Unscripted Love • A Tom Hardy fanfic

Chapter 41

Spending a month together in their new lavish home, lined floor to ceiling and practically wall to wall with glass windows it was a jolt of reality and Tom had to leave for a few weeks to Australia. Mad Max was doing some preliminary filming, or so they had planned.

Fiona had some trouble being in such a large house, in the middle of nowhere, by herself. Constantly making sure doors were locked and alarm set were part of her routine as the sun set. She tended to keep the tv on while she slept  afraid to hear any noises the night had to offer.

When Tom called to tell her that filming was momentarily paused, Fiona was beyond relieved. She knew she would have to get used to being alone but spending most nights in illogical terror was exhausting.

First he would be going back to London for an interview and some other official business. But would be back in New York by his birthday, which was enough time for her to arrange a party.

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"Love," Tom shouted as he entered the glass house. "Guess what I got."

"A boner?" She shouted from the bedroom.

"No, a job. But maybe a boner now," Tom laughed, wheeling his suitcase into the living room. Fiona came out to greet him. "I got a rom-com role with Reese Witherspoon."

"Really? Reese?" Fiona was excited. He would be in a romantic comedy and really get to show off how sexy he is. "What's the movie? I assume it's a movie."

"Yeah, yeah. Me and another guy are spy's and we both end up competing for the same girl," Tom shrugged. "It sounds cheesy but I've never done a romantic comedy so I'm excited."

"No that's completely awesome! I'm so happy for you!" She stroked his smooth face. "Obviously you must win. Who's the other guy?"

"Uh, Chris Pine."

"Oh. Well good luck," she patted him on the chest and went to sit on the couch, a little giggle escaped her lips.

"You fancy him?" Tom stated rather than questioned.

"Well, yeah. I saw Star Trek like 4 times. It wasn't solely for him," Fiona rambled. "But I've definitely thought of Chris naked once or twice."

"Lovely," Tom rolled his eyes.

"You know I'm joking right?" Fiona raised her eyebrows.

"So you think I could win?" Tom sat next to her on the couch.

"Of course. Well wait, do you get to keep your accent?" Fiona wanted to get all the facts and torture Tom as if she was making an actual assessment. She knew she would pick Tom over Chris easily.

"I think so."

"Then yes, you," she leaned in and kissed his cheek.

"This is the most humbling conversation we ever had," Tom kicked his feet onto the coffee table, "you telling me you fancy my movie rival."

"Shut up," she pushed his feet down. She was smiling but it looked like Tom was actually hurt. "Are you serious?"
 
Tom didn't answer, only shrugged. He clicked on the tv with the remote that was between them, and put his feet back up. Fiona laughed and climbed in his lap.

"I was only playing, you know I think you're the sexiest man to ever have lived. I would pick you, hands down."

"Oh sure. His bright blue eyes would probably hypnotize you," Tom whined. Fiona was right in front of him and almost laughed right in his face.

"It sounds like you'd pick Chris Pine and his bright blue eyes. Now I am offended," Fiona kissed his neck as he looked past her to the TV. He reminded her of an angsty teenager. Tom didn't reply to her comment. She persisted, "I guess I'm happy you don't want Reese."