Beauty And Barry (A Feltson Fanfic)

Part 1

Unbetaed.

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He smiles as he sees the text message coming from the only unsaved number in his phone.

I am inviting you, you tosser. But lay low, will you?

He doesn't do anything. He reads the message twice and turns his phone off. He will respond to her later once his filming is done.

"Tommy, where are you?!" he hears Grant's voice coming from somewhere behind him.

Tom sighs and closes his eyes. He almost groans in frustration upon seeing her pretty face even with all the blackness. But Tom is a professional. He needs to chase the thoughts of her away before she drives him crazy once again.

Tom takes a deep breath and opens his eyes.

He is Julian again. And The Flash team needs him.

But his bloody heart is bloody happy.

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"You did not respond to my text message, you arse."

Tom laughs, his lips touching the edge of his cellphone. "Is that the proper way to greet your one and only man?"

"Shut up!"

Tom laughs harder. And soon, his voice is joined by something lighter.

"Stop laughing, Em," he says after his laughter dies down. "I am kind of missing you more."

There was silence on the other line.

"I am kind of missing you more too, Thomas."

Tom exhales as he closes his eyes, resting his head at the wall behind him. This separation is killing them both.

"Bloody Hell, Watson," he whispers. "I need to see you. Please... please tell me you can meet me before you walk down that red carpet with our bloody dress."

There's a small giggle from the other line.

"I am not going to wear a dress this time, Tom. I'll be wearing a strapless pant suit."

Tom groans. "Bloody Hell, must you describe that?! Shall I be wanking on that thought tonight again?"

"Thomas!"

"Whaaat?" Tom asks, his voice still taking in that whiny tone. "Shall I have the privilege of getting a preview of that darn pant suit before you parade in front of those thirsty wankers who will drool over you?"

"Are you jealous?"

"Am I jealous?" Tom asks incredulously. "Hell yeah! They would get to see you and I won't even be allowed to be seen next to you."

There was silence on the other end. Tom realized what he just said.

"Oh my God, Em," he says, "I'm bloody sorry. I just--"

"You don't need to apologize, Tom. It's true anyway. And I... I'm the one who should say sorry."

There was sadness in her voice, and Tom just wants to go to wherever she is and hold her in his arms. Bloody hell, he has the right now! For years they've been trying to suppress their feelings by distracting themselves with other people--- him with Jade and her with her boyfriends.

But years had caught up on them and they just couldn't do anything about it anymore. He broke up with Jade even before he did something inappropriate.

His love for her transcended through time. And he knows she felt the same.

Years. It's been years since he last told her how he felt. And now that she is within his reach again, finally, he feels the need to be with her all the time.

But her management doesn't want to. Just when they thought they can finally show everyone how much they have loved each other through the years, they couldn't. Her management doesn't want to.

Not yet when she's at the peak of her career.

"I love you," he whispered. "I bloody love you, Emma."

"Tom, I--"

"I know. I just..." he pulls at his hair. "I just want you to know. I just want you to feel. I just---"

"I bloody love you so much too, Tom."

"I know. It's just that--" his voice trails off and he almost drops his phone. "Did you... did you just---"

Of course he knows she loves him. She told him that when they were years younger. She even said it first because she felt it first.

But she hasn't uttered the words yet when they finally got together a couple of months ago. He can feel her. He always felt her. He knows what she feels for him. He knows it's as deep as his feelings for her.

But this is different. Because she finally utters the words.

"Em, don't do this to me," he finally says, smiling and frowning at the same time. If she can see him, she'll probably laugh at his reaction.

Actually, she wanted to Face Time, but he's too much of a coward to grant her request. He didn't want to see her when he couldn't be there to envelope her in his arms.

"Don't do what?" Her voice is teasing. Tom's just glad the little tension there is gone.

"Don't mock me, Granger," he says, using his best Draco voice. "You don't do... YOU DON'T say that to a Malfoy when you know he can't apparate to you because he's inside Hogwarts."

Emma giggled. It was the sweetest melody Tom has ever heard.

"You naughty Malfoy you."

"So... can I have a little of your time before your red carpet debut?"

"Yes. Of course, yes. A million times yes, Felton. Get your pale yummy arse here as soon as you can."

"Don't dare me. I will be there even before you open your lovely eyes tomorrow morning."

"Well, I dare you, Ferret."

And Tom's smile lights up his dim room. Because even with the nasty nickname, he can feel her desperation and her feelings.

For him.

"Don't ever dare a Malfoy, Granger. You can't handle it."

"Try me."

And Tom will. Both of them know that he will be beside her first thing in the morning.

Because he misses her.

And she?

She bloody misses him like how he misses her.

TBC.