My Only Love // Sequel to It's Only You // t.h.

14 - REAL LIFE

"So much getting a week alone," you muttered as you sank into your seat across from Tom. He gave you an apologetic smile. 

"I'm sorry," he said as the plane began to move along the runway. "I didn't know this was going to happen. But at least you get to come." You nodded. That was true. Though you weren't getting much time alone with Tom, his new agent at least let you go to most things with him. 

"I guess it could be worse," you said. "I mean, this meeting can't be too bad, right?" Tom laughed. 

"Yeah, I guess. I have to play dress up, though." You smirk. 

"You're cute when you play dress up." Tom rolled his eyes. 

"Haha, very funny. But you won't be laughing when I smell like sweat after the meeting. Those suits are death traps!" You raised your eyebrow. 

"Oh really? I, a girl, don't know about clothes being death traps? My apologizes. How horrible for you to wear a suit for a few minutes and make, like, a bazillion dollars." 

"A bazillion? Ha, I wish. Then I'd never have to work again." 

The plane lifted off the runway, and you looked out the window, watching the world become smaller and smaller. The short plane ride was spent mostly in silence, with Tom looking over notes for his upcoming meeting, and you staring out at the world flying past below you. 

When the plane landed, Tom suddenly looked nervous. The color drained from his face, and he looked at you with uncertainty. 

"What's wrong?" you asked, your brow furrowed. Tom wiped his hands on the side of his jeans. 

"Just nervous," he replied. 

"Why? You've had hundreds of meetings like this before." Tom shook his head. 

"No, this one's really important." He swallowed. "I can't screw this one up." 

"Believe me, you'll be fine." You reached out and took his hand. He smiled at you gratefully before standing up. 

"Guess I better go change." He grabbed his bag and walked to the back of the plane to change. You wondered what was so important about this meeting that would make him so nervous. 

"You ready?" he asked when he returned. He held out his hand for you and lead you off of the plane. The air outside was warm, and a gentle breeze ruffled your hair. The small private airport was surrounded by grass, and you couldn't help but notice the simple beauty of the place. 

"Tom! I'm glad you made it!" You looked to the source of the voice and saw Tom's agent, Michael Jones, walking toward the two of you, Casey right beside him wearing a black knee-length dress. "I hope the flight was good." 

"We made it here in one piece," Tom joked, and you could how nervous he sounded. Michael smiled. 

"You ready for the biggest meeting of your life?" he asked. 

"For sure." You squeezed Tom's hand for moral support, and out of the corner of your eye, you saw Casey narrow her eyes. 

"That's the spirit! Now first, we'll have the meeting that I was telling you about, the one with the notes, and then we'll have a little photoshoot, just something to make it unofficially official. After that, I promise I'll leave you to your girlfriend." Michael smiled at you. "I'm sorry for taking him!" 

"No worries," you replied. 

Michael lead everyone back through the small airport, which was nothing more than a building with three security guards inside. You reached the car that he was using to take you all to the meeting.