Webs of the Heart

chapter 14

One year later: April 26, 2018. England.

Crystal POV.

"Hey Crystal, hey over here, sexy!" I winced at the insulting name calling a pap had just called me, internally regretting this decision.

I was at a red carpet premiere of Infinity War with the whole Avengers cast, and while I was having a good time talking to fans and doing interviews, the paps as usual were extremely rude.

In any case, I at least got to wear an attractive dress and get my hair and makeup done. I was wearing a deep red floor length mermaid style dress, the torso of the silk dress hugging my figure tightly until the middle of my hips, where it flowed down gracefully to the floor. I was wearing simple red flats because you couldn't see my feet, so why not go for comfortable instead of painful? My sleeves fitted my arms snugly and went all the way down to my wrists, the neckline was modest and I wore a necklace Tom had given me: a silver chain and a purple heart pendant. My hair was down with a red flower crown on my head, and as for my makeup, it was a matching red smokey eye.

I sighed in irritation at the paps consistent shouting, and then, I decided to do something about it. I stood in front of them without moving, then I shouted as loudly as I could,

"SILENCE!" They stared at me in astonishment then started making noise. I lifted my finger to my lips and they fell silent, and I spoke with a surprising amount of power and confidence.

"Remain quiet and respectful, and I will pose. Shout at me and use disrespectful names and I will not even stop for you. Respect. Me." There seemed to be a mutual agreement, then I chose a few poses for them. I finished that pap section and blew out a breath of relief, then I saw Tom talking to a female interviewer who was touching him flirtatiously. I narrowed my eyes and went over to them, coming up behind Tom and glaring at the interviewer. She backed up and stuttered a tiny bit as she introduced me into the interview, and I faked a smile.

"So, have you two been together long?" She asked, which irritated me.

"Yes, we've been together for over a year now." Tom replied, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me close to him.

"Most couples seem to be afraid of showing PDA, are you one of those couples? It's said that couples like that are bound to break up pretty quickly." She asked, and I almost couldn't believe her arrogance. It apparently irritated Tom as well, because he turned and kissed me on the lips, holding my face in his hands. It wasn't just a quick peck either, and it took my breath away when Tom pulled away. He took my hand in his and turned back to the interviewer, faking a smile at her as he asked,

"Does that answer your question?" She nodded, then Tom and I said goodbye and went into the building, as that was the last interviewer on the red carpet. We walked towards the theatre room, then Tom startled me by pulling me to the side and into an empty room. He pushed me against the wall and kissed me, one hand pressed against my waist to keep my back pushed against the wall, the other hand holding the back of my neck and head, his fingers buried in my hair.

When he pulled away he told me quietly,

"You look insanely good in your dress, and that infernal interviewer reminded me just how much I love you." I smiled and rested my forehead against his, before he kissed me again, more gently this time. Between kisses I managed to get out, even though I was breathless,

"Tom, we're going to miss the sneak peeks of the movie." Tom moved his hand that was pushing my waist into my hair and replied,

"Don't care." I laughed quietly and gave in, kissing him back for a while.