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Unscripted Love [16/18+]

Post by ChloeRussellx on Sat Apr 07, 2012 3:53 am

♥ U N S C R I P T E D | L O V E ♥

Title: Unscripted Love
Rating: 16/18+ swearing, drinking, sexual content..I haven't decided how much just yet though Razz
Summary: Tom Fletcher just wanted to be an actor. Never in his dreams would he ever thought he'd become the most wanted film star on the planet. Sophie Vevle's peaceful life running the family pub is tossed upside down when Tom literally runs into her life.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters!
Author's Notes: I was inspired for this story by a novel by Tina Reber. So it is not entirely my idea, but other than the general story line, the rest of it is my own work!
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Post by ChloeRussellx on Sat Apr 07, 2012 6:01 pm

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“Ooh, Sophie, turn it up!” Libby pointed frantically at the TV which sat on a bracket above the bar.
Her sudden excitement caught me off guard and made me jump. I quickly fumbled with the remote control to turn the volume up. I should have known better; there was only one thing Libby or any other woman in town felt was newsworthy, and it wasn’t a sale in their favourite shops. I don’t even think “free clothes” could have been more exciting to them. But now I’d increased the volume, it was too late to correct my mistake. The damage was already done.
“Looks like the obsessed fans caused more traffic jams today,” I said, laughing lightly at the images on the evening news.
The camera showed a large crowd of frantic girls who lined up along side of the road - again, hoping to get a glimpse of him.”
The police were trying their best to clear the chaos from the Clacton seafront.
“I’m sure all of their ‘I love Tom’ banners will capture his attention,” I joked, rolling my eyes at the absurdity of it all.
From what I had seen and heard about him, I presumed he didn’t care the slightest bit about the stalkers and their childish signs of love and adoration. He doesn’t even try to hide that he doesn’t care either, so what possessed these girls - many of them grown women - to take the time out of their day to decorate a piece of card and stand along a busy road? Do they actually think he may just stop one day? “Darling, your sign with my name on surrounded by florescent pink hearts is such a brilliant idea! It validates my existence and makes me so drop dead gorgeous. Please…run away with me…” I tugged on Libby’s arm, pretending to be “him”.
A few of the guys sitting at the bar laughed at my theatrics, while the girls who were being interviewed by the news reporter screamed a bit louder. I quickly lowered the volume of their ear-piercing shrieks. They must have caught a glimpse of him. I went to change the channel but Libby dismissed my actions with her hand, “Hang on, I wanna see this,” her eyes were fixated on the screen.
“Ahh! I see, he’s on again!” Libby squealed with excitement. Several ladies sitting at the bar lurched off of their stools to get a better look of the TV.
“Watch what you’re doing, Libs,” I pointed.
Libby was so pre-occupied watching the news she speed-poured Vodka on the outside of the glass.
“Look at him! He’s so freakin’ sexy!” Laura, one of my regular customers shouted.
A group of businessmen sitting at the table closest to the TV booed loudly then requested that I turn Sky Sports on instead.
My eyes flashed back to the TV to see what the big deal was, but I only saw part of his head as he climbed into the back seat of a car.
It had only been a couple of weeks since “he” and “the cast” descended on our small costal town but I was already tired of hearing about them.
I quickly diverted my attention to more important things, like the two well-dressed young men who just sat down at the bar. One of the men caught my eye as he undone his top and second buttons of his shirt, taking a moment to unwind after a long day at the office no doubt. I had seen him once before in the pub, and now he was smiling brightly at me.
I waited for the stream of amber liquid to fill the pint glass in my hand then set it in front of him.
I slipped the ten pound note from under his long masculine fingers and went on with my day.
“He’s nice,” Libby muttered privately.
I pressed the buttons on the cash register to note the sale. “He’s married. You can see the indentation of the ring he’s no longer wearing.”
I carried his change back to him. The last time this man was in my pub, he wore a gold wedding ring.
My pub - I could say that now with absolute authority, although the heartache that made it mine would never be worth it. It was not worth the personal loss.
I gazed at the windows, imagening the view of the evening sky over the sea being even more breathtaking as the sun cast pink and orange rats in. I thought about running upstairs to the rooftop to watch the sunset, but I couldn’t; customers were already piling in for happy hour.
Even though there was an enormous amount of new people in our little town of Clacton, Essex recently, my customer count seemed to remain the same - probably because all of the chaos was located at the other end of town where the “important” visitors were.
