Beauty And Barry (A Feltson Fanfic)

Part 3

AN: UNbetaed. And erm...there's probably another part soon because Feltson has a lot of interaction lately. 

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Matt stares at one of his best friends with concern. Emma looks so crestfallen, sitting on that couch, that he wants to go back to Tom and pull him out from his stupidity. But his fiancée silently shakes her head.

This is not their problem to solve.

And Matt understands. It's just that he's frustrated at what's happening. Just when they finally got together, another problem arises.

It's a typical problem with actors like them. It's the reason why he is grateful that he fell in love with someone living an ordinary life. However, Tom and Emma's case could have been better, except that her management decides to deal with it using the other method.

And that's not so good for Tom's heart. His buddy finally gains his true happiness and here is something futile that stops him from being completely happy.

Emma sighs and fiddles with the fake rose on her waist. She keeps staring at her phone.

Probably dialing the stubborn numpty's number.

Matt sends a text message.

Soon enough, Emma's phone starts ringing.

She hastily answers it.

Matt smiles as he watches her go inside the restroom. He settles on the couch with his fiancée and prays that Thomas will come to his senses.

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Tom tries so hard not to grimace at every person who's stopping him for pictures.

Usually, he doesn't care. He loves his fans, most especially the Harry Potter fans who are still supporting them.

But this is not the time.

He subtly glances at his watch before smiling at the camera being pointed to his face. This guy with the hat is really friendly and polite; and in normal circumstances, he would have chatted with him.

But he needs to get to Emma now.

"Thank you, Tom," the man in the hat says. Tom tries his best to give him a sincere smile.

"No problem, mate," he says and pats the guy on the back. From the corner of his eyes, he can see a group of girls whispering to each other and glancing at his direction.

It's now or never.

Trying to appear as if he doesn't see them, he hurriedly starts walking towards the direction of the makeshift room where Emma's staying.

He pretends not to notice the media taking pictures of him. He tries to hide the rose, but it's too late.

Where will he hide it anyway, behind his ears?

Bollocks.

He maintains a small smile as he walks away.

This is going to be in the news tomorrow.

He doesn't care.

And then he finally sees it- the corridor leading to the rooms for the actors and actresses.

A guard sees him. He immediately moves towards Tom to usher him, blocking the media people on his tail.

Tom sighs a relief. The guard nods in understanding.

Without any word, he leads him to Emma's dressing room.

Tom knocks lightly before opening the door and coming inside. He immediately finds Matt sitting comfortably with his fiancée.