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I Hate You, I Love You, Chapter 27

Chapter Summary - Danielle meets someone she has heard of, but has never spoken to before, while Tom meets someone he never particularly wished to see again, both realising the others feelings.

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Rating - Mature (some chapters contain smut)

Triggers - references to Tom Hiddleston’s work with the #MeToo Movement. That chapter will be tagged accordingly.

authors Note - I have been working on this for the last 3 years, it is currently 180+ chapters long. This will be updated daily, so long as I can get time to do so, obviously.

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A MONTH LATER

“So, we just fix that around with some zip ties, and no strangulation risks.” Danielle beamed as she checked over one last area of the set before she took her place behind the camera, watching as everything was readied for the actors to take the set.

“You seem to have made yourself very comfortable here.” She turned, not knowing the deep voice behind her. “Sorry, did I startle you?”

For a moment, Danielle had no idea who it was the lean blonde man standing next to her was. “I…You’re Luke, aren’t you? I recognise you from a photo Diana has.”

“Yes, I am, Luke Windsor.” He extended his hand to her.

Danielle took it and shook it. “Danielle Hughes, I am really sorry for any and all trouble I may have caused you.”

Luke frowned at her, taken back that she would think to apologise. “I really should be thanking you, you were the reason that whole fiasco finally came to an end.”

“Technically, that accolade goes to Benedict.” She dismissed.

“But you were the one to get Tom to start questioning things; I cannot thank you enough for that.”

“I couldn’t see him being fucked over by her, though she has had a lot to say on the subject anyway.”

Luke grimaced. “Yes, she is somewhat vocal on the subject, are you worried?”

“I will say to you what I said to her, even if she called the album ‘fuck you Danielle Hughes’ I will still not buy it.”

Luke laughed. “You actually said that to her?”

“Among other things.”

“Dare I ask?”

“I think there were references to calling her a moany cunt in there somewhere.”

“I am elated you are not my client.”

“I’d have you bald by now,” Danielle replied.

“I am scared by how proudly you stated that.”

“If Tom hasn’t turned you bald after this year, I would think it somewhat a great feat to do such to you.”

“I have been close to pulling my hair out a few times.”

“I could imagine.” She smiled before turning her face more solemn. “How is he?”

Luke studied her face as he answered. “Busy, he was in Australia for reshoots and is on doing some shoots these days.”

“Any more BDSM-esque ones, I have been told on more than one occasion that that was very popular, though why people think to tell me I have no idea. I think it’s so I will pass on the message.”

“Have you spoken to him?”

“No, not since…” Danielle swallowed and looked away.

“How did your boyfriend react to the photos?” Danielle looked at him in confusion. “Tom mentioned you had one, was there any issue?”

“I don’t, I didn’t have a boyfriend then.”

“What?”

“I broke up with Paul weeks before that, I mean, almost two months.”

“So you…” Luke began. “Then why?”

“What?��

“When he…” Luke watched her carefully, seeing her begin to become more and more ashamed looking. “He told me what occurred at your residence after the meal, after the paparazzi, and your reaction.”

“I…He was a small bit drunk, he would have never wanted to, not if he was sober.”

Luke’s eyes widened. “You, wait that is why you told him to leave?”

“Yes, obviously, why?”

“Not because you had a boyfriend.”

“I didn’t have a boyfriend, why would I kiss someone if I had a boyfriend?” Danielle failed to see what Luke was trying to imply.

“Fuck me.” Luke groaned, Danielle eyed him up and down. “Shit.”

“What?”

“Do you like Tom.”

“Of course, he’s great.”

“No, God I sound like I am in a stupid rom-com movie.” Luke groaned, “I mean, have you feelings for Tom, you said you kissed him.”

“Well, I kissed him back, for a second, but it was wrong, he’d drank about a bottle of really strong wine.”

“It appears that you should speak with Tom on the matter, he needs to hear you say this.”

“Why?”

“Tom has not taken this very well, he is under the impression you loathe him now.”

“What, no I would never…”

“Then I would suggest you speak with him regarding the matter.”

“I…” Danielle didn’t know what to say. There was a small crashing noise before someone called her name. She turned for a moment and her eyes widened. “Shit.” She ran forward when she saw one of the extra’s hobbling over, shards of glass in their leg. When she finished dealing with that, there was no sign of the publicist, leaving her to wonder what exactly he was saying regarding Tom and his actions.

“Thank fuck.” Tom sighed as he finally grabbed his bag off the carousel at the airport and went to find the car that Luke had arranged to bring him home, cursing that Heathrow was swarming with people, many of whom were talking and pointing at him, while others snapped pictures on their phones, though thankfully, none seemed too interested in autographs or pictures with him, something he never minded, as fans were important to get certain roles, but he was just frustrated and tired of long flights and delays.