When the cast and film crew arrived, in the blink of an eye, police baricades blocked off selected roads, and huge, white tents were put up in the empty car park next to the empty warehouse located not fifteen minutes away from the Pier. Long, white caravans were parked in rows.
Everything was calm until the big-named Hollywood actors arrived. With them came the news crews, photographers, and mobs of obsessed fans. The biggest commotion, however, was caused by a twenty-six year old actor turned mega-star over night…Tom Fletcher.
Five foot ten, dark blonde hair, brown eyes, incredible body from what I’ve seen in the magazines that Libby keeps stuffing in my face, and reportedly single again.
Oh, how they swooned - everyone except for me.
Libby and several of my female customers were completely flustered just from getting a quick glimpse of him on TV. I was relieved that they didn’t behave like the mob of screaming fans that was shown on the news.
Growing up, it wasn’t in my personality to hang pictures of teen heart throbs on my bedroom walls. By the time I was in my teens, I had discovered a love of cookery. I could bake lots of different cakes, biscuits, and even a full three course meal every Sunday evening.
I slid a fresh pint of beer over to my current customer. “That’s two fifty please,” I smiled, swaying my hips slightly to the song playing off of my iPod over the pub’s sound system.
One of the firemen from our local Fire Department, who was sitting with a group of co-workers at the large, round table in front of me, raised his empty pint glass in the air to get my attention. I went to walk around the bar to him, but he held his hand up, telling me to stay put as he came and sat on a stool. He gave me a twenty pound note as I gave him a new pint. “I wanted to ask you if you’ve tried that new Steakhouse that’s just opened?” He - Ben, mumbled nervously, almost to the point that I didn’t hear what he had said. I took a deep breath through my nose, this was his opener to ask me out.
“No, I haven’t, but Libby has, she says it’s lovely in there.”
I hurried away to the cash register with his money, pressing the buttons slowly, trying to think of how to let him down easy, I knew what was coming. “I was wondering if er…if you…wanted to go there one evening…with me?” he asked, only glancing up at me with a shy smile for a moment, before returning his gaze back to his hand around his glass. “It’s lovely of you to ask, Ben, but I’ve got a boyfriend. I’m sorry.”
That was my answer to anyone that asked me out.
“Oh okay, sorry” Ben muttered, giving me an embarrassed, apologetic smile as he returned to his table.
“You know, one day I’d love to meet this boyfriend of yours,” Libby said quietly.
“I can’t go out with him.”
“Why not?! He’s a gorgeous, sexy fireman and he likes you! It’s about time you got over that snaky ex of yours and gave one of these guys a chance.” I ex-fiance, Charlie is one of the main reasons as to why I don’t get involved with anyone. He proposed to me, and then two weeks later, I caught him in bed with some blonde haired slut. I couldn’t handle getting hurt like that again. That, and I’m far too busy running my pub.
“You know what you’re problem is? You need to get laid. And I’m not talking about the do-it-yourself sort either. Just pick one of these guys and have meaningless, mind-blowing, sweaty sex already!”
“So is that what you would do if you weren’t already married?” I laughed. “I just want to be clear on this advice you’re giving me, because I don’t recall you selecting Nial from the masses here.”
“You’re hopeless. Why don’t you go be nice to Ben? I heard they got called to the movie set this morning. Maybe he could get us in?”
Libby said, a glimmer of hope infused her voice.
I rolled my eyes, “Why don’t you go be nice to him then? I have no interest in parading around some movie set like a pathetic groupie.”
Every single day the news reporters had something to say about the actors, the movie, the set locations, or the disruptions caused by the hundreds of crazed fans that followed them here. It was all too absurd for my taste, but Tom Fletcher was a drug that everyone seemed addicted to. “Girls have been trying to sleep out on the paths and everything…police had to tell them to leave,” Libby babbled to a few female customers.
I shook my head trying to imagine what the payoff would be sleeping on cold concrete. “That’s ridiculous,” I mumbled.
“Apparently the cast are moving to the Chudleigh hotel. The security is better,” one of the women said.
All the ladies gasped. “That means Tom will only be three streets away!” Libby exclaimed.
“I still can’t believe they’re filming the second movie here, it’s going to be even better than the first!” She gushed.
“I read in one of the magazines when I was having my hair done, that he’s sleeping with the girl in his last movie…what’s her name, Mary, Marie something?” one of them said.
“That’s not true.” Libby defended immediately. “He was with Francesca Ralph from that morning chat show, but they broke up.” Libby’s tone was almost sympathetic.
“I heard someone stole some of his clothes from the hotel and sold them for thousands on eBay.”
I shook my head. My mind could not rationalize the actions.
“Sophie, since you seem to have sworn off men, I have something for you. It’s not porn, but it’s close enough,” Libby laughed, giving me a magazine. It had a big, glossy picture of Tom Fletcher on the cover.
The caption under it read:

The Truth About Tom:
His ex-girlfriend tells ALL!

