Unscripted Love • A Tom Hardy fanfic

Chapter 48

They wrapped early on Friday instead of midday Saturday and were scheduled to take a break until Monday evening. Tom had a flight booked for Saturday evening, but he thought about going home to Fiona that night and surprise her.

"Hey man we were gonna go into Atlanta and check out their scene tonight if you wanted to come," his co-star was in his mid 20s only a year younger than Fiona but was definitely in a different stage of his life than Tom was at that age. The scene Shia was referencing was definitely the bar kind, and considering he was single it was a lot different than what Tom considered a fun time.

Tom declined and went to his trailer to get changed out of his heavy sweater and slacks. He pulled out his phone and video called Fiona. It rang a few times, and then the screen flashed and she had picked up.

"Hey! I didn't expect you to call this early, slow day?" He saw she was in the kitchen, her hair pulled back into a messy ponytail, the straps of her sports bra in view. Fiona had just finished a run and was making her afternoon smoothie, she put the fruit she was cutting into the blender but held off on starting it. She walked around to the bar and sat on one of the stools.

"Yeah a little slow," he lied. He wanted her to see him in his Forrest clothes so she wouldn't get suspicious of his plan to come home early. "Just taking a break, gonna eat some lunch."

"Look at you, looking like a prohibition outlaw," she laughed, "let me hear your accent."

"Hey, darlin, y'all out rufflin' some feathers, I reckon," he let out a giggle. "Those are most of the southern words I know all crammed in together. I'm not even sure it makes sense."

"Why yessir, I have been a very naughty girl. I surrender myself to your righteous hands," she said back to him in her best southern accent. And then laughed. "But really when you come home, maybe you can be Forrest and I can be the preacher's daughter."

Going home is definitely the right decision, he thought.

"Forrest is not domineering at all, but as a bootlegger boss he should be. So we'll take some liberties," Tom thought out loud.

"Hey Tom --," Tom's trailer door pulled open and Jessica popped her head in. "Oh sorry, I thought you were alone."

Fiona rolled her eyes, of course she did. Tom had insisted she was more like a sister to him, but Fiona reminded him that sisters don't play with their brothers hair or rub their beards.

"What's up," Tom adjusted in his chair and looked over at her. He hoped she wouldn't mention his plan on going home.

"Nothing, I was just gonna ask to hang out in here, my trailer's AC broke," Jessica said, sitting down on the blue couch. She had changed from her long dress and tossed on some jeans.

"I'm gonna get going I guess, but I'll call you a little later or call me when you're free. If you know, you ever are," She walked back into the kitchen, carrying her phone with her. Tom knew what she meant and even though she sounded like she was angry at him, he knew it was primarily aimed at Jessica.

"I'll call you when I'm heading back to the apartments later, doll. Love you," he shot Jessica a look hoping she wouldn't spill the beans.

"I love you, we'll pick up where we left off later," little did she know how true that was. She blew a kiss and hung up.

"Lying to her already?" Jessica asked with a smirk.

"Yeah, I'm gonna catch a flight later tonight to surprise her," he stood up to grab a drink from the fridge.

"Oh. I thought you'd be around tonight," she gave him a sad face.

"Well I am, just not around here," Tom laughed. He grabbed his clothes and tossed them in a bag, he had to get going and he knew Jessica wasn't going to just leave if he asked her to. "I gotta get going though, gotta swing by the flat first. There's a flight at 3 but I don't want to miss it perchance, you know."