Unscripted Love • A Tom Hardy fanfic

Chapter 3

They met up every day for 2 weeks, always meeting at the same time, same place, and most of the time the same seats.

"Hey Doll, would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow night? Turns out I have work I gotta do all day, but I still want to see you," Tom's voice played through her voicemail, time stamped from 10:56pm the night before. Her heart raced, she was sad she missed his call but her day was going great already, and she had only been awake 10 minutes. She was excited about having a date with him tonight. 

She made sure to save the message before hanging up, she needed to play it over and over again. It was only 8 am and she had at least like 10 hours before she would see him, the time was torture. She texted him as she got dressed for class, singing while she did. She couldn't help it. 

FIONA 8:12am: Hey, I just got your message, not sure if you're up this early. But yes, I'd love to have dinner with you.

She put her volume all the way up as she set it down in the counter to do her makeup. Usually she would just do some mascara and lip balm, but she was so ecstatic about later that she added some eyeliner and a shaded lipstick. She made a mental checklist of things she needed to do before her date. But she still wasn't sure when the date was exactly. So she had to make sure she could get it all done by 6. She figured people don't go on dates before then so she should be good.

FIONA 8:26am: Just let me know when and where. :) 

She didn't want to bombard him with messages and come across as needy. She figured he was probably still sleeping and tried to settle down. Fiona went back and forth worrying that he had changed his mind, but made sure to not act on that. She would not text him again, she promised to herself. She held her phone in her hand as she walked across campus to her first class, "Ancient Civilizations." Once in her seat, she made sure to put her phone back on silent and tucked it away in her bag. She did her best to pay attention and not keep looking at it. 

Fiona checked her phone before her last class and saw she had 4 text messages. They were all from Tom, her heart raced. She couldn't walk and text, she had to sit down to take it all in.

TOM 11:54am: Hey I can be to you at like... 6:30 if that works for you.

TOM 12:01pm: We can grab something to eat, whatever you want. Or I'm not much of a cook, but you can come here and we can order something. Or not.

TOM 12:02pm: Oh bollocks, I meant "Or not" as in if you didn't want to come over after all. Not you can come over and we won't eat if you know what I mean.

TOM 12:27pm: I really meant food. Sorry. Let me know…

She laughed but also felt a mounting wave of pressure. She had thought about sex of course. He was beyond hot and they clearly were into each other. But hearing it, or rather, seeing it come from him made her nervous. 
She checked her watch, she had to be across campus in 6 minutes. She knew she'd be late but sat on the bench to reply anyway.

FIONA 12:39pm: Lol, all of that sounds good. If you're coming here I'll meet you at the front entrance so that you don't have to weave through the campus.

FIONA 12:40pm: and we can just do your place, better than hanging out at a college or in my dorm room. 

Her phone shook in her nervous hands. She debated skipping class. What was she going to learn anyway when all she could think about was Tom. Although she was going to be in her head the whole time, she dragged herself to class and walked in a few minutes late. 

In class Fiona jotted down in her notebook her plan for after class, rather than notes. She would shower as soon as she got back to her dorm so she would have time to shave and then blow dry her hair. She had no idea what to wear. If it was just his house she assumed jeans were fine, but she'd put on a cuter, maybe sexier, shirt than usual. But what. Her mind went through her dresser. She came here with a boyfriend back home, so she didn't pack any date clothes. She texted her friend Montana who was in that same class but sat in the front and Fiona was not about to walk all the way down there late. 

While she waited for her response she texted her sister to update her. Her sister, Traci, home with her son, was bothered at Fiona's single life to begin with and now she had this handsome guy… Fiona erased the text. 

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After showering Fiona walked down the hall to her room. She put on her plunging black bra and then tossed over a clean shirt. Montana was going to bring by some options in a bit, but with her wet hair anything would do.

She opted for some blacking jeggings, they were soft and comfortable which Fiona liked but they also made her ass look good. Underneath she went with a simple bikini which was cute but didn't give off that she had planned to sleep with him. 

Fiona blew out her hair, keeping some waves but smoothing it out better. Her makeup was subtle, some mascara and black eyeliner. She dabbed a bit of silver eye shadow in the corner of her eye and blended it in with a nude shade. Her foundation smoothed her skin. She waited on adding a pink nude lipstick until she was ready to go. 

At about 5:45 Montana showed up with 8 black shirts, some simple tees and some lacey, Fiona and Montana decided on one in the middle. It was low cut and had dark see through patches down the right and left side but solid in the middle, and it had a little flair to it which made it look a little classier. It was a tank top so she added her faux leather coat, feeling a bit cheap for a movie star, but she didn't believe in real leather so she went with it. She slipped on her black bootie heels. 

"So who is this person," Montana asked. Fiona didn't share much about who he was. She had simply mentioned she met him at a cafe and that he worked in LA. No one would think he was actually an actor dating a normal college student.

Her phone rang. It was Tom, "Hey doll, traffic is ok, so I'll be there in about a half hour. No rush, just so you know." 

"Did he call you doll?" Montana said as Fiona hung up. 

"Uh, yea," Fiona said, fixing a smudge on her eyelid. Then she realized that Montana was weirded out, "OH, he's British." 

Montana had pestered Fiona for a photo. "All I have is this creeper pic I took before we started hanging out."  She swiped through some selfies to show her the blurry photo that did not do him justice. 

She thanked and hurried Montana out the door as she was making her more nervous.

The all black ensemble made her golden brown hair stand out. She checked herself out in the mirror a few times. She looked good, she thought. Then wondered if she looked too good, like she was trying too hard. She snapped a photo and sent it to her sister and gave her home phone a call to discuss. 

After a little tweaking, she chose black flats rather than boots. The change made her feel more confident. She hung up her phone and paced around her room anxiously waiting for time to speed up.