Battle Scars: Sequel to The War On Love

Chapter 10

I feel like I'm dying. I have a massive headache. It's like my temple is being stabbed over and over and over again. My stomach is in knots and, I don't know, I just feel like death. If you've ever felt like this, you understand my feelings.

It's that moment when my phone decides to buzz and keep buzzing where I start to hate the world and all the insolent beings on it. I hit the answer button and turn it on speaker, burying my face back in my pillow.

"Emmalyn?"

"What do you want?" I grumble.

"Where the hell are you?!" A British voice asks.

"In my room, dying."

"That is a true shame, Emmalyn." Thomas clicks his tongue slightly. "I'll send flowers to your funeral if it makes you feel better."

"What kind of flowers?" I ask.

"Does it really matter? You'll be dead."

 "Well, I want to know if I should come back and haunt you for giving me ugly flowers."

"Irises. I know they're your favorite."

"Good," I mumble, releasing a heavy yawn.

"Oh, poor Emmalyn is tired," Thomas says and I can hear the smirk in his voice.

"Shut up," I groaned.

He chuckles before saying, "I'll let you go. See you in a bit, love," but his words come out more of a loving whisper  than anything else. There is a soft click on the other end of the line goes dead.

See me in a bit? What?

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Paris begins to bark loudly as someone opens the door. She awakens me from my state of unconsciousness. I release a loud groan and pull my quilts over my head. Loud laughter makes me poke my head out from its hideaway. Thomas Sangster is leaning against the door frame with a bag and two cups in his hands.

He steps in as I retreat back inside my cave. He sets the stuff on the table and sits on the edge of my bed. "I brought you soup."

"What kind?" I ask softly.

"Chicken noodle."

I pull the covers from my head and sit up on. He opens the bag and removes a cup of soup. He takes off the lid and hands me a little plastic soup before setting the cup gently down on the bed next to me. "Be careful. It's hot," he mumbles. He removes a grilled cheese sandwich from the bag for himself.

We eat in silence, my eyes are trained on my soup and he stares silently at his sandwich. He quickly balls up his wrapper and tosses it in my now empty soup cup before putting the cup back inside the bag.

He clears his throat as he looks down. I look up at him with an eyebrow arched. "I, um, was wondering if, uh, maybe, you would like to see a movie sometime... I mean, if you want to that is! You don't have to! I'm sorry.... This is awkward. I'll leave now...." He says quickly, standing to leave.

"Thomas Brodie-Sangster, you sit your ass back down now!" I growl. He does as I say and sits back down on the edge of my bed. "You brought me soup and risked getting sick by just being here. I think the least I could do is go to the movies with you."

Thomas smiles faintly and brings my hand up to his lips and kisses it softly. He then stands and leaves. I can see the smile on his face as he walks away. Not five minutes later did my phone bizz with a twitter notification.

@SangsterThomas That moment when you land a date with the ex you've been wanting back since you broke up X)

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day! I don't have much to say except have a nice day, thanks for reading, I have to go, and COMMENT/VOTE!!! -med_01

QOTC:Do you have a Valentine?

My answer: NOPE