity pass!" Stella tried to explain rationally but neither looked to believe her. "And well, he's sexy as fuck."

Eventually Stella's phone began to play a Lady Gaga song with a photo of Tom on the home screen. She jumped up with a squeal and carried the phone into the other room, coughing before she answered so that she wouldn't sound over eager.

"Hey," Stella tried not to yell into the phone.

"Hi," Tom smiled on the other end of the line. "I'm still with my parents but would you want to come over again?"

"Sure," she said calmly but inside she was screaming. Of course I will!

"Do you want to meet Woody or should I leave him here?" He asked.

"Of course I'd want to meet him!" She shouted.

"Ok, ok," he laughed at her excitement. "I can come pick you up in like a half hour?"