In a fortnight

Chapter 5

I was sat next to Harry when I saw a flash past by the front of the room, I looked and Tom was gripping the door handle and walking out. I could assume angrily.

I turned towards Ewan, he was still staring at the door, I could tell he was just as confused as I was. He looked at me, I made that signal that meant 'hey what's up?' And he just shook his head and stared back at the producers.

I felt this guilt build up in my chest, like if I had done something. Every passing minute it grew and grew until I eventually couldn't take it anymore. I,too, stood up, I stepped behind my chair and pushed it in.

"Can I get this emailed to me? Thank you so much." I said as I walked past them and headed towards the door. As I was about to pull the door open I heard a chair scratching the floor.

"Can I also get this emailed?" The rest of the cast and producers stared between us. I looked at Harry and he just stared back at me and started "ooohhhh"-ing. I was embarrassed, I looked down and proceeded to go look for Tom.

I went towards the back, if he wasn't there I'd still be able to smoke, then continue to look around to talk. I couldn't even open the door before I heard Tom having a what seemed to be heated convo with someone.

I pushed the door open as I held the front of my dress so I couldn't get it dirty or trip, I looked down to to make sure I didn't step on something I wasn't supposed to. I didn't realized they had stopped until I looked up.

There was Tom, Ewan and a producer. It's like I drew attention that I didn't meant to.

"Now don't let me stop you. You can continue bickering." I leaned on the wall next to the door and pulled out my smoke and a lighter.

As I was about to light it someone smacked it out of my hand.

"Those are bad for you. You're too pretty to be doing that." Tom took the lighter from me and threw it. Ewan was staring from behind him.

"Hey, no you had no right to do that. You cant just smack things out of my hand what's up with you?!" I stepped closer to him, I didn't point my finger to his chest, I didn't lay a hand on him. Even so, Ewan came in between us. He put his hand on my waist stopping me from getting any closer to Tom.

"Leave it Amara. He's just trying to look out for you." I looked to Ewan and he was turning away not looking at us, that's what got me so angry.

"No because there's a difference of 'looking out for me' and being fucking rude about it. What fucking gives? You storm out of the meeting and now you smack my smoke out of my hand and throw my fucking lighter!" Tom made intense eye contact with me.

"Ewan. Leave." That was all Tom said. Ewan wanted to respond to him, but decided to just give up. He knew we wouldn't stop, not until one of us was escorted out in a stretcher. He walked out and let the door make an intense slam sound that scared me.

(Now if you guys don't like actors doing nasty things in fanfictions pretend this isn't Tom. I'm gonna be pretty uncomfortable don't get me wrong, but I think this would be a cute moment in general so I'm gonna write. But if you are uncomfortable please skip.)

His eyes moved to my lips, I started to feel self conscious.

"Say those things again." His eyes looked back at mine, searching for something. I'm not really sure what. But I felt him trying to deepen our eye contact.

"You're an asshole." Regardless my breath still caught in my throat, like when your throat tightens when you cry. I didn't want to speak, I couldn't.

"Mhm. So when we are alone that's all you can say." He caught himself and took a step away from me and rolled his eyes.

"No I can say wayyyy more. You are so.. so.. arrogant." I panicked and said the first word that popped up in my head, I didn't really mean it. But I didn't want him to know he had some dumb speechless effect on me.

"Yea? You must hate me huh? I'm the worst person you've ever met?" He nodded while walking towards me, I saw him catch a glimpse of my lips again.

"Yea you are. I hate you!" He got even closer, our lips were inches away from each other, as close as I'd let them get. And even then I still felt his breath on my face. I closed my eyes, his breathing sent a shiver down my spine.

"And you don't think I hate you? You are such a brat!You get a bit of money and you go out every night!Can I kiss you? Then you have the audacity to dance next to all types of people!" I blinked, I wasn't sure if I'd heard him completely. We stood there in silence, his breath still hitting my top lip.

I mustered up the courage to lightly grab his shirt  pulling him towards me. Our lips brushed against each other.

"Is this what you want?" I glanced his expression, he was shocked that I'd grab him or even entertained such nonsense.

"Yes." He said to me.

I had no idea what had gotten into me but I kissed him. Maybe it was the powerfulness I felt in that moment, or the lack of human contact I've felt but I actually kissed Tom.

Our kiss lasted 5 seconds before he started kissing my neck, my breath became very breathless. It made me feel like I was floating on clouds almost. His hands had been on my waist holding me closer to him if it were even possible. Through kisses he started speaking to me.

"I hate the way you make me feel." He kissed the spot behind my ear and started down to my collar bone. Then he started sucking(eww💀) on the bottom of my collar bone.

"I hate the way you talk to Harry. The way you talk to Ewan. You drive me crazy with jealousy I didn't even know i could feel. You hurt me, I hate you most of all." His hands played with my dress over my chest. He kissed down my exposed chest still playing with that part of my dress.

"I have a shoot after this, Tom. I can't take it off." I barely managed over my heavy breathing, he stopped and stepped away from me. My body jumped from the lack of contact and I whined.

"Then let me-" he gestured towards the bottom of my dress. I smiled and blushed.

(Okkkk that's enough I can't stop laughing😭)