Unscripted Love • A Tom Hardy fanfic

Chapter 7

It was raining outside as Tom drove through the campus roads. He called her from outside her dormitory and set his alarm as he walked away. His car was a little too nice to be sitting in the dark college parking lot on a Saturday night. Fiona couldn't help but get excited at the thought of seeing him. She held the phone to her ear and ran to the side door. She stood half out the door and waved for him to see her. It was 9pm, not too late to yell but she was sneaking him in after all. She wasn't going to have him sign in at the front desk at the main door.

He spotted her and climbed up the stairs 2 at a time to get to the 4th floor. She pulled him into the hall and quietly shut the door behind them. Rain ran off his baseball cap and sprinkled onto Fiona's face and shirt. They both stifled a laugh as she snuck him to her room. She walked ahead of him, Tom admired her small pink shorts as they just covered her voluptuous body.

She opened the door with her key. Her dorm was small, twin bed, a dresser, a desk, and not much room for anything more. She had her laptop opened to Pandora, she figured it was good for background noise.

"Hi," she said with a smile after all the sneaking.

"Hi love," He looked down, feeling relieved and glad to be there, "So am I breaking all the rules here?" 

"Yep, you're going to get me kicked out," she said sarcastically and picked up some old cups from her desk and threw them out. Her dorm was nothing like his hotel, Fiona was a little bit messy. She really made the dorm her own. She had put up some colorful paintings and a mandala tapestry in pale blue. Nothing really matched but that was how she liked it, where as Tom was very put together it seemed. He lifted his hat from his head and tossed it on her desk chair.

"I saw what Miles did, it was on Hollywood insider," Fiona announced, picking up some hair ties off the floor, her pink shorts pulling up to reveal the bottom of her perfectly round bum.

"Yeah?" Tom tilted his head to look at her ass better. She knew he wanted her so he was a little less nervous to do so.

"Mmhm," she stood back up and put about 10 multicolored hair ties on the desk. She turned to Tom whose head was still cocked to the side, "your old Myspace?"

"Oh that's what he went with, nice. All the pictures of me in my tighty white budgie smugglers, eh?" He ran his fingers through his hair. 

"You're fine with that?" She asked, raising her eyebrows. The photos were embarrassing but they weren't necessarily damning to his career, which would make Miles more of a dick than a motivational trainer. 

"Ya, I mean I'd rather he didn't. But I wanted to spend the day with you and then you got upset. So, I don't necessarily care that they're out there, that's the last thing on my mind to think about," he unzipped his hoodie and hung it over the chair and sat down on her twin size bed. Fiona walked over to him, the raindrops that fell onto her white shirt made it see through in those areas. 

"What are you thinking about?" She climbed into the bed and sat against her pillow leaning on the wall. He turned his body to face her, leaning his back against her dresser that was at the foot of her bed. 

"You. That I want to be with you. The last few hours of you hating me, felt like years," his hand reached out to rub her smooth calf that was next to him. 

"You do?" She questioned him. "I mean, you're going to end up with a lot of offers. I don't want to be tossed out in a month or so when you find someone better."

It felt good to get that off her chest. It felt like a big elephant in the room. 

"What makes you think I'm going to toss you out? Did I do something that made you think that?" He looked pained and slightly angry.