Why would anyone’s ex-girlfriend wanna do that? He was probably better off without her.
“Don’t you think he’s hot? Just look at him!” Libby said.
“Libs, he’s just another guy who is full of himself.”
Libby looked horrified at my answer. I copied her expression. “Who you all gonna gossip about once they leave town? You’ll need someone else to talk about,” I couldn’t help but laugh.
“We’ll just talk about you, Soph. We’ll sit around and reminisce about how much fun you used to be while using the cobwebs growing between your legs to knit scarves for the poor,” Libby nudged me.
“You’re such a bitch!” I snickered at her.
“Yep!” She grinned. “But you’ll never fire me because I’m your best friend and your cousin, and you love me!”
Damn her for being right.
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Post by HannaWestwood on Sat Apr 07, 2012 9:47 pm

Hehehe really cool chapter! They all seem SO addicted to Tom! And Sophie seems so out of it! x)

"You know what you’re problem is? You need to get laid. And I’m not talking about the do-it-yourself sort either. Just pick one of these guys and have meaningless, mind-blowing, sweaty sex already!”
Libby talking about sweaty sex... Oh dear, that was brilliant! xD
The "You need to get laid." made me think about Barney in HIMYM! Razz

Looking forward to see the meeting scene =3 xXx
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Post by ChloeRussellx on Sun Apr 08, 2012 10:05 pm

HannaWestwood wrote:Hehehe really cool chapter! They all seem SO addicted to Tom! And Sophie seems so out of it! x)

"You know what you’re problem is? You need to get laid. And I’m not talking about the do-it-yourself sort either. Just pick one of these guys and have meaningless, mind-blowing, sweaty sex already!”
Libby talking about sweaty sex... Oh dear, that was brilliant! xD
The "You need to get laid." made me think about Barney in HIMYM! Razz

Looking forward to see the meeting scene =3 xXx


Hahaaa glad you enjoyed it Razz
I'll post the next chapter once I've finished the next chapter I'm writing!
I don't wanna get caught up to what I've already written :')
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Post by ChloeRussellx on Sun Apr 08, 2012 11:57 pm

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The next day I woke to the sun beaming through my window. I yawned while my fingers fumbled to turn my alarm clock off. I contemplated going back to sleep but I wanted to get some things done together.
With a groan, I tossed the covers off and placed my bare feet on the cold wood floor of my bedroom.
Outside my window, truck brakes screeched very loudly. Curiosity made me tiptoe across the floor to find the source of the noises. Ah, Dorothy is getting a delivery, I noticed peering out into the alleyway behind my building.
After I lingered in the hot shower, thinking about my to-do list for the day, I got dried and pulled my favourite outfit from my wardrobe. I pulled my black skinny jeans onto my hips and buttoned up a navy blue shirt. I fiddled with my gold, heart necklace, moving it so it was in perfect view. I never take this necklace off. It comforted me knowing it was around my neck. After adding the final touches to my hair and make up, I skipped down the stairs and through the door that led directly into the bar. I opened all of the window blinds, watching the dust particles float through the sun light. The windows looked a little dirty. I’d have to remember to ask my friend Niall if I could borrow his extension ladder. That would have to wait. It was Wednesday sign for the weekend:


