The Call-Back (Thomas Brodie-Sangster)

Jealousy

Me, Kaya, Will and Thomas had left my flat. Left Louisiana. And are about to leave America, ready for the dreary yet slightly intreguing world of Brittain.

Once we reached the airport, families all big and small hurried around the space. Our plane wasn't due for another 3 hours, so we all decided to wonder around the small shops, and maybe find something interesting.

Me and Kaya split up from Will and Thomas after giving in our bags and 1 hour of 'are we done yet's' as we headed over to the Chanel shop, which was crowded with hoards of posh, obnoxious women. Feeling slightly anxious, we made our way to the perfume counter. The mixture of all the over priced perfumes were overwhelming when we first made our way there.

"So... you thinking of buying anything?" I ask, picking up one of the perfumes and sniffing the nozzle.

"If I can afford it" She scoffs.

"I know right, I mean why is it so expenive anyway?" I complain, picking up the new fragrance.

"I don't think £100 pounds would be so bad if it smelt good enough" She winks.

"I have no way of buying this, I have like no money and the money I made over the past months were for my flat" I sulk. Laughing at myself, I pick up Coco Mademoiselle and sniff the nozzle. The scent was fresh, yet warm and comforting. It immediatley intregued me, so I decided to spray a bit on my wrist. Just then, Will and Thomas came traipsing back up to us, as he left a chaste kiss on my cheek.

"What do you think?" I ask, holding my wrist up to his face. A smile spreads acroos his cheeks as he picks it up.

"How much?" He asks. Picking up the biggest bottle.

"Too much" I laugh, as I begin to walk away to the makeup counter.

"Well when I buy it for you, you better wear it everyday because it smells freaking amazing" He smiles, picking up the box.

"Oh no. No way." I insist, attempting to take the bottle from his hands.

"Consider it done. I'll be paying now" He smirks triumphantly, walking away with the bottle. Huffing, I run after him.

"Look, I know you like buying me things, but I don't need it" I say, taking his hand.

"I know you don't need it. We all need a lot of things like world peace and stuff. But while I have the money, I would like to buy this for you. Plus it makes you smell amazing" He whispers the last part in my ear, kissing the skin underneath it softly. Slightly dazed, I don't notice him buying it, until he walks back towards me with the classic white and black bag.

Shaking my head, we all walk over to our terminal gate, ready for boarding our plane. Once we get our tickets, we sit down on the metal chairs in silence. Mainly the sleep deprivation, but the idea that we won't be filming everyday like we used to.

"What's your seat number?" Thomas asks, taking my had and lacing his fingers with mine.

"24b you?" I ask, looking up to him. A frown spreads across his features as he looks at his ticket.

"20a" He mumbles, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"Could all passengers boarding the flight 29BC to Gatwick Airport please hand in your boarding passes ready for your flight"

Groaning, we all stand up and walk over to the counter, and wait in line.

"God this line is a nightmare" I hear a voice behind me say. Turning around, a guy with dark brown hair stands behind me.

"I know right" I groan, leaning into Thomas' back.

"What seat are you on?" He asks curiously.

"24b" I huff, rubbing my thumb over Thomas' had, which was laced with mine.