The Call-Back (Thomas Brodie-Sangster)

'T'

1 Month Later

Emily POV

Thomas swiftly walked past me, dropping a perfectly folded note by my lap, as I sat comfortably on the sofa in the makeup truck.

1 month Kitten <3 His scruffy handwriting was adorable as he smiled goofily over at me, watching me read the note. His cute nickname caught on after he saw me staring contently into a small pet shop, smiling as I watched all the kittens play fighting. But Thomas explained how they were all little balls of fluff compared to tigers, so from then on, I called hm Tiger.

Turning over the tiny piece of paper, I start to write my reply.

I know Tiger :) thank you for the third reminder today ;) I giggle, before throwing Thomas the note back. Looking up from reading it, he smirks and comes to sit beside me.

"Why don't we do something tonight?" He offers out of the blue, playing with my hair.

"Like what?" I question, turning to face his adorable smile.

"Picnic?" He offers, brushing a loose strand of hair from my face, and tucking it behind my ear. Nodding happily, he kisses me softly. Squealing is heard from behind us, as I turn around. Eva is stood there, laughing and giggling as she looks on intently at me and Thomas snuggled up together.

"You two are too cute!" She mutters, walking past us. Looking back to Thomas I just laugh. I was about to kiss him again before Mr Ball called his name.

"Time to shine Tiger" I smile, as I watch him walk onto set. Only the last few scenes were being filmed now, and it was nearly time to move back to London, where I had pretty much nothing.

Hopefully I would have racked up enough money from this to get a better flat than the dump I'm living in now in London. I would have been surprised I even got that flat, its above a man who gets like 3 girls a night, and beside a massive bus station. America was relaxing and made me a lot happier than London, but London had the vibe to it that made... home. And leaving there was out of the question, but hopefully with Thomas also being a Londoner alike me, it wil feel more like home than anywhere.

Watching Thomas act was beautiful. He could just mould into whatever situation he was faced with, and do it with such grace. Being able to act like him must be an honour. Smiling at him, I take my book from my bag... Pride and Prejudice.

'The power of doing anything with quickness is always much prized by the possessor, and often without any attention to the imperfection of performance'

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All I knew was Thomas was taking me on a picnic. No details were given to me on the date, no times... nothing, just the knoledge that I was going to have a  picnic with Thomas as some point today was given to me. So I sat on my sofa, my black jeans and one of Thomas' many check shirts tied up by my belly button.

Jeremy Kyle played quietly on the T.V as I sang along to A Thousand Years.

"Heart beats fast, colours and promises

how to be brave, how can I love when  I'm afriad, to fall

but watching you stand alone, all of my doubts

suddenly go away, somehow

One

Step

Closer" I sing loudly, walking into my kitchen. Pouring myself a berrie smoothie, I walk back to the living room, only to see Thomas leant handsomely against the sofa, with a present in his hands.