This weekend live at Vevle’s Pub:
Fri 26th - Jamie Eaton
Sat 27th - Anything In Mind
I dropped the piece of chalk back into the box and carried the sign out into the street.
I leaned back to open the door, pausing a moment to enjoy the sunlight on my face - it was beautiful outside.
My eyes instantly popped open when I heard the frantic sound of women screaming. My vision was blurred by the sunlight and it took a moment for them to adjust. That’s when I caught sight of him - what appeared to be Tom Fletcher - running full speed down the path. His body was on a direct collision course with mine.
“Back door?” he asked in a panic as he almost knocked me to the ground. I stumbled backwards awkwardly into the open doorway, grabbing the frame to keep myself from falling down.
“Door,” I quickly answered, my shaky hand pointed to the direction, but he was already running through the pub.
Instead of escaping through the kitchen door around the corner, he flew through the first door he saw.
“No, not that door!” I breathed out, tripping over my own feet as I followed him inside. It was too late; he disappeared through the door that led up to my apartment.
“Damn it!”
A split second after he vanished from view, the front door flew open and smacked loudly into the wall. A small group of women barged in; behind them were men with cameras, but oddly they stayed outside.
“Whoa! Out! Turn around now!” The words spilling out of my mouth as I ran towards the door. Instinct told me I had to stop them before they got too far into the bar. It was obviously that they were what he was running from.
“We saw him come in here,” one of the crazed looking women barked as she tried to press past me.
“No, he’s not in here - he ran out the back door,” I shrilled, blocking her with my arms. “You all have to get out of here. NOW! Don’t make me call the police!” I yelled as I herded them back to the door.
The instant they were out, I locked the door behind them and hit the light switch. Shit, what do I do? I started to panic. There was a huge crowd of photographers and people starting to crowd the path outside. Many of them were already mashing their faces to the glass, trying to look in my windows.
I moved as quickly as I could to drop the blinds down on their intruding faces. My heart was pounding in my chest.
My thoughts spun in circles as I ran from window to window. I was so preoccupied with obstructing their view that I hadn’t even noticed where he was.
Was he still inside or did he manage to make it out of the building after all?
Did he slip out of the back door when I was distracted?
I slowly cracked the door leading upstairs to my flat, my eyes straining to see if I could spot him. There he was, sitting huddled up on the to landing with his face buried in his arms. His hands were shaking ever so slightly.
I could see that his shirt had been ripped; part of his stomach was visible through the large, frayed tear.
The poor guy, what happened to him?
I felt a little courageous since he was obviously in distress, so I opened the door wider and cleared my throat so he knew I was there. I had no idea what to say to him.
“Sorry,” he pleaded, cautioning me with open hands. “I’m not some crazy maniac. Please, please don’t scream.”
“It’s fine, I know who you are,” I said in my softest voice, trying to calm him down. “Um, are you okay?”
“Not really,” he whispered. He was gasping for air, his hand covered his heart. “Can you give me a minute?”
“Sure, take as long as you need.”
“Are they down there?” His trembling fingers covered his eyes, his palms pressed into his cheeks.
I looked back up at him. “No, there’s no one here. I threw everyone out and locked up. The blinds are down too, no one can see in. You’re safe here. I’m um, gonna leave you alone now.”
I quickly shut the door and returned to the bar to continue stocking the fridges with bottled beer. I need to calm myself down. I needed a distraction.
A few minutes later, the stairway door creaked and I saw him glance in to see if the bar was truly empty. The poor man looked absolutely terrified.
Slowly he walked to the edge of the bar.
“Do you mind if I sit here for a while?” Tom was speaking so softly I could just about hear him.
“Yeah, sure. Can I get you something to drink? A soft drink, or a beer…maybe even a shot or two?”
He was holding his head in his hands, his elbows rested on the bar.
“Can I, um, have a beer?” He breathed out.
I grabbed a pint glass and began filling it. He started to fumble through his pockets; his hands were still trembling.
“That’s okay. Please, don’t worry about it, its on the house.”
“Are you sure? You don’t have to do that. I don’t want you to get into trouble,” he said, timidly.
“No, it’s all right. It’s my pub, I own it.”
Tom’s eyes narrowed on me. “Thanks. You don’t know how much I appreciate this.” he pushed out a big relieved sigh. A little smile appeared on his lips.
“It’s no problem. Please, just sit and relax, I promise I wont bother you,” I said softly. I grabbed another six-pack of beer out of the cardboard case and opened the fridge again. My nervousness caused me to almost drop the pack, knocking over more bottles inside the fridge in the process. I had to lean far in to reach the bottles that had tipped over and out of the holder, and for a moment I almost fell into the fridge myself.
I felt so uneasy by my careless fumbling, knowing that he must have seen my feet come up off the floor, that I started to become flush. I’m not even short for goodness sake, how can I nearly fall in?!
Just then I heard a phone ring. I popped my head out of the fridge and felt my pocket for my mobile phone, but it wasn’t mine that was ringing.
“Hey, Trav. Yeah, I’m safe. I’m at some bar,” Tom muttered, trying to sound like he was fine. The hand that rubbed his forehead was still shaking. He was far from fine.
He looked at me as he held his phone away from his face. He was blinking rapidly and he looked confused for a moment. “Ahh, what’s the name of this place?”
“Vevle’s pub.” I slid a new napkin with our family name on it to him.
“A place called Vevle’s Pub. Listen, I’ll call you when I’m ready. I’m just having a beer.”
“My driver,” he stated, like he could read the question on my mind. “I suppose he thinks he might get fired by the studio for losing track of me.”