Going to the car that was waiting, Tom groaned as he read a text from Benedict, telling him to meet him in Convent Gardens, that there was something he had to know. Going there meant having to go into London city, and during the lunch hour rush; so he sent a text saying he was going to get the Tube in, not the least bit interested in getting caught for an hour trying to go around Leicester Square. He threw his bags into the hallway of his house and grabbed his wallet and jacket before turning around and having the driver bring him to Camden, to keep the Tube journey as short as possible while also staying out of city traffic.

Tom took out his kindle and started reading over a script he had been sent, seeing if it was any good, when a voice, or more accurately, a conversation, caught his attention nearby. “And he attacked you?” A woman exclaimed.

“Yes, but he also bit one of the nurses, so I mean, she really got the raw end of the deal, I only got a few bruises.” A man replied.

Frowning, he kept glancing to the side to see why he recognised the man’s voice, and indeed the topic of conversation, but the man had his back to him, and the woman was not someone he recognised.

“You see, that is why I love obstetrics, if someone tries to bite me, they are usually about a day old, and no teeth, trying to get some milk.” She jested back.

“Yeah, well, A&E has a lot of downsides.”

“Did you ever consider changing specialities, I mean, there are other areas you can look into?” She offered.

As they continued to talk, Tom became more and more convinced as to whom the male passenger was, but he could not be sure. When the intercom stated the next station was Leicester Square, he put away his kindle and got ready to get out. As luck would have it, the woman rose to her feet, and the man straight after. “Change here is it?” Tom’s eyes widened as he saw Paul, Danielle’s Paul, intertwine the woman’s hand in his.

“Yes, to Covent Gardens, that’s where Charles said they would be.” She smiled back, squeezing her hand in his.

Tom’s body shook with rage as he watched Paul look at the woman next to him the same way he had looked at Danielle. Walking not too far behind, he watched the pair interacting, seeing that they were close, the small interactions they made proving they were very close indeed. Ironically, he was behind them the entire way around the underground station, making their way to the other platform. He watched as Paul kissed the other woman, clearly not caring who saw them, the entire time, Tom simply scowled at him.

The next train arrived, and Tom got on further down the carriage to the loved-up pair, neither noticing the celebrity that was currently glaring at them. It was only one stop to Covent Gardens, but the whole way, all Tom could think of was Danielle and the fact that while she was away working, Paul was clearly not waiting for her return home, the idea of which angered him. Finally, the train stopped in Covent Gardens, and Tom disembarked, not noticing the pair also getting out. He made his way up the stairwells and out to the plush dining district of the city. It was easy to spot Benedict, he was speaking with a fan not too far away, and after signing something for her, he turned and saw his friend, tilting his head slightly to indicate for Tom to join him.

“How was Oz?”

“Warm.”

“I can imagine.” Ben laughed before he took in Tom’s demeanour. “What’s up, you look like you are about to kill someone?”

“I saw Paul.”

“I have no idea who you are talking about.”

“Paul, Danielle’s boyfriend.”

“Riiight?” Benedict had no idea what that had to do with anything.

“He was on the Tube, with another woman.”

“In what way?” Benedict asked cautiously.

“In a way that a man that is seeing one woman should not be with another.”

“Shit, what are you going to do?”

“I have to tell her.”

“I can’t imagine that will go well.”

“What else can I do Ben; it’s not fair to her. Why the fuck would any man that has a girl like that cheat?”

“Why does anyone?” Ben challenged.

“I have to do something.”

“Look, we’ll discuss it after we get something to eat, alright?” Benedict offered. “Until then, I have big news, Tom, you remember that part I was talking about? The brilliant one, I can’t do it, clashes with something to do with Sherlock, but I heard the only other person the director will even consider is you.”

Tom listened to Benedict as best he could as they made their way to the restaurant the older had made reservations in, but his mind was only half there, all he could think about was Danielle and Paul.

“You aren’t listening to half of what I am saying, are you?” Benedict laughed as Tom stared at the food in front of him. “You’re still hung up on her, aren’t you?”

“Worse than before.”

“And now this.” Benedict shook his head. “I haven’t heard from her while you were away, I mean, she would hardly be contacting me anyway, but nothing has come to me regarding her.”

“I…Fuck, this is just wrong,” Tom growled in frustration. He was about to say something else when he noticed a familiar face in front of him; when he recognised the person, his jaw clenched.

Paul was there, his arm around the blonde woman’s waist that Tom had seen him with on the Tube, and beside them were others, all being sat at a table very close to where Tom and Benedict were sitting.

“What?” Benedict asked quietly, looking at the group, and then to Tom, who seemed to have frozen next to him. “Friends of yours?”

“No, that’s Paul.” He whispered back.

Benedict’s eyes widened before he focused on the man Tom referenced and his female friend. “I see.”

