The Call-Back (Thomas Brodie-Sangster)

Day off

Thomas POV

The sound of the alarm on my phone forced my eyes to open. Groaning quietly, I pick up my phone, and dismiss the alarm.

Softly, I trace cirles on Emily's arms, as she stirs underneath the covers. Sighing, she pulls the duvet over head.

"We need to get up" I urge, my voice still slightly raspy.

"Shh" She hushes, trying to pull my arm back into bed. "It's too early" She mumbles, burying herself back into the comfyness of her bed.

"Come on" I say, sitting up, bringing Emily with me. She looks up to me, her head only just reaching my shoulder, and pouts. Laughing, I kiss her softly, and roll out of bed.

Pulling off Emily's t-shirt, I fold it up and put it on the bed. I then realise I have no clean clothes, and look to Emily.

"Why can't you just wear that t-shirt? It's only like 2 sizes too small, it just... hugs your figure" She laughs, grasping onto my t-shirt.

"Because I want to get to work in a shirt that doesn't have MTV music on it" I laugh. Reluctantly, Emily hands me the t-shirt from her body, and quickly puts on a big grey jumper.

All of a sudden, a beep comes from my phone. A text from the producers.

Day off everyone! Do what you wish, Mr Ball is ill, will message you all if tomorrow is a no show aswell, have a good day guys!

"Day off!" I smile from my phone, and Emily's smile widens.

"Bed!" She giggles, pulling the duvet back over her.

"Nope" I protest, taking the duvet from her. Again, she pouts at me and tries puling it back. "Today we are going to do something productive, and not be lazy" I confirm.

"And what will we do then?" She asks, kneeling on her mattress.

"I don't know" I shrug. Laying down beside her.

All of a sudden, Emily straddles my torso, and starts to twirl sections of my hair around her fingers. Laughing, I take her hands and lace my fingers with hers.

"What about ice skating?" I offer, playing with Emily's fingers.

"Really?" She squeals.

"Why not?" I laugh, sitting up so she straddled my lap.

"I love you" She whispers, kissing me softly.

"Love you too Kitten" I smile.

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Both me and Emily sat comfortably in the car as the radio played quietly as usual. We were on our way to the ice rink. Emily stared out of the window, her soft caramel hair blowing lightly in the open window.

If I wasn't driving, I would be just staring at her. Creepy, yes, but it she was so intriguing. The way she spoke, sighed, everything.

We finally reached the ice rink, barely any people were in there considering it was midday on a Tuesday. Both me and Emily walked in hand in hand, and quickly put on the shoes.

3 topples and a potentially twisted ankle later, me and Emily hobble onto the ice.

Emily POV

Me and Thomas walk shakily into the ice, I hadn't done this since I was 6 years old and considering I was now 22... My skills hadn't exactly improved.

Almost immediately Thomas falls onto his bum, causing me to erupt in laughter, as I watched the brown eyed boy stare up at me, pouting.

"Here" holding out my hand, I try to pull him up, only to land flat on top of him. Thomas laughs along with me as we lay on the ice in fits of laughter.