I had no idea what to say, so I gave him a brief smile and darted away into the kitchen, I figured he wanted to be left alone anyway.
I took time to load up two cases of beer onto the trolley and wheeled them back into the bar.
He was still sitting there as I unloaded the cases by the smaller fridges which were built into the walls.
He stared at me while I emptied the cases of beer into the fridges. I could see out of the corner of my eye that his head turned and his eyes followed me when I took the empty boxes back to the kitchen. I still couldn’t make myself look at him.
Tom cleared his throat when I returned. “Well, you obviously know who I am. Can I ask your name?” His tone was very polite and friendly.
“Sophie,” I replied, glancing at him for a split second through the little piece of my shoulder length hair that fell in front of my face. I tried to refocus my eyes on putting away the clean glasses that remained on the sink counter.
“It’s nice to meet you, Sophie.
“It’s nice to meet you too.” My nervousness made my responses sound unintentionally indifferent.
“So Sophie, do you have a last name?”
“Vevle.”
“Oh, of course it is,” he chuckled. “I can’t help but notice your accent, where did you move here from?”
“Norway. My accent isn’t so strong anymore though with being here since I was sixteen.”
“Are you sure you don’t mind me staying for a bit? Then I promise I’ll be out of your hair.”
“It’s no problem, really,” I answered, giving him a brief, friendly smile.
I grabbed a new order form and took it to the other end of the bar to fill it out.
I could feel him watching me, even though I refused to look up.
Maybe I shouldn’t have worn this shirt. Could he see down the front when I was bent over? Maybe that was why he’s following my every mood with his eyes?
I tried not to make eye contact with him while his head turned and followed every move I made. I felt strange as he gawked at me, so I picked up the TV remote and turned the flat screen on. But he didn’t seem to notice the TV.
I allowed myself another quick look at him and observed that his brow was pulled together. He looked confused; either that or he was deep in thought.
“Are you okay?” I asked, concerned.
“Yeah, I think so.” He nodded and combed his fingers through his hair, “I was just wondering, are you always this talkative?”
I smiled bashfully at his comment.
“I thought you’d prefer to be left alone. I’m sure the silence and peace must be refreshing,” I murmured.
He laughed at my comment.
“It is, but it’s also nice to be able to talk to a woman who isn’t screaming at me,” he said, looking a bit more relaxed. “You’re not going to scream at me, are you?”
“No,” I said in my softest, non-threatening tone. “Are you sure you’re okay? I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you have a pretty big scratch on your face.” Now that I could see him properly, I saw the dried streak of blood the ran down his neck.
Tom sighed heavily. “Unbelievable,” he murmured.
I opened the first aid box I kept behind the bar and picked out an anti-septic wipe.
“Is it that bad?” he asked.
I nodded. “There’s some blood. It’s not that bad, but you should clean it just incase.”
He ran his fingers over the raised marks. “My jaw hurts.”
“Don’t touch it,” I cautioned, pulling he first aid box closer. I attempted to hand him the opened wipe, but he seemed perfectly fine with letting me tend to it.
“Erm, can you tilt your head a little more?” I asked nervously. My hand trembled slightly as I wiped his wound. There were two distinct fingernail marks across his jaw. I saw his eyes scrunch together; the alcohol must have stung a little.
“I’m sorry, almost done.”
Tom was gazing at my face while I put an antibiotic cream over the scratches. I noticed his eye colour was a lovely chocolate brown, they were gorgeous. It was hard to look at anything else.
“Thanks,” he said, softly and sincerely.
I wiped the excess cream off my fingers. “I don’t mean to be intrusive, but may I ask what happened to you today?”
“Um,” he began. “I had some errands to run but I guess I didn’t get too far.” a small smile broke on his lips as he scratched his eyebrow with his thumb. “It’s actually a bit embarrassing.”
“It’s okay. I understand if you don’t want to talk about it.” I politely dismissed my question and closed the lid on the first aid box.
“I went out to see if I could find a birthday present for my Mum; it’s her birthday in a couple of weeks. I had some free time today, so I went to find a suitable shop. I managed to go into one but there wasn’t anything I wanted to buy. When I left the shop, a handful of women were waiting outside. I tried to be polite and walk away but…” he took a sip of his beer. “One girl grabbed me and tried to pull my top off. Then the chase started. I took off running and here I am. I feel like I just got mugged.”
I reached up to the top shelf for my unopened bottle of Heimabrent. I thought we both needed something strong to calm our nerves.
“Would you like one?” I asked. His eyes widened and he nodded enthusiastically.
"Wait, what is it?" He asked, confused.
"Heimabrent. It's a Norwegian home made liquor. You'll probably know it better as Moonshine though," I smiled.
His eyes widened with his smile and the deepness of his dimple. "Shit, really? You've got actual Moonshine? Isn't that like illegal in the States?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "It's not here though."
I smiled and pushed a filled shot glass in his direction. He tapped his glass to mine before tossing it back into his mouth.
“Do you mind if I ask you another question?” I asked tentatively. I still wasn’t sure if he wanted to be ignored.
“No, I don’t mind. Please - ask.”
“Well, I’m just curious why you’re walking around without an escort. Don’t you have bodyguards or something with you?”
“Yeah, most of the time,” he shyly admitted. “I just really wanted to go for a walk by myself. It’s beautiful outside today. I didn’t think I needed security to do that, but I supposed I do,” he said while examining the large rip in his t-shirt. “This was one of my favourites.” The front of his t-shirt had a picture of Darth Vader wearing sunglasses. I refilled our shot glasses, it would take more than one to calm me down.
“Would you excuse me for a moment?” I asked politely. “I’ll be right back.”
