Love & War

Chapter 6

A/N: sorry another shortish chapter. Like i said previously i decided to break up what i had written because it seemed way to long to post as one. I hope everyone is liking this story so far, please comment either way. I'd like to know what you guys think. Enjoy.

(Tom’s POV) 30 minutes ago

I wake up fuzzy headed in a room I don’t recognize. My throat is dryer than the desert. I need water, what the hell happened last night? The last thing I remember is dancing with Anna at the end of the night, but the rest of the evening is lost to me. How did I end up in a strange bed?

I try to sit up on the edge of the bed and everything hurts. As I’m sitting here, I continue to look around the room. The décor is somewhat familiar with pictures hung on the walls, all black and whites. I notice two pills and a glass of water sitting on the nightstand. I reach for the glass. As I’m going to take a drink I accidently slosh water out of the cup all over myself, I realize I’m in nothing but my boxers. How? Who? I think to myself. I know I need to get up and figure out where I’m at, but my legs don’t want to work. I set the glass back on the nightstand and work on getting out of the bed.

Just as I stand up a wave of dizziness clouds my vision and I reach out to steady myself. My hand doesn’t connect with anything solid, but instead I knock the glass off the nightstand as I tumble into the wall, almost knocking the lamp off as well. I hear a door open from not too far away, so once again I’m up off the bed, but instead of standing I just kind of slide off of it onto the floor, taking the comforter and sheet with me. Fuck it, I’m just gonna stay here, I think to myself as I lay my head back and onto the mattress and close my eyes.

I hear the click of the bedroom door and turn my head to look that way. My heart leaps into my throat, I’m staring at a gun. Holy Shit, I glance from the gun to the person holding it and my heart stops. It’s Anna and she’s even more gorgeous than before.

We talk for a second, when I mention the gun and the view; she blushes and starts rambling a bit and rushes out the door. It’s quite cute actually. I spot my cell phone laying on the floor plugged into a charger, and grab it. It’s 7:30. So much for sleeping in. 4 missed calls from Luke, my publicist and 5 missed calls from Hemsworth. There are 3 text messages and 4 voicemails (I’m sure all from Luke), this is gonna be great, I think to myself.

Text 1 from Luke: Tom! Where r u? Y wont u answer ur phone? Got a call last night with an intrvw request. Its @ 4 tnght. Call me!

Text 2 from Hemsworth: Bro, do we need to have a talk? I hrd from Ranger that u r @ A’s place. WTF happened last night. Some1 postd a pic on twitter of u 2 making out at the club. U break her <3, and bro or not, ill break u. Sry to b harsh.

Text 3 from Luke again: Holy shit tom, have you been on twitter? WTH man. We need to fix this. Who is this chick that’s all over u? Ill be at ur hotel in a ½ hr, call me immediately!

Confused, I turn on my twitter feed and right there is a photo of Anna and I in mid lip lock. She’s standing on her toes with her arms wrapped around my neck and, oh god, my hands are all over her ass.

It’s not that I don’t like her, because I do like her, a lot, but what ever happened to decorum. Dinner, movie, dating. Nope, I have to get drunk and make out in the middle of a dance floor. And that leads to another question, did we have sex? Or did it end at the club. Nah, we couldn’t have, I’m in a completely different room. Unless I’m a horrible person and we did it in a car or something. She would have said something though, right? Right. I think it ended at the club. Oh God, I don’t know.

I finally make my way up trying to find my clothes. I find my pants and dress shirt under the blankets at the end of the bed, but I cannot find my t-shirt. I throw my pants on and my shirt, only to realize that most of the buttons are missing. Really? What did I do, hulk out of it? As I take it back off my phone goes off, it’s Luke. I can’t not answer it; he’ll freak and send in the National Guard or something. “Hello”

“My God Tom, where the hell are you? I’ve been looking for you for 2 hours.”

“I’m at a friend’s house. I’ll be back to the hotel shortly.”

“Is this the same friend that you were sucking face with in the middle of a VERY public place? What the fuck Tom, have you lost your damn mind?”

“I got drunk, Luke, it’s not the end of the world. I really like this girl and I’m pretty sure nothing happened beyond what you seen in the picture.”

“You think? You think nothing happened? How can you not know? Seriously, you think? Please tell me you are on your way back to the hotel right now. What do you even know about this girl? She could be celebrity groupie or some shit. Oh my god, what if she’s a prostitute? Did you think of that?” I shake my head even though he can’t see me. Sometimes he acts more like my mom than my mom does.

“Luke, I’ll be back shortly. She’s not a prostitute or a celebrity groupie. Calm yourself. I’ll call you when I’m on my way back, I swear. I’m hanging up now.” I can still hear Luke going on in the phone as I hit the disconnect button. I guess it’s time to see what’s going on. I grab my shirt and carry it with me downstairs.

I hear Anna talking to someone as soon as I open the bedroom door. I’m not quite sure what they are talking about, something to do with a map and different types of terrain. I go down the steps to see Anna bent over a laptop while on her desktop screen a guy is talking to her. She’s responding when he notices me behind her.

After a few minutes, I’m laughing way too much at the two guys on the computer, I like these guys instantly.  I can’t tell how tall either guy is, but Charlie has shaggy black hair, while Max’s brown hair is so short it’s nearly bald. They both have a great sense of humor. The screen goes blank and Anna will barely look at me. I have to hide a laugh. She seems completely embarrassed.