Unscripted Love • A Tom Hardy fanfic

Chapter 33

"So you bought this house?" Fiona asked as they pulled into the London driveway, the pebbles sounded loud under the tires. In front of them was a brick home that almost resembled a factory building. It was attached to the neighbors house on one side, which Fiona didn't know was fairly the norm for England, or at least London anyway.

"Yeah, about 3 years ago I guess," Tom said as the black town car stopped a few feet from the door.

"It's definitely haunted, huh?" Fiona got out slowly, looking up at the old building.

"What?" He asked, unsure if she was joking or serious.

"Like there's no way someone didn't die in there," she tightened her jaw.

"Do you really believe in ghosts?" Tom nodded at the driver, tipping him for his assistance before he got back in the car. Tom wheeled both their suitcases over the loose pebbles.

"Of course I do," she followed behind him. "This is literally the opening scene of the movie before everyone gets murdered."

"Love, I have never seen or heard a ghost in here," he tried to comfort her but his judgement was showing through.

"Well I was semi skeptical but I just creeped myself out now," she watched as Tom unlocked the dark grey door. "Please don't ever leave me here."

"You sound absolutely mental, you know that, yeah?" He pushed through the door to a small foyer that consisted of a coat rack and a small table that Tom tossed his keys on.

There was a door opposite them that led to the backyard, but Fiona was too busy focusing on the old wallpaper and carpets. She looked for a light switch to see what it looked like fully illuminated, she could see this was definitely a house people carried candles through at one point.

"I'll give you the tour," he announced locking the door behind them. "My mum said she'd ring when she got back from the market."

Fiona trailed closely behind Tom as he led her through a small living room, or as Tom called it the "sitting area." The kitchen was small, tucked away behind a carpeted staircase. On the other side was the more conventional living room: sectional couch, television, Tom's Xbox, Max's dog bed. In the corner was a tiny, yet full bathroom.

"Any ghosts?" Tom asked, leading her up the narrow staircase.

"Not yet, but it's early," she did believe in ghosts, but she didn't worry about them on a regular basis. The house was completely unfamiliar to her and was probably the oldest building she's ever been in.

Rolling his eyes and clicking his tongue against his teeth, he turned into a large bedroom with wood floors. The bed was raised high and set in front of it was a large flat screen TV.

"Wanna do it before Max moves in with us and takes up half the bed?" Tom raised his eyebrows and then winked, falling back on the black comforter with an audible sigh.

"I guess," she shrugged. She pulled her pants off and climbed into the tall bed, falling down next to Tom on her back. "Ok, go for it."

"Ah, indifference, the best foreplay," Tom rolled on top of her.

"I'm just so tired," she laughed. "If you want to do all the work, I'm game."

Tom thought about it, "I suppose if we don't do it, we could take a nap?"

"Mmm, exactly," she closed her eyes. Tom slipped his arm underneath her and rolled over, pulling her on top of him. "Unnecessary, but pretty fancy maneuver."

"I know," Tom said, snuggling her tight against his chest.

. . . . .

"Tom, I'm super nervous," she said as she got dressed. She had been internally worrying about her hair and her clothes all day, she was just now letting Tom in on it.