The Heartbreak Factor - Part One

Chapter Fifty-Two.

As I walked through York train station, I pulled my hood up on my jacket and put my glasses on so that I wouldn’t be recognised. It’s surprising how different I looked with my glasses on. Walking onto the train to London Kings Cross, I dumped my suitcase on the luggage rack at the entrance of the carriage before making my way through the carriage to find an empty seat. “Hey, is this seat taken?” I asked as I saw an empty seat next to a man reading a magazine.

As the train began to move away from the station, the man, or what I thought was a man, looked up from the magazine at me. “Sammy,” they grinned.

It was the boy with the note from my college. “Tom?” I asked, trying to remember whether or not it was his name.

“Yeah,” he smiled. “Sit.”

“Thanks,” I smiled. “The train’s completely full.”

“Where you going?” he asked.

“London,” I smiled. “Got some interviews and photo shoots.”

“Better than university interviews,” he laughed, putting his magazine on the table.

“I’ll swap? You can go get your hair and make-up done while making weird poses at a camera and I’ll go impress lecturers?” I joked.

“Okay,” he said, sounding serious.

“I’m kidding,” I laughed.

“You look great,” Tom blurted out. You could tell he didn’t intend to say it as he looked out the window in shock as he realised what he said. I didn’t know how to respond. 

Luckily, my phone rang just as I was about to reply. “Hello,” I said, answering it.

“What you doing? I’m bored,” George groaned as soon as I answered.

“Oh, I’m just Christmas shopping in York,” I lied.

As Tom looked at me with a raised eyebrow, I put my finger to my lip in an attempt to stop him saying “no, you’re not” like most people do when you lie in front of them. “I’ll let you get back to it then,” he said, sounding disappointed. “I miss you.”

“I miss you more,” I smiled before he hung up on me.

“You just lied to whoever that was..”

I looked up at Tom as I put my phone in my jeans’ pocket. “It’s a good lie though. I’m surprising him,” I grinned innocently.

“Lucky guy,” he laughed uneasily.

“I’m the lucky one,” I smiled, not noticing Tom’s disappointed facial expression.

“Nope, I’m pretty sure that he’s the lucky one,” Tom smiled, looking into my eyes.

As I noticed his attempt at flirting with me, my phone rang again. “Okay, I’m really bored and I don’t care if you’re shopping. There’s still four weeks until Christmas so you have enough time to catch up on shopping. I miss you and I want to talk to you so I’m going to talk to you and there’s nothing you can do to stop me,” George verbally vomited as I answered the phone.

“Talk away,” I laughed, sitting back in the seat, trying to ignore Tom’s stare.