Unscripted Love • A Tom Hardy fanfic

Chapter 22

They pulled into the driveway of a light blue house. Bright white snow covered most of the grass, dirty slush was piled along the side of the driveway.

"I'm second thinking you living with me," Fiona laughed. She was embarrassed seeing her barely mediocre apartment after spending months in his lavish hotel. The rent of her apartment was probably a quarter of the rent for his room.

"What? Why?" He looked at her unsure of what she meant.

"Just, like, I'm really feeling how much our lives are different from one another," she said hesitantly. She felt Tom was normal, not like a celebrity, but that was before she went back home and lived her simple life again. "Compared to your hotel and your house, I'm sure, this is like camping."

Tom laughed, "It's not like that, but even so, I love camping."

Fiona groaned. She had gotten the apartment because it was cheap. It at least was above ground, unlike the first apartment she lived in, but it wasn't a place someone would live if they had more than $100 dollars to their name.

"Babe," Tom turned to Fiona who was still clutching the wheel, even though the car was in park.

"It's just embarrassing. Like my mom's house was definitely not up to movie star standards, but this is worse," she shrugged.

"Do you think of me like that?" Tom asked, feeling slightly offended. "That you have to act a certain way because I'm an actor?"

"Well, not usually," Fiona looked over at him, the cats started stirring in their cages. "But like you wouldn't choose to live here ever."

"There's lots of things I wouldn't choose to do on my own, but I would if it meant I got to do them with you," Tom didn't view himself as rich or famous, so hearing Fiona focus on that made him worried. "I guarantee you that I have stayed in some god awful places and this will not be a fraction of that."

"Well, I understand if you change your mind. It's hard to go from a king in a penthouse to renting a one bedroom apartment," Fiona laughed, trying to shrug it off and opened the door to the icy outside world.

Fiona pulled the cat cages out of the back through her driver's side door and carried them to the front door. Tom grabbed their suitcases and wheeled them over the broken pavement, following Fiona. He watched as she placed the two cages down and put her key in the deadbolt and then the lower doorknob.

"Another warning," Fiona said before she opened the door, "my friend and her boyfriend were staying here last semester. I'm sure they left it fine, but just in case they didn't."

"I think I can survive," Tom rolled his eyes. Suddenly she was treating him as, she said, a king and it stung. Fiona never treated him differently, which is why he was drawn to her.

Through the door was the kitchen. Tom looked around for something he should be scared of, but it was a normal kitchen. He went back to the car for the rest of the bags while Fiona let the cats out of their cage.

Fiona's phone rang a cheerful tune. She fumbled around her purse with her fingers searching for it.

"Hey!" She shouted into the phone. It was Monica's boyfriend, Liam. He alwayws insisted on calling instead of texting.

"Hey, we're out shopping now. What kind of wine do you want us to bring over," she could hear Monica in the background naming different brands.

"Oh. Fuck. I completely forgot," Fiona sat at the counter.

"You forgot that we always hang out for New Years?" Liam laughed. Monica yelled in the background.

"You are not cancelling. It's tradition," Monica was on the phone now, shouting. "We want to meet Tom too. You are not cancelling."