Unscripted Love • A Tom Hardy fanfic

Chapter 54

"Fiona," Tom knocked on the door. It had been 4 days and she didn't return any of his calls or texts. Monica wasn't on his side and didn't provide him with anything other than she was alive. He knocked again loudly on the front door before putting his key and opening it.

The house was silent.

"Fiona!" Tom peaked into the living room before running toward their bedroom. He cursed himself as he did. She wasn't in the bedroom either. The bed was unmade. He saw her phone was plugged in on the table. She may have been downstairs.
He clicked her phone on and saw a message from Monica. She had asked how she was earlier that morning. Fiona hadn't texted Tom at all but she was replying to her friend. He exited out of their message and scrolled through to see who else she had talked to. His messages all were unread. There were 3 unread from Mike as well. That made him fume that he texted her but he took a breath and realized she hadn't opened them, let alone replied. Unless he came over... Tom thought. He looked around the room. He checked her call log and there were only calls to and from Monica, her mom, and sister, and 100 missed calls from him. None from Mike.

He set it back down and laid back on the bed. He heard the sound of clinking pots and pans. He got up and walked into the kitchen.

"Fi, I'm sorry..." he said as he turned into the dining room. It wasn't Fiona however but Mary their housekeeper. She came every other week usually, but every week when it was just Fiona who tended to make things rather messy when left on her own.

"Mary, do you know where Fiona is?" He asked.

"She went out for a run when I got here. Maybe, almost an hour ago, sir." She nodded.

"Oh ok," he was relieved. He sat down at the clean white dining room table. He subtly tried to get information on how Fiona was doing. "How has the house been?"

"Oh the usual," Mary was an older woman in her late 40s. She did a lot of the homes on their street. Tom nodded. He went to look around the basement and settled on the couch and turned the TV on. Mary had already cleaned in there, it was spotless. Mary finished up the house and left through the garage door.

Fiona arrived back and went into their room to take a shower, seemingly unaware Tom had returned. Tom waited until she came out before talking to her, he didn't want to scare her by being outside the door when she got out.
She walked toward the kitchen in her pink Victoria's Secret robe. She stopped at the sight of him lounging on the couch.

"When did you get here?" She said flatly. It was the first time she spoke to him since their webcam fight.

"A little while ago," he stood up, "can we talk?"

"Sure. Let me go get dressed," she walked back to the room and threw on a gray long sleeve shirt and a pair of striped shorts. Tom waited in the hallway. "You can come in."

Tom opened the door to her sitting on the now made bed. He pulled over a chair and sat across from her.

"So let's hear it," her lips tightened into a straight line. She scratched at her left wrist under her sleeve.

"I didn't mean to jump to conclusions," Tom said calmly.

Fiona corrected him, "You didn't jump to conclusions. You accused me."

"You're right. I let my insecurities and honestly my expectations get the best of me. I hoped you would stay with me but I expected you wouldn't," he rubbed his neck. "So I figured it was coming at some point and assumed it was happening then."

She nodded. She got the insecure part and the waiting for everything to fall apart.

"I'm sorry. I feel guilty for not being here for you. You deserve someone to be with you all the time. Not leave you in a house all by yourself for weeks," she stared at him waiting for the break up. Her fingers picked at the skin harder. She wondered if she could actually tear her arm open with her nails. "I assumed this guy would offer that to you. Or if not him, someone else."