I ran upstairs to get him a new T-shirt. There was a huge hole in his top and I felt terrible for him. The top I picked out was still warm from when I took it out of the tumble dryer this morning.
“Here, take this.” I handed him my favourite oversized t-shirt. It was ark blue and soft from many washes. “Your top is very torn. You can’t walk around like that. The bathroom is over there if you’d like to change.”
“Thanks!” Tom unfolded the t-shirt and looked at it, appearing very puzzled. “This can’t be yours. It’s too big. Is this your boy…”
I shook my head. “It used to be my dad’s but now it’s a very comfortable sleeping top. I just washed it. I’m sorry it’s all I have. You don’t have to…I just thought…”
He smiled at me and pulled the top out of my reach then departed for the bathroom. The way he looked at me made me question if he ever gets treated with kindness from strangers. My gesture seemed to take him by surprise.
When he returned he held his hands out from his sides. When I wore that it looked like a short dress, but on his body the soft cotton covered him perfectly.
I nodded and smirked. He looked gorgeous in my T-shirt.
“It’s really soft, and it smells really good too.” He had the collar pulled up to his nose. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” I smiled warmly.
“So you live upstairs?”
I nodded. “The entire second floor.”
“Room mates?” he asked.
“Nope, I live alone,” I informed quickly.
“Cats?” he questioned. I laughed lightly at his insinuation. “No.”
Tom grinned and pushed his empty glass forward on the bar. “That’s a shame. I love cats.” We tapped out shot glasses together and downed our second shot.
“Another beer?” I asked.
“He nodded and smiled. “Please, if you don’t mind.”
While I was refilling his glass, the barrel kicked in, sending a pop of foam all over my face, shirt and hair. I suppose the way he laughed at me he thought it was amusing.
“You have my kind of luck,” he admitted.
“Ugh,” I groaned, wiping myself with a bar rag.
Tom had a huge grin on his face. As much as I was embarrassed, his smile was quite contagious.
I reached down to pull the empty barrel out when I noticed he had come around the back of the bar. He was standing there staring at me again.
“Here, let me help you. It’s the least I can do,” He gently wiped some beer froth from my hair then moved me out of the way to grab the empty barrel. I felt flush - like my heart skipped a beat. I noticed that when he was right next to me he sniffed me; he even leaned in to get a better whiff. “You smell like…peaches.”
I looked at him out of the corner of my eye as I reflexively leaned farther away, almost tipping off balance. “Peach scented perfume?” Tom asked, leaning closer and smelling me again.
“No, just soap and body lotion.” Why is this guy sniffing me? “Do I smell bad?”
“No. Quite the opposite.” He smiled and inhaled deeply through his nose, like he was sensing the most pleasing of scents. He muttered something about being a first under his breath. I didn’t understand. “So you really own this place?” Tom asked, carrying the empty barrel to the back room for me.
“You sound surprised.”
“Well, I’m not the best judge of a woman’s age, but aren’t you sort of young - I mean, you look about as old as I am and you own your own business.”
“Well my granddad was the original Vevle. Then when he passed away my Dad took over. And when my Dad died a little over a year ago, it was made mine.”
“Oh, I’m sorry about your Dad. And your Mum? Is she…?”
“No,” I murmured. “She died four years ago right after I turned twenty-three.
“Wow. I’m sorry to hear that. Any brothers or sisters?”
“A sister. I never see her though. She’s still in Norway.”
“What’s her name?” Tom asked then sipped his beer.
“Ingeborg.”
Tom looked at me like I’d grown an extra head. “Why’s your sister got a Norwegian name and you haven’t?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Sophie is actually my middle name. It’s spelt with an ‘f’ instead of ‘ph’.” I told him.
“What’s your first name, then?”
I hesitated. “I don’t like my first name, that’s why use my middle name.”
“It’s okay, it can’t be bad. I wont laugh or anything. I promise,” Tom smiled. The dimple in his cheek made it difficult to keep quiet.
“Margit,” I mumbled, trying to load a new barrel onto a trolley.
“Margit Sofie Vevle. It’s pretty. I like it.” I looked at him expecting to see him fighting laughter, but he was smiling genuinely. I couldn’t help but mirror his smile. “Here, let me do that.” Tom placed his hand in the small of my back and gently moved me out of the way so he could take over loading the barrel onto the trolley. I jumped slightly when his fingers touched me; I was surprised that he touched me.
We were so close that I could smell the scent emanating from his body; he had a manly aroma of aftershave. He smelled wonderful. I breathed in another whiff of him while I could, only I wasn’t so obvious about it.
Tom gave the barrel a good shove to get it into the cooler under the taps. Why did I notice the muscles in his arms flex? I had to shake the thought from my mind.
“Thank you,” I smiled.
“No problem!” He said happily. “This bar is beautiful.” He rubbed his hands over the mahogany rail as he returned to his seat. The detail of everything is perfect.”
“My Grandad built it,” I beamed. “Every time I look at it, it makes me smile. He put so much into this place. All this woodwork was done by his hands. The booths, everything, he built it all.”
“Your Grandad was a very talented man.” His fingers were tracing the patterns carved into the dark of edges of the bar, then his attention was diverted. “That’s a pretty big stage, you have bands play here?”
“Yeah, basically every Friday and Saturday night.”
Tom was distracted. “Yamaha,” he said in an amusing voice, drifting his fingers down the keys. “Your piano?”
I nodded. For some unknown reason I followed him over to the stage. “It was a birthday present from my Grandad.”
He looked impressed. Tom’s eyes flickered over to the opposite wall and he strolled away to investigate another area of the pub.
Something else had captured his attention. “Wanna play a game of pool?” He asked with a cheeky wink.
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Post by HannaWestwood on Mon Apr 09, 2012 5:55 am

