Lover

That Girl

Tom's POV

-"I didn't throw it!" She smirks as she reaches the car. Cheeky girl.
I look away, smiling, for a second, only to turn back towards her and send her a wink, to which she definitely blushes while getting into the car- Shy girl - which takes off immediately.

I find myself still looking at the car even after it had gone metres away.

I look down at my phone and reply to my younger brother's messages.

Harry:
- Dude, where are u?
-It's not the time for a surprise ditch right now.
-The directors asking for you! To which of course I have no answer to cause you're not even reading my messages!!!
-Tom!!!

Tom:
I'm coming relax, H. It was just getting a bit too crowded there. Needed a breather. I'm okay now. I'll be there in 5.

And with that I make my way back to set.
Don't get me wrong, I love my fans! But sometimes I need to step out of that overwhelming world and just take a breather for a moment and return.

Still not being able to get the girl off my mind, I replay what I just witnessed.

Nice girl, huh? Literally giving away her jacket in weather like this. Not even hesitating. So selflessly. It makes me feel a bit better to know that there are still people out there that have pretty souls in this bad, bad world. Like that girl.

I keep walking

And walking

And walking

And-

She had an a different accent, too. Very different to the regular American, or Australian... But the use of her words and the way she pronounces them aren't exactly British, even though Britain might have rubbed off in her a little. She was refreshingly foreign. And quite ... I don't know ... Exotic?

I walk

And walk

And walk

And the fact that she didn't even know who I was, was just bewildering! Did she know who I was? She didn't fan girl over me. She didn't tell me her name! Well now I'm gonna have to just address her as "that girl". Hmm... That girl...

That girl thought my glasses were stupid!

I chuckle, running my fingers over the frame of my glasses and then placing them back to my face and I put my jacket back on. Slowly, I sneak back onto set, hopefully not getting caught.

What a day.