Tom Felton: Live and Dangerous Tour

Part 11

Kayla was walking through the tube station heading up towards St Pancras train station so that she could a direct train back to Sheffield. But did she want to go back to Sheffield? Kayla didn't know herself. Tears started to fall down her cheeks as she continued to walk.

She tapped out of the tube station where a member of the TfL saw that she was crying.

"Hey miss, are you ok?"

Kayla looked up at the lady with tears running down her cheeks. She shook her head in response and collapsed into a heap on the floor in floods of tears.

The lady and another of her colleagues helped Kayla up from the floor and took her into a private room where she could recuperate before continuing on her journey.

Kayla was helped into a chair where she curled up and cried her eyes out. She couldn't say anything through the tears. Her phone was going off in her pocket, she ignored the call.

"Is there anyone that we can contact for you?" The lady asked.

"No, I'm not from London, I'm from up North. Sheffield. I have no family around me even back home." Kayla told the lady as she managed to talk.

"Anyone from down here. A friend perhaps?"

"No, I have no one." Kayla got her phone out to see the numerous missed calls and messages from Tom.

"Are you sure about not contacting anyone? Because I think that someone is trying to contact you."

"It's just someone I met yesterday. I'm supposed to be a dancer on a tour. I have only been here one day and I feel like I have been pushed around because I haven't received the training that they all have had. I'm not professionally trained dancer, but I have always wanted to go to a top performing arts academy here in London. I have been bullied all of my younger years, and I thought that this would be different. But no, my fellow dancers don't like me because I was chosen as his dancer." Kayla burst into tears.

Her phone started ringing again.

"Can I answer the phone? It looks like someone wants to talk."

Kayla nodded her head. The lady answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Kayla? Is that you?" Tom asked.

"No I am one of the workers for the TfL that is with your friend at the moment."

"TfL? What has happened to her?" Tom demanded.

"She had just tapped out of the gates and she then collapsed into a flood of tears. We are caring for your friend at the moment until she feels ready to continue her journey." Tom was told.

"Which station is she at?" Tom asked.

"Kings Cross St Pancras."

"Thank you. I will be there soon."

"Just ask one of my colleagues for Josie they will know who you mean. See you soon." The lady who called herself Josie hung up Kayla's phone and passed it back to her.

"Your friend is very worried about you miss."