what an amazing meeting scene!!! Aww Sophie is SO going to fall in love with Tom! =P (as he is described here, I would!)
Plus, he's not really like she thought he was ; a proud, self-conscious actor etc. ; she must have been really surprised indeed! That's easy to understand why she's feeling so great about him ^o^

Can't wait to see how it's going to be between them! They're so cute together <3
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♥ C H A P T E R | T H R E E ♥
“I don’t know,” I hesitated.
“Come on, please? Just one game. I’ll even let you win.”
“Don’t you think I can beat you on my own?”
“Are you good? You’ll probably kick my arse,” he conceded. “But I think I’ll take my chances. I just need to get my mind on something else.”
I nodded and proceeded to pick up a pool stick from the wall. He was rather irresistible when he pleaded like that.
“You can break,” Tom said, placing the ball in the wooden triangle.
I leaned over the table in my breaking stance and cracked the stick into the cue ball, pocketing a red ball.
“I think I’m in trouble!” He chuckled.
I made the next shot but missed the third. It was his turn.
Tom tried to make a shot but he missed. His beer glass was almost empty so I quickly walked over to the bar and filled it out, and got one for myself. “The very first time I played pool, I had my arm in a sling,” Tom said.
“May I ask what you did to get your arm in a sling?” I glanced up at him while lining up for my next shot.
He smiled innocently and laughed. “It’s a funny story, actually.
“I like funny stories.”
“When I was around twelve years old - my sister Carrie was four, we had this bright idea to make a go-cart. We super-glued one of my Mum’s washing baskets to a skateboard. At first we just tied it to my bike but we weren’t going fast enough. So we rolled the basket to the top of a huge hill round the back of our house. We both climbed in and I used a big stick to push us off. Did you know you can’t steer a laundry basket on a skateboard?”
I could picture him as a kid rolling down a hill in a laundry basket. I started to laugh, I shook my head, imagining him being an adventurous daredevil when he was young. “It sounded like a good idea at the time!”
I noticed a scar on his left forearm. “How did you get that one?” I asked, pointing to it.
“Ahh, fishing accident,” He laughed. “I’m never going fishing with Carrie again. Caught me with a hook when we were out with our step dad. I yelled, she yanked, and I got twelve stitches. What about you?” he asked. “Got any good scar stories?”
“I have a few scars but the stories aren’t as good as yours,” I said.
“Go on, I still wanna hear about them,” Tom prompted.
“I’ve got a scar on my finger,” I said, holding out my left hand index finger, “because when I was in kinder garden, I cut myself with a pair of scissors when I was supposed to cut some flowers. And I’ve got one under my left foot after I stepped on the floor with missing tiles in a swimming pool.”
“You weren’t a very smart child were you? Mistaking your finger for a flower,” Tom teased.
“It was an accident!” I laughed. “I’ve got plenty of scars on my knees,” I pulled the legs of my jeans up to show him, I’m glad I shaved my legs this morning. I pulled them back down again. “I have this one...” I held out my right arm, “from when a friend scratched me during a game of hand ball. One on my hand from falling over. Oh, and I also have one on my head because I walked straight into a goal post,” I concluded.
“Wow,” Tom laughed,
“Yeah, I’m quite an unlucky person,” I shrugged with a smile.
“What about any broken bones?” He asked.
“Nope, no broken bones. You?”
He looked at me and nodded. “A few. Mainly little things like toes, but I’ve had both my arms broken. Once because of the laundry basket incident. And the second was from school. I was playing football in P.E, which I didn’t wanna play anyway, and some kid tripped me over and I fell right on my arm. I avoided football even more after that.”
While he was telling his story, I missed my last shot.
“Thanks! Thanks a lot!” he quipped. “You just ruined my next planned shot with your rubbish one!” I could tell he was teasing me. He walked around the table looking for an angle as I had tucked the cue ball behind the eight ball.
I noticed that I was now able to look at him for more than two seconds. I watched his fingers form into a bridge while he prepared for his next shot. He had quite long fingers.
From my current angle, I took in the visions of his long legs and how the low waist of his jeans slipped down a bit further as he bent over the pool table. The blue t-shirt I gave him separated from his body, exposing some tight flesh on his stomach. I could see what the attraction towards him from his fans was, and it wasn’t his acting abilities.
When the game finished, I’d just placed my stick back on the wall when Tom interrupted me. “No! You have to play me again!” He handed the pool stick back to me. “I’m just warming up.”
“Okay, one more,” I agreed. “You can start this time.”
When it was my turn again, I noticed that he stood right behind the pocket that I was aiming for. I was lined up for my shot but it was difficult to concentrate with him shifting his weight from foot to foot.
“Could you, um, move?” I asked, motioning with my hand.
“Why? Am I bothering you?” he snickered.
“Well yeah, it’s kind of annoying actually,” I lined up for my shot again, concentrating.
