Unscripted Love • A Tom Hardy fanfic

Chapter 11

[trigger warning: discussion of physical and drug abuse)

The two lay in bed as they did most mornings for the last week.

"Did you have a girlfriend back in London? Hopefully past tense," Fiona laughed.

"I was seeing someone, an actress. But we had too conflicting schedules and it just didn't work out," he shrugged. 

"Oh, did you date long," Fiona asked, wondering if their schedules lined up again he'd go back with her. 

"Only a few months," Tom shook his head, "What about you?"

"I dated my high school boyfriend on and off since we were 17. We broke up around the time I decided to come to California," she said, "he isn't one for traveling and since I was leaving he figured I wasn't coming back."

"Are you going back?" Tom asked painfully afraid of her answer. 

"My semester is up in December and I have one semester left. I kinda have to I guess," she had forgotten all about the fact that she would be leaving. He was already across the world from his home, she couldn't ask him to come with her. Her heart raced thinking that this was over before it began.

"So what are we doing then?" he got angry, "I spilled my heart out to you. You didn't want me to cast you aside in a month, but that's what you're going to do to me." 

Tom got up and slipped into a pair of white boxer briefs and black sweatpants and stormed out of the bedroom. 
Fiona completely understood where he was coming from and she felt like a monster. She wasn't going to cast him aside, at least, she didn't plan on it. She knew Tom was her future and she completely forgot about where she was. 

Wrapping a sheet around her, She walked out of the bedroom nervously. She had never seen him mad before, and he seemed really mad. She wasn't sure if it was going to turn into a screaming match or what.

"Tom, I didn't realize --" she started.

"Didn't realize what? That you were moving back home? That you have school to finish? What, Fi?"

"I didn't realize that it wasn't as simple as going home for 4 months and still being with you," Fiona hoped they could do a long distance thing for a bit, "Which I don't even want to do. I don't want to be without you, but what am I supposed to do, stop what I'm doing to be your groupie?"

"Groupie? That's for bands," he shook his head getting off track, "and with you away, back home with your ex, and me here. When the 4 months are up then what?"

"Exactly, then what? Your home is London, are you moving here for good? And what about movies, would I be tagging along? No. I'd probably be home somewhere alone," Tom had to admit she had a point.

Filming would bring him around the world and he couldn't expect her to travel, even if she did he wouldn't see her much. London was his home, he loved it there, his dog was there. He didn't realize how complicated this was going to be.

He stood up. He was annoyed at himself and at the hypocrisy he was guilty of. Fiona remembered his hands all cut up and bruised. Fiona took a quick step back as he went to walk past her. 

Tom turned to her, "why did you do that?" 

Fiona looked down. She had been in this situation before with another man, if she showed she was scared, he would hit her. If she said she didn't mean it, she'd be a liar and he'd hit her. There was no right answer, even no answer was the wrong one.  

"Fiona," he said abruptly, making her close her eyes. His hands reached out to her, his voice calmer, "Fi, I would never hurt you." 

Fiona nodded. Realistically she knew that, but his anger was explosive.