Reasons to love older men (Tom Hardy x reader)

2 • Tom's trailer

I woke up with a groan. I knelt up on my elbows and opened my eyes, straining them at the light coming in through the curtain that were supposedly black out. I didn't have a hangover, "thank god."

As I moved to the side of the bed and put my feet on the floor I took in my surroundings. I realised I was just wearing my underwear.

My head quickly turned to behind me, looking at the other side of my double bed. "Thank god," I breathed out. It was just me in the room.

I saw my laptop was displaying an indeed tab, a website that helps you find jobs. All I could think was if I had drunkenly typed my resume to the runner job I was planning on applying to.

"Oh thank god," I repeated one last time.

I had sent off the right resume I'd typed a couple days prior.

It was a couple of weeks later when I was having a smoke that I got the notification. Exhaling, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and opened it.

"Hello Y/n," I read out loud, "we're writing to you to inform you of our acceptance for the summer position as a runner for our production of the profession of violence..." Immediately a smile was brought to my face. "Holy shit I can't believe I got it."

I pulled up Snapchat and wrote in the group chat that I gotten the job.

I went to google and tried to search for anything I could to find out more about the film I was going to be working on. After searching I found out it was based on a book about the Kray twins.

Inhaling one last puff, I stubbed out the cigarette and went back into my dorm with a smile on my face.

***

I woke up to the sound of my alarm beeping. I read the time. It was 4:30.

"For fuck sake."

After thirty seconds of questioning my life choices I got up, opened the curtains and headed to the kettle to make coffee. I was staying in a hotel for the next couple months, my dad said it would save me in the long run so I just went along with it.

When the kettle had boiled I poured my coffee with two spoons of sugar and stirred, then walked over to the window and looked out onto the view as I sipped at my mug.

It wasn't the best view, all you could see was the shitty courtyard and what looked like someone stealing a bike. Despite the negatives it was right next to the tube and that's all I needed.

After getting ready, picking out a simple black outfit, packing my rainbow backpack and putting my headphones in I was ready.

It was 4:50 by the time I was done and when I arrived in Waterloo it was 5:30. Yawning, I walked towards Whittlesey Street where I needed to be.

Finally I reached the filming area, seeing crew with lighting rigs and cables. I headed over to the crew sign in desk, seeing a lady in her forties with a large smile on her face.

"Hi, my names Y/n Y/l/n, I'm a runner," I said, trying my best to not sounds like I was a child all muddled with my words.

"Perfect, I'm Liz, just sign your name and find your ID badge just here."

"Okay, thanks," I smiled.

"So glad you're early like honestly you have no idea how many crew turn up late and they've already been replaced."

"Oh it's no problem just trying to make a good first impression."

"Right Y/n, Mr Hardy should be getting in at around nine, there some paper work to fill out but other than that you can just occupy yourself till then."

My eyes widened and I just stared at her. Did I just hear that right? Mr Hardy. Tom Hardy. Tom fucking Hardy.

She handed me the ID badge while laughing seen as I hadn't picked it up due to me being in complete shock.

Tom Hardy. What the fucking fuck. Holy shit I feel like I might cry. Being a film student, I couldn't think of another actor I'd want to meet, other than Christopher Nolan or Cillian Murphy. He's probably the best actor of his entire generation. And not to mention he's fucking beautiful. He is a fucking god.

WHAT THE FUCK. I would be seeing this man every day for the next three months oh my god. How am I supposed to function? How am I supposed to breathe? HOW?

"You'll get used to it don't worry," she laughed. "I've heard good things about him too, really nice."

"Thanks so much," I said, coming out of my trance.

"Mr Hardy will be in trailer A so you can do the paper work in there." She handed me the documents with a smile.

"Thanks. Thanks so much."

As I walked away, I realised I had exactly four hours to get to grips with the fact I was going to be basically waiting on Tom fucking Hardy.

When I got to the trailer I rang Emma.

"It's 6 in the morning, what do you want?" They said.

"Bro, I'm fucking freaking out now, I don't know what to do."

"Wait, what's happening?"

"You're not going to believe me. I'm in Tom Hardy's trailer."

"Wait are you fucking serious?" I heard in the background, it was Sam. "Like from inception? Like Bane from Batman?" He questioned, coming in front of the camera.

"I'm fully fucking serious."

"Is he the guy you're running for?"

"Yup."

"Fuck off."

"I'm serious."

"He's so hot," Sam said.

"He is," Emma emphasised.

"Right sorry for ringing at six am I just needed to tell someone."

"That's okay bubs, that was worth waking up for," they laughed.

"Okay, go back to sleep, love you."

"Love you, bye."