Love, A Fan • A Tom Hardy fanfic

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Stella hopped down the stairs and walked back through the bar, her bag still in the corner but her stool was now occupied. She inched by grabbing the sack from under the counter and flinging it on her back. The bar was more busy now but she still had to close her tab so she tried to wave down the new bartender.

Weaving through the crowd, Tom prayed Stella didn't decide to drive herself home after all. He saw her long dark hair as she sat at the counter with a large beer in front of her. If she didn't hate him, he may have teased her about her drunken state and limited attention span.

"Love, you ready to go?" He stepped up next to her, between another group of people whose backs were to her.

"Go? Where are you going?" The man from earlier was still lingering at the bar. Lingering a little too close, Tom thought.

"I have to go home," she made a sad face.

"Says who?" The man said looking from Stella to Tom and then back.

"Well you see, I'm no longer needed, so I have no reason to be here," she shook her head and continued to look at the man instead of Tom.

"I can think of a way you could be needed," the man flashed an evil grin that made Stella giggle. Tom was not amused and grew rather impatient.

"Stella," Tom said, warning. "I'm going to drive you home."

"He hath spoken," Stella slid down the stool and onto her feet.

"Well here, let me give you my number if you decide to not go home," the man grabbed a pen from the other side of the counter and a nearby napkin.

"She's good, she doesn't need your number," Tom said loudly with his hand on Stella's back and gently nudging her along.

"Maybe I do!" She looked at Tom sternly and held her ground while she waited for the napkin note. Tom stood next to her, jealous and annoyed, while Stella shamelessly flirted with this man for the sole purpose of bothering him.

Once she had the number in hand, she was able to be swayed along with ease as Tom led her out the bar and toward the parking lot. He asked where she was parked and she led him to it, giving him the keys and hopping into the passenger seat.

"You know, I could just go back to his room and sleep off my drunkenness. You don't have to drive me," Stella said.

"Let you go with some stranger while you're drunk? I don't think that would make me a very good friend," he said with a small laugh as he adjusted the seat in her SUV.

"Hahaha my friend?! You're my friend? That's hilarious," she shouted, laughing just as loud.

"Fine, I'm not your friend," he said hesitantly. He figured if nothing else they were friends but he understood that hearing "friends" instead of "lovers" was a huge punch to the gut.

"So just let me out to go fuck him then," she demanded unbuttoning her seatbelt. "Because I planned to be fucked tonight and if it's not you, then he'll do."

"Wow I'm an easy replacement, yeah?" Tom began backing up but Stella was already reaching for the door.

"Of course. I know you already fucked Charlotte, before your mistress was even to arrive," Stella pushed the shifter into Park.

"You're not going to him Stella," Tom grabbed her hand and held her from opening the door. "You're not going to fuck some stranger to get back at me."

"That's the second time you didn't deny sleeping with her," Stella sat back in the seat, letting go of the door handle. She looked over his face, waiting for him to tell her that she was wrong.