A Collection of Odds & Ends

On the Rocks - Pt 2 (Tom Hardy)

Part Two

"What did you think of that one?" You ask, unlocking the front door and walking into your flat.

"It was nice." Tom offered, shutting the door behind him. "I don't know about only two bedrooms though. Yeah, I think I need more."

This was the fifth place he had looked at in the last month. Each one had a similar review.

It was nice, but...

Most of the time it was a size issue. Not enough bedrooms, not enough yard, too closed in. The list went on and it was getting long. Each time, you would ask why he was being so picky, Tom gave the same answer.

"I need to be able to comfortably fit." He insisted. He was one man! You weren't entirely sure how much space he needed, but if he was declining the dwellings, then there must be a good reason.

You had foolishly agreed to help him in his search, while he had a trusted realtor on the job for most of the work, some how you had been asked to attend every stupid viewing. Taking time out of your schedule to look at homes all over the London area was beginning to get a little tiresome.

"Shall we keep looking?" You ask, taking off your sweater and draping it over a small stack of boxes.

You were still in a bind, space wise, seeing as Tom was still waiting for a storage unit. As happy as you were to help, this was getting a little bothersome. Always there to help a friend, you felt awful for even thinking about how glad you'd be when Tom finally left.

Tom nods and takes a place at the counter top. "I think we should."

"Maybe the next one will be the right one." You smile, hoping, praying, your words are heard by the universe and more importantly the man sitting across from you.

"I didn't think it would be so damn hard." Tom confesses with a frown. "How hard can it be to find a home? I found the last one no problem, I loved that place. From the moment I walked in, I wanted to live there."

You knew the feeling. As small as it was, the second you'd moved into your flat - it was love. Cozy, warm, and everything you could have wanted. Now that you were here, you couldn't imagine living any other place.

All doubts and fears of being in the new place, on your own, melted when you had found this flat. Moving to London hadn't been an issue, initially, seeing as you'd stupidly moved for love. Look how well that had turned out. After your disaster of an almost-wedding day, your mother had tried to convince you to move back to your home town. Silly her, trying to make you do something. Had she not learned after all those years of raising you? Nobody ever made you do anything.

"How do I find that, again?" Tom sighed, taking his ball cap off and scratching the back of his head.

"Did you ever think of asking for the house?" You raise your brow at him. Stupid question, but you had to ask.

"No." he furrowed his brow and shook his head. "No, I couldn't do that. She gets the house. It'd be cruel of me to even suggest she try and find another home."

"I thought her parents had a house, out in the country? Couldn't she move there?"

"Naw, they sold that a while back." Tom shrugs. "Said they didn't need the burden of more than one place."

It made sense, who could afford two houses in today's market? Especially when one was sitting vacant, no real hope of it ever being opened up.

"Maybe I should move." You joke with a smirk. "I'll let you live here and I'll move back home."