He moved a few feet away, twirling his pool stick in his hands. His movements were such a distraction that I missed an easy shot. “Oh, good try,” he complimented, although I could tell by his tone and smug smile that he really wanted me to miss it.
Tom was trying to make a long shot so I stood behind the pocket he was aiming for. I lifted my shirt to softly scratch my stomach.
His eyes toggled between trying to make his shot and watching me scratch my fake itch, He let out a big breath and missed his shot.
“Oh, good try,” I patronizingly complimented.
“I see!” He laughed. “You don’t play fair either!”
I grinned and shrugged slightly. He wrinkled his nose at me and made a funny face. It was actually quite adorable, especially the way his dimple was on show while he done it.
When I leaned down to make my next shot, he went to the other end of the pool table and attempted the stomach scratch that I did. But he lifted his t-shirt enough for me to see the dark blonde hair on his stomach which was trailing up from the top button of his jeans. One naughty little thought ran through my head, but despite that I made the shot perfectly still.
“Nice try. But the twirling of the pool stick was more of a distraction than that was!”
I had to walk past him, and when I did he stuck the bottom of his pool stick between my feet, causing me to trip. He caught me with his free arm to keep me from falling.
“Sorry, I can’t help if you’re falling for me,” he said confidently.
“Pfft, hardly,” I muttered. I leaned my pool stick up on the wall.
“Come on. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. Don’t walk away,” he pleaded.
“I’m just going to the bathroom,” I stated over my shoulder. Tom trotted up behind me.
“What, are you following me now?” I kidded.
“Hardly.” He smiled a cocky grin at me and gave me an innocent little shove towards the ladies room door.
A few moments later, we resumed game two and it was his turn to shoot.
“So, Sophie, tell me. Are you a fan of my films? Especially Seaside?” he asked.
“No, I haven’t seen it,” I said calmly. It was the truth. I took a sip of my beer and thought about refilling my glass.
“You haven’t seen the movie? Really?” he was frozen in his spot, staring at me like I had two heads growing out of my shoulders.
“Yeah, really” I guess he was amazed at that; his open mouth turned up into a smile.
“Yeah right!” he snorted and took a sip of his drink.
“What, do you think I’m lying to you?” I couldn’t help but look him directly in the eyes.
“What about any of the Seaside books? Did you read any of them?”
“That’s what you’re filming now, right? And no, I haven’t. everyone I know has though. I suppose that’s why you’re so popular these days?” I shrugged and finished my beer.
He twitched his lips into a smirk. “Yeah…I think you’re lying to me.” He scratched his forehead again.
His accusation irritated me; I didn’t like being called a liar but I remained calm. I got up from my seat and walked over to where he stood by the pool table. I stopped two feet in front of him and looked him directly in the eyes, making sure to hold his gaze before I spoke.
“I honestly have not seen your movie, nor have I read the books. You can see in my eyes that I’m not lying. I don’t know what else to say to make you believe me.”
Tom stood perfectly still, looking dumbfound. After a few seconds I broke our eye contact and walked over to the table where I had set the glass of beer. I filled my glass and looked to see where his glass was. Might aswell give him a refill, too.
I stepped towards him to top off his drink.
“What?” I asked carefully. He looked like he was in a trance. “Did I…say something wrong? I’m, I’m sorry I haven’t seen your movie. I hope that didn’t offend you.”
“No! That’s…perfectly okay,” he said, a hint of a smile touched his face. I watched as he just about swallowed his entire glass of beer.
“So besides kicking arse on the pool table, what else do you like to do?” He asked after I officially won our second game.
“Lots of things,” I quickly replied. I didn’t know what to tell him. I was too busy wondering why he was still here hanging out with me. Surely he had more important things to do.
“Like?” he prodded.
“Well, I absolutely love anything to do with music; listening to it or trying to play it. I love to cook, and hanging out with my friends. We sometimes go down to the beach and play volleyball. But, unfortunately since I took over running the pub, I don’t have as much free time as I used to.” I shrugged. “I work a lot.”
While I was busy talking, Tom set up the table for game number three. I noticed his behaviour had changed slightly. He was more at ease…relaxed…more himself.
I was getting set to start the game while he interrupted me. “Quick, without thinking, what’s your favourite movie of all time?”
I stood up a little too fast. The motion along with several glasses of beer and shots of Heimabrent affected my equilibrium.
“Um, um,” I stammered while trying to figure out what my favourite movie of all time was. “I don’t know if I have one particular favourite. I have a few but it’s hard to pick.”
“Okay, well…what made the list?”
I sucked in a sharp breath between my teeth, thinking.
“I love Phantom of the Opera and all Disney classics. Y’know, like Cinderella, Snow White, Pocahontas, Lady and the Tramp, Beauty and the Beast. Them sorts of ones.”
“Ahh, so you like the love sