He’s My Girl (Chapter 14)
TITLE OF STORY: He’s My Girl
CHAPTER: 14
AUTHOR: miss-m-and-her-blog
WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Actor!Tom
GENRE: Romance, Action, Drama
FIC SUMMARY: He’s a guy, she’s a boy in disguise. He’s an actor, she’s a stuntman or -woman. How can it ever work when the famous Tom Hiddleston stars in an action film, with Charlie or Charlene as his stunt choreographer? RATING: T
WARNINGS/TRIGGERS/AUTHORS NOTES: There would be a scene that would involve sexual harassment and rape trigger. And also strong languages.
FEEDBACK/COMMENTS: I may not be correct on what studio owns the rights for Gone With The Wind (sorry about that); but if all of you would hate me for it, I would like to see Baz Lurhman direct a remake for the Gone With The Wind ^_^ Imagine the visuals and the colors! :D I hope y’all enjoy this chapter, dearies. ^_^
"Screen test for Tom Hiddleston as Ashley Wilkes." The PA announced as the camera panned on Tom.
He wore a Confederate Officer's uniform as Ashley and had his hair styled the same as Leslie Howard’s when he took on the role.
Tom started to deliver lines towards the camera, “Oh, Scarlett! You are so fine, strong and beautiful. Not just your sweet face, my dear... But you.”
He was looking at the camera as if he was talking to another person, with the most serene look on his face.
The PA girls, couldn’t help but sigh and bite their lips just because Tom looked so devilishly dreamy as he delivered those lines. Some of the cameramen even whispered, God, he’s hot. No homo, by the way.
“That's great, Tom!" Baz Luhrman praised him behind the camera, then he shot a knowing look over the squealing PAs behind him.
Tom did more shots as Ashley, this time, he had to remove the uniform, stripping down to a dark grey shirt, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
A crewman now came up in front of Tom, holding a scene clapper, “Take 2, Tom Hiddleston as Ashley Wilkes.”
Before speaking, Tom looked down and thought about what emotion the scene calls for. When he was ready, he inhaled slowly, then looked on to the camera, and delivered Ashley’s speech;
“Melanie is the gentlest of dreams and a part of my dreaming. And if the war had not come I would have lived out my life, happily buried at Twelve Oaks, contentedly watching life go by and never being a part of it. But when the war came, life as it really is thrust itself against me.
“The first time I went into action—it was at Bull Run, you remember—I saw my boyhood friends blown to bits and heard dying horses scream and learned the sickeningly horrible feeling of seeing men crumple up and spit blood when I shot them. But those weren't the worst things about the war, Scarlett. The worst thing about the war was the people I had to live with.”
The crew behind the camera went quiet after Tom had just delivered Ashley’s long speech. They all looked at Tom as he was still in character, with the most realistic look of grieving in his face.
Another PA whispered, God, he’s so perfect.
Tom heard that and his eyes searched for that PA, which made her quietly whimper. The screen tests went on for another half hour, and for that half-hour, Tom was made to try out some costumes instead of delivering lines from the script.
After his screen test, Tom saw and greeted Joel Edgerton when the Aussie actor arrived. Joel was set to play the lead role, Rhett Butler. The parts for Scarlett O’Hara and Melanie Hamilton has not yet been cast but Tom already heard that Warner Bros. is courting Emilia Clarke for Scarlett.
After the long process of screen tests, Tom was free for the rest of the afternoon and night. The first thing he did was call up Paula.
“Hey, hon. How’re the screen tests?” Paula greeted him over the phone, he could hear the background of the TV warble on the line.
“It’s great. I have the script already, I’m wondering if we could meet up, read each others’ scripts.” Tom offered.
Paula shifted on her seat, “Oh, I’m sorry, hon. I don’t feel up to it. Besides, Uncle George also invited me to Ian’s housebreaking in Malibu. I said I might think about it.”
Paula paused over the line, but Tom waited for her to speak again.
“How about we go? Let’s gate-crash Ian’s new Malibu home.” Paula mischievously suggested.
Tom chuckled over the line, masking his true reactions to what he just heard; he didn’t want to because he’s really not in good terms with Ian. But if he turns Paula down, he might get her cold and silent treatment once more and he would not be able to tolerate that anymore.
“Who did Ian invited again?” Tom tried to ask, just in case he felt bored in the housebreaking party, he might be able to converse and languish at the comfort of his friends who have also attended the event.
“Everyone from the studio, I think,” Paula answered vaguely.
“You mean everyone? George, Gwen, Julian? Al?” then he paused for a moment, “How about Charlie?”
There were a few seconds of silence after Tom had just mentioned Charlie’s name. Tom thought Paula had forgotten they were talking on the phone, then, he heard her voice,
“Yes. Everyone. Even Charlie is there.” Paula replied flatly.
“We might as well gate-crash. Everyone’s there, except us.” Tom said.
“Okay. I’ll see you in 20.” Paula lastly said then she ended the call.
Tom didn’t even hear a goodbye or an I love you, and so, he only shoved down his phone on his pocket. Sometimes Paula could go 0 to a 100 in a matter of seconds. He only shook his head and started to walk into the car park and get his car.
The sea breeze swept over Charlie as he stood at the viewing deck of the three-storey house, overlooking the sea and the setting sun over the Pacific ocean. Ian’s new home was built near a cliff, and a few miles away from Point Dume. It wasn’t humble-looking and monochromatic like Tom’s home; walls made out of glasses, industrial-like interior and exterior that screams out modern from top to bottom.
He knew Ian to be a bit of a hipster, and that’s explanation itself why his home turned out to be that way. But Charlie admired it anyway, and he even deduced that the house was made to hold parties like this. But actually, Charlie didn’t wanted to go to the housebreaking. As soon as the filming ended for the day, Ian had already caught him and begged him to come with them for tonight.
He had no choice as Ian was flashing him puppy-dog eyes and Ian held him close and started groveling in front of everybody that the party would never be complete without him.
Charlie didn’t wanted to make anymore scene as the people around the set had their eyes on both of them; because of that, he agreed to go to Ian’s party. The reason why he didn’t wanted to go was that he felt like not going, and besides, Tom wouldn’t be there.
His eyes now roamed as he looked for a ruffled, almost ginger-head, six-foot-two high, with glasses and probably has Paula on his arm, but there was none.
When Charlie would give up hoping Tom would be there, it’s when he saw Julian talking to another man, the same as his height, that fits perfectly the description; Tom came after all.
As if Tom heard Charlie’s thoughts, Tom met glances with him, even though he was far away and perched on the viewing deck.
Tom waved with his left hand, while his right arm held Paula. Charlie waved back. The next thing Charlie knew, he had walked the distance between him and Tom, and now they are standing in front of each other.
“Hey, Tom! Glad you could come.” Charlie giddily greeted Tom, even giving him a bro-hug that he intended to give Tom.
Tom chuckled ehehe then said, “We are technically gate-crashers here.”
Julian was observing them and he could see that Charlie had been lit like the 4th of July as soon as he saw Tom. George then came over their semi-circle and greeted everyone.
“Oh, Paulie, you came after all!” He greeted his niece and gave her a peck on the cheek.
George had a champagne on hand, but they noticed that Al was his arm-candy. No one was batting an eyelash to that, as George is now proudly showing off everybody how much he adores Al.
Then, Tom asked around, “By the way, where’s Ian?”
They all looked around at each other and outside their semi-circle, the host was nowhere to be found.
For a few moments, they all chit-chatted, admiring the house; the food, the drinks and DJ’s sick beats playing off of the loud and large speakers.
The beat then started booming all over the cavernous ceiling of the house, and everyone was lost to the song and the dance steps everyone is dishing out. The lights were lowered and it revealed the glow-in-the-dark paint that were placed on the house’s interior. A lot of people gasped and pointed it out, as if the ceiling were bright as the Aurora Borealis.
But in the middle of it, Charlie felt a strong hand grip his elbow,
"Hey, Charlie. Care to join me?" Ian slurred, he looked tipsy and Charlie had to hold both his arms so Ian won't lean forward.
Tom, while he danced with Paula, saw this. But when he saw how Charlie smiled at Ian, he had to look away. They are friends, why wouldn’t they be happy to see each other?
"Where? Are you all right? How much have you drunk?" Charlie could smell Ian's liqour-laced breath all over his face.
Ian smirked, "Not much. Just enough."
Charlie tried to smile, but he was trying to figure out what Ian is up to.
"Come on, I'm gonna show you something." Ian cocked his head to the side and urged Charlie to follow him.
All the while, Ian held Charlie's hand, which everybody saw as they made their way through the dancing crowd.
When they reached the second floor, at the farther corner of that storey, Ian opened a wide wooden door; only to reveal a some kind of lounge room, full of things that are the staple need for a man. Billiards, comfortable lazboy seats, and also the newest edition of an XBOX.
But, of all the things, Ian proudly pointed at the large cabinet of awards and plaques that he had received.
"Look at that; that's what I wanted to show you." Ian now pulled Charlie close so they could have a closer look.
Charlie's eyes widened as he saw a trophy from the Golden Globes that stood at a higher shelf, just below Ian's Emmy trophy.
Then, he pointed at the plaques and trophies at the farther left. They were recognition and awards from Ian's Taekwondo competition days.
Charlie immediately went to it and read the labels emblazoned on each trophy. There was even one bronze medal from the 2011 World Taekwondo Championships, and he represented the US for the featherweight division.
"Wow, you won all of these? And you even got to WT?" Charlie beamed with admiration.
"Yep. I was only 19 when I won that. After that, I got into acting.” Ian smiled at the memory.
As Charlie gawked at the awards, medals, and trophies, Ian stood close beside him, “And that's what I wanted to show you--my achievements." Ian leaned on the sturdy corner of the cabinet.
Charlie shrugged, "I've always wanted to join competitions... Too bad, I didn't had much money to join."
However, Ian was not listening to what Charlie was saying. Instead, he stepped in closer to Charlie.
"I've shown you everything, and you're still not yet impressed." Ian then clicked his tongue, his eyes gently burning with malevolence.
Charlie felt something was not right.
"Hey, don't say that. I'm actually impressed; a little bit envious," a nervous chuckle went out of Charlie's lips, then he placed a hand over Ian's muscular shoulder.
Everything happened quickly under a second; the next thing Charlie knew, Ian had pulled his hand downwards, until it touched Ian's crotch.
Ian had an iron grip on Charlie's hand, and he made sure Charlie would feel his flesh underneath the fabric of his trousers.
"How about that? Does this impress you? Because you're the only one making this big boy hard." Ian whispered to his ear.
Charlie felt Ian's hard on, warm and almost raging underneath his palm. He had to snap his hand back, as Ian’s smile became almost demonic; it sent shivers on Charlie’s spine. As if all of the alarms went off and rang out Charlie had no time to explain or be polite, he immediately thought of the exit.
When he was about to step out and leave, Ian grabbed him by the shoulders; Ian's lips were on his ear;
"You think you could leave? I've waited fucking long enough to have you."
Charlie forgot what happened next, but the next thing he knew--his belly was flat on the nearby billiard table; while Ian rubbed his throbbing erection on the crevice of his ass.
"Ian! Stop it! Let me go!" Charlie shouted, his voice started to reveal his real feminine tone.
A snarl and a hiss came out of Ian's breath as he grinded on Charlie, while his strong hands kept Charlie pinned down on the table.
"I've wanted to fuck your tight ass. I bet you're still a virgin. Don't worry, I have a lube here in handy; I won't make it hurt for your first time." Ian hissed on Charlie's ear.
Tears were now streaming down Charlie's cheeks as he struggled to be free from Ian. There, a thousand possibilities ran up and down Charlie's mind; if Ian fulfilled his task, he would discover that Charlie is a woman.
But the most terrifying thought that came up to his mind was having his virtue as a woman, taken forcefully by Ian; without any respect or even love, just with pure and unabridge lust.
No, god, please. Not this way, please. Charlie's thoughts rattled his ears.
"Now let's get this pants of yours, down." Ian mischievously remarked, turning Charlie over to reach over the zipper.
Charlie saw the opportunity; the moment Ian had turned him over, he gave a strong kick on Ian's shin.
"Motherfucker!" Ian screamed out in pain.
Run! The first thing Charlie thought.
But, he felt Ian pull him down, until they were both down on the carpeted floor.
"You're not getting away this time, you little shit!" Ian cursed at him.
Charlie immediately kick Ian in the face. The first one hit Ian by the forehead, then the second one landed on Ian's nose that it knocked him down.
Charlie had no time to check if Ian is all right; all of his instinct only told him to go and run as far away as he can. His legs bolted, and he was rushing down the stairs; taking two steps at a time.
Meanwhile, Tom had just come out of the noisy crowd, wanting to get some fresh air with Paula.
"Why, Ian didn't even saw us. We're not doing our job as gatecrashers." Paula joked as she placed her arm on Tom's waist.
Tom was about to speak when he noticed someone running towards the large gates, leading outside the main road. He immediately recognized that person to be Charlie.
"Hey, that's Charlie." Tom turned to Paula, then he waved and shouted, "Charlie!"
Like he was raving mad, Charlie only looked back at Tom, then he scurried quickly out of the gates.
"What? What is wrong with him? Come on, hon." Tom urged Paula to come over and chase down Charlie.
When they reached the gates, they saw Charlie bursting out to tears and breaking down as he leaned on a column.
Tom felt shock and pity to see Charlie that way. He approached Charlie, and Charlie was still jumpy as he tried to push Tom away.
"It's all right. It's me, mate--Tom. Are you okay? What happened?" Tom's gentle voice seemed to have worked, but Charlie was still like a spooked mare, ready to run off with the slightest surprise.
"I-I need to... I need to go home. I want to get out of here... Please. I don't want to stay here any longer!" Charlie cried out, his tears and snot running down his face.
Tom had never seen Charlie so shaken before, and it breaks his heart to see him this way.
"Okay. I'll take you home. Hon, come on, let's take Charlie home." Tom asked Paula, but she only stood there, arms crossed on her chest.
"No. You take him home. I'll hitch a ride way home." Paula replied, a certain irritation on her tone.
"Are you sure? I can't leave you here." Tom tried to reach out for Paula's shoulder.
But she evaded his touch, "No, seriously. I think Charlie needs help."
Tom didn't wanted to argue, he only nodded at Paula. Then, he went over to Charlie and placed his hands in his shoulders.
"Let's get you home, man. You'll be all right." Tom hushed Charlie's heaving sobs.
Tom looked over his shoulder to see Paula for the last time. She only stood there, her face was indeterminable against the night's shadow cast upon her. Without anything else to say, Tom led Charlie into his car. He opened the passenger seat to Charlie, then he got on and they drove away. But Paula remained standing there near the gates. She had to unclenched her fists, only to find deep marks on her palms made by her sharp fingernails.
They finally reached the highway when Charlie urgently asked Tom to stop the car.
Tom hasn't parked his car at the roadside, but Charlie already bolted out of the car and vomited at the side of the road.
Tom went over Charlie, who was vomiting everything he had eaten and drunk at the party.
When Charlie was done, Tom took his handkerchief, with a classy embroidery of his monogram at the corner.
Charlie took it and wiped the filth off of his lips. He was going to give it back to Tom but,
"Keep it, Charlie." Tom smiled at him
Charlie squeezed the fragrant handkerchief of Tom's in his hand. His eyes then wandered over the view of Malibu beach, when he started crying again.
Tom exhaled sharply, "What happened back there?"
Charlie broke down to tears again, and at first, he could not clearly speak. Tom reached out and placed an arm over Charlie's shoulder. If Charlie was not ready to talk, he would just be there to comfort him; when suddenly,
"Ian tried to rape me. He took me on one of the rooms upstairs. He grinded his cock on me, saying that he'll take my virginity." Charlie muttered, his eyes watery and looking away from Tom.
He was ashamed that Tom needed to hear those things. He was ashamed he had to look weak in front of him.
But, in the least expected it, Tom pulled him in, encasing him in a warm and gentle embrace.
"I'll fucking kill him. How could he do that?!" Tom cursed, Charlie felt the tremors of his anger as Tom kept on hugging him.
"I'm sorry, Charlie..." He whispered over Charlie's ear, "You're safe now. You're with me. You're fine." Tom gently hushed Charlie again, cooing him, calming his shock down.
Charlie could not help it, he buried his face on Tom's chest and he held Tom's body close to his.
"Please don't leave me." Charlie softly cried out.
Tom laid his cheek on the top of his head, "I won't. I'm right here, I won't leave you."
Tom caressed Charlie's nape, the silken buzzed hair on it, met by his straight black hair at the ends. His other hand was on Charlie's back, there, he felt a strange binding that rested near Charlie's chest. But Tom had no time to take notice of it.
He only kept on caressing Charlie's hair until he calmed down. But the rage that he felt for Ian, stormed inside his chest. He thought of ways to beat the crap out of Ian, to avenge Charlie. However, all those thoughts were shoved down when he felt something as he embraced Charlie--that feeling that he didn't wanted to let go of him.
Because if he did, it felt like it would take a special piece away from him, leaving it void and hurting.
Tom looked down on Charlie as they embraced each other for a long time. Why couldn't he let Charlie go?
Why do I care for you this much? Tom thought to himself.
He wanted to know why, but he has a hunch that he would never find out why embracing Charlie, had set something on him; something so curious and innocent, he can't even deny or leave it be.