The days with Tom flew by for Claire. She had enjoyed seeing his favorite places and several of which she had found to be a favorite as well. She had met with the current publisher and was impressed by the welcoming she had felt. She gained a better understand of the job and what it would mean for her. She couldn't wait to start her new life in London with Tom. The flight home was much easier this time around. Of course Tom couldn't go with her but she understood his job and what it would entail. When she arrived back in Atlanta she was surprised to find that packing up her old life wasn't as painful as she had thought. Claire sat on the floor of her old apartment with Chinese cartons looking through the final numbers for the moving company who would be packing her things to fly to London tomorrow when the door bell rang.
"Coming" she hollered out as she stood up from the floor making her way to the door.
She opened it and was stunned.
"What in the hell do you want?" She spat to Chris on the other side of the door.
"I came to apologize, may I come in?" He asked.
Claire sighed and stepped aside.
Chris took in the apartment and turned back to Claire.
"Moving?" He asked as he faced her.
"Not that it's any of your business but yes" she sighed crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"Listen, I tried to call you several times after I saw you at the bar with Tom. It wasn't what it looked like."
Claire laughed and rolled her eyes.
"I mean it. She had asked me to help her get you back as a friend."
"Well you can tell them both, I said to go to hell" Claire spat.
"Fair enough. Listen do you want to go get drinks?"
"No, I don't. I am off the market and not interested" Claire said moving to the door and opening it.
"My loss then. I guess I will see you around?" Chris asked as he headed for the door.
"I sure as hell hope not" Claire snapped and slammed the door not giving Chris a second to answer.
Claire locked her door and went back to her food which was now cold.
"Asshole made my dinner cold" she cussed and picked it up tossing it in the trash.
Claire grabbed her phone and curled up on the sofa grabbing a throw and tossing it over her. She settled in and grabbed her phone calling Tom.
"Hi love, you should be in bed. You have an early morning" Tom spoke.
"I know, I just had a visitor."
"Who would be showing up so late?" Tom asked.
"Chris" she said simply.
"What in the hell did that wanker want?"
"He came to apologize and asked if I wanted to have drinks with him."
The line stayed quiet.
"Trust me, I told him to go to hell and that I was taken" Claire spoke matter of fact.
"That's my girl" Tom added.
"How is filming going?" Claire asked as she adjusted her pillow.
"Really well actually. I can't wait for you to come to set next week."
"Me too, it will be a great story for the magazine too" Claire said as a yawn escaped her.
"Get some sleep love, I will ring you tomorrow yeh?"
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In Duffs We Trust
FanficClaire was Tom Hiddleston's best friend at least she was until he became a huge star. One night she runs into Tom who under a drink bender informs her she is in fact her friend's Duff. Designated Ugly Fat Friend. She asks for Tom's help only to rea...
