In a fortnight

Chapter 3

"Thank you." I looked up and Tom was walking away from me towards Ewan. My heart began to flutter. No one had ever complimented me like that. I sure wasn't expecting it from him.

I smiled at the thought, I was walking back to my dressing room, I caught the boys glancing at me. They never looked at me at the same time, I had always wondered why. Was I too ugly to look at, at one time?

By the time I was out of my daze I was stood in front of the snack table, I just grabbed and grabbed, silly enough, when I went to grab a bag of mini salted peanuts I felt a hand over mine.

I turned and it was Ewan, he knew I wasn't gonna let go. He knew he would have to pry that bag from my cold dead fingers. He let out a chuckle and let go of my hand.

"You look absolutely stunning in that dress, you know that?" He said grabbing the peanut bag next to it, he awaited my response.

"I might have been told once or twice, am I really good looking in it?" I slightly posed and blew fake, exaggerated kisses towards him.

"Yes you do. I just had to let you know." He chuckled at me and walked away. He was tall and had these broad shoulders I'd love to climb, eww to graphic. I shook the thought out of my head and turned to walk back to change out of this dress and go home.

My home felt light years away, I was exhausted I could barely keep my eyes open. My face rested on my hand that stabilized itself on the back car door, the light rain had left the drops running down the window.

I heard a ping noise, and doubted if I should check it, without realizing it I had fallen asleep.

"Miss Thomas, we are home." My drive said, he looked at me more than concerned.

"Thank you, Neil. Have a nice day." I lazily grabbed my items from the back and walked up my front steps. I passed the threshold into the area when my stairs had been inconveniently placed.

My heals made a nice clicking sound upon the Marble, it was music to my ears.

I walked a little more to the front of my bedroom door, I pushed it open with so much forced it hit the wall with a clang.

Kicking off my shoes I stumbled a bit and landed on my cozy bed, not bothering to change. My covers clung to me and my outside clothes so tightly I had fallen asleep within seconds.

I was woken up to messages blaring. One after the other rang on my phone. I rubbed my eyes so hard tears were starting to form.

I picked up the screen still laying on my back and it was a bunch of unknown numbers.

"Stay away from him"
"Leave Tom alone"
"Whore. Two timing bitch."

I sat up, my brows furrowed, I decided to get comfortable in my sitting position, I swiped up and looked for instagram, ignoring the many messages coming in a once.

I was tagged in a post of Tom whispering in my ear after the show. I was mortified. The caption read: "Tom Glynn-Carney from House Of The Dragon caught whispering sweet nothings into fellow House Of The Dragon actor Amara Thomas, ears. Aren't they cute together?" The comments ranged from congratulations to threats.

I panicked, someone must have leaked my number, I'd been doxxed. Over an actor that would never even look their way. I let out an uncomfortable sigh and looked at all the messages.

Tom GC: have you seen the photo? I'm sorry, but I do look good.

I chuckled at his way of turning something serious into jokes. Every single time. I relaxed a bit and texted him back.

Me: you do indeed xx

I felt a weight lift off my shoulders, I lay back down with a thud. Exhaling most of my problems away.

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Amora: you do indeed xx

My heart caught in my chest, I hoped I wasn't being too obvious.

The picture had been taken from a fan in the crowd at that interview we did together, they most likely sold it for some money, or were promised fame.

She had seemed fine, I'd been worried she's been freaking out, but things like this happen all the time.

Ewan: what did you say to her?

Now I'm no longer Albert Einstein but I'm pretty sure he was talking about Amara. I'd known his little crush on her for a while, I never teased him nor made him look bad in front of her, I've told her nothing but good things. You can't stop two hearts that want the exact same thing, or rather the exact same person.

Me: nothing, I had lost my balance, a man can't lose his balance now?

I wanted it to be the most lighthearted thing, to give the impression it didn't mean anything, when deep down it meant the most. How could I have let her walk around in the dress and not compliment her? Absolutely unheard of.

Ewan: ok. Are we both working tomorrow? Or doing any interviews together.

I tapped my hand on my phone, remembering my very busy schedule, I remembered we had a meeting, with the rest of the cast of course.

Me: tomorrow? I'm not sure but we do have a meeting, about the rest of our scenes and what we will be seeing in terms of the show.

He had left me on seen, who does that? Ewan apparently. But in all fairness I did leave Amara on seen as well.

Was he mad at me? Over a picture? I get jealous don't get me wrong, I feel that whenever he's around her, but I'm neither going to take it out on him. But I guess both of our morals don't aline.

I stared at the photo, she looked gorgeous. An absolute beauty. How have I been able to resist her this long.