The pair said nothing for a minute, not wanting to draw attention to themselves. The group began chatting about mundane things only a group of friends would be interested in hearing about one another. But soon after, Tom and Benedict heard the conversation take a turn.

“You see, a far better fit for you Paul than a paramedic.” One man declared. “I knew she wasn’t right for you, I said it all along. She’s a fucking nutcase, getting all bitchy at me when I apologised and everything, seriously Paul, you deserve a woman like Lucia, smart, beautiful, able to see you have good friends.”

Benedict shook his head at Tom, who seemed ready to go over and kill the other man.

“I rather not talk about Danielle at all, thank you, it’s weird to even bring her up, Lucia is right here.”

Tom actually began to rise from the table that time, since Paul had not told his friend to cease talking about other women in Danielle’s presence; but Benedict grabbed him and pulled him back down. “We’re in a public place, I know you want to throttle him, but he is not worth it.” He bit out through gritted teeth.

Tom shook again, his appetite leaving him as he forced himself to endure knowing the people so close by were so scathing of Danielle. When Benedict had gone to take a call, Tom watched from the corner of his eye as Paul excused himself from the table, kissing the woman he assumed to be called Lucia as he did, and went to the bathroom. Unable to stop himself, and without Benedict to prevent him, Tom rose and walked after him.

When Paul turned around from the urinal, he was startled to see the actor behind him. “Hello.”

“What the hell are you doing?” Tom growled.

“What?” Paul asked, confused.

“What, can’t reference Elle in front of your little ‘girlfriend’, but it was alright the other way around?” Tom spat back.

Paul put up his hands. “I am just trying to stop myself from making the same mistakes twice, Danielle made it clear where I fucked up.”

“I think fucking another woman comes above that racist prick, to be honest.”

“What…I never fucked…you think I am cheating on Danielle?” Paul realised.

“You are kissing another woman in plain sight and claiming you’re not?” Tom scoffed.

“Danielle and I broke up.” Tom’s anger dissolved immediately, leaving him standing there, perplexed. “She broke up with me before she went to work in Manchester; before the papers splashed those pictures of you, your mother and her at the restaurant all over them, didn’t she tell you?” Tom shook his head. “I have not seen Danielle since the night after the argument we had. I mean, I had tried to get her back, but she just shut me out, using her new career as an excuse.”

Tom swallowed hard, he had genuinely thought Danielle was still involved with the doctor, but when he thought about it, she never really had confirmed it, only saying he had not been pleased with her change of career, something blatantly obvious from the manner he spoke of it.

“You really thought I was cheating on her with Lucia, didn’t you?” Tom nodded, still unable to speak. “Well, I am glad you thought to defend her, but no, I am not. To be honest, I thought she was with you now.” Tom frowned. “She was never really interested in me, I think she tried to be but couldn’t, and when I saw those photo’s, the ones that were taken before you all noticed the cameras, the way she was in your company, she seemed so, natural, genuinely content and happy.” He explained. Tom swallowed again. “I had better go back outside.” Paul washed his hands quickly. “If you do see her, please tell her that I’m happy for her.” Tom nodded but said no more.

Tom stood in the bathroom, trying to understand what it was that had just happened. After about five minutes, Benedict came in, looking around then back at his friend in concern. “Do I want to know?”

“I spoke with Paul.”

Benedict grimaced. “Oh, and?”

“They broke up.”

“Him and Danielle?”

Tom nodded. “Before the pictures of us at the restaurant.”

“I see.”

“So it wasn’t him that was the issue, it was me.”

“I’m not so sure of that.” Benedict chuckled. Tom looked at him in annoyance, so Benedict took out his phone. “When you told me about what happened, that night on her doorstep, I spoke with Sophie, and she thought the exact same thing as I did.” He explained. “That Ms Hughes was terrified of being rejected by you and not that she was in any way concerned with anything else. And when I went and paid more attention to the photo’s from the restaurant, I noticed that she seemed to be looking at you sorrowfully in the ones when you were leaving, but the ones from before, the ones you did not notice being taken.” Benedict held up the phone for Tom to see. “I think it is safe to say that Danielle is anything but disinterested.”

Tom took the phone and studied it, focusing in on the commendably good picture of him and Danielle at the table, when he enlarged her image, he had to note the goofily large smile on her face as she looked directly into his eyes. “It can’t be.” he handed the phone back. “Why would she be frightened of being rejected?”

“Because isn’t that everyone’s greatest fear, being rejected by those we love?” Benedict suggested.

“Elle doesn’t…” Tom couldn’t force himself to say the words.

“Can you say that with conviction?” Benedict challenged. “I am willing to wager that you’re wrong.”

“What do I do?” Tom asked, lost at the very idea of it being a possibility. Benedict was about to answer when Tom’s phone lit up. “It’s her.”

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