The Call-Back (Thomas Brodie-Sangster)

Time to shine... Once more.

Emily POV

We were home now. Back to boring London. Back to the boring flat filled with boring things.

But as I walked in the door, a letter laid on the foot mat, with the address to the London Dance academy on the front.

"Whats this?" Thomas asked, looking at my trembling hands as I held the envelope.

"N-nothing!" Running into the bedroom, I shut the door behind me and sit on the bed. The envelope shook in my trembling hands, and the paper crunched under my tightening fists and knuckles that were turning a white colour.

"Emily?" Thomas' soft voice called from the living room. I listened as his footsteps got louder as he walked towards the door and attempted to open it. It was locked. "Let me in Emily." Thomas' voice was obviously growing impatient. But I remained on the bed staring at the envelope.

"This game isn't funny any more Emily what the bloody hell is wrong with you?" He was now angry, I could tell. So I got up and shoved the letter in my underwear drawer, before opening the door to his face. His eyebrows furrowed, and his cheeks an angry shade of magenta.

"It's nothing" I smile, trying to walk out the bedroom.

"No, stop" Thomas' arm stretches along the door way, blocking my exit. " Sit on the bed, and talk to me about what just happened" His voice was firm but I knew how to work around him.

"Noooo, lets sit in the living room" I smiled seductively, as I placed my hand softly on his belt buckle. Thomas takes in a sharp intake of breath, before pushing my hand down firmly.

"Emily, stop. You can't keep doing that every time you want something!" You could tell he was becoming angry now, his face was get firmer, and his fists were clenching.

"Shh, just let it happen" I whispered, placing my hands on his hips and sucking on the skin above his collar bone. For a second, he complies, his hands resting on my butt, before he pulls them away and pushes me off him.

"Stop!" His voice was loud now, and demanding. It scared me a little bit, but I try to remain firm.

"Why does it matter to you?!" I yell back.

"Why does it matter?! You're my girlfriend, and as soon as we walk in the door you pick up a mysterious letter and run into our room. For all I know it could be from some guy trying to take you away from me!" Tears begin to pool into Thomas' eyes as he stands in the doorway of our room still.

"I-" I begin, but backtrack, before running towards Thomas, and wrapping my arms around his waist. His arms tighten around my neck, and his nose burrows in the crook of my shoulder.

Thomas POV

My head rests in the crook of her shoulder, and I take in the scent of her soft brown hair, and now weak perfume. I twirl a strand around my finger. Staying mad at Emily was an impossible task, so I just revel in the warmth of the moment.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" She sobbed, her warm tears dampening my chest.

Instead of making her talk about it, I pull her face from my chest softly, both of her tear stained cheeks resting softly under my touch, before kissing her softly, and wiping away the residue of her breakdown.

"Please don't keep things from me, you don't have to be scared of me I won't hurt you, ok?" Emily nods softly, before taking the envelope from her bottom drawer and handing it to me.

"London Dance University?" I questioned, my heart panging slightly.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I sent the letter months ago, before meeting you. I can cancel I'll just call them now-"

"Stop, Emily"

"No I'll cal-" She begins again.

"Please, just stop" Despite my upset, my voice remains calm. "How were you planning on paying for it?"

"... I was given a full scholarship after my audition... They said they needed people with diverse backgrounds and I'm probably as diverse as they get" She half joked. "But I'm not going to accept it obviously I have yo-"

"Accept it, it's your dream, I just need some space" A tear rolled down my hot cheek, before I left the letter where I was sat, and I walked swiftly from the apartment and away from Emily. Man, this girl really does mess up my head.

Emily POV

Thomas walks without another word from my grasp, and straight out of the apartment.

And then, without hesitation, I picked up the letter, signed where deemed necessary for student accommodation, and revealed the envelope, before delivering it straight back where it came from.

If Thomas can't handle one small change in my life, then he can leave. This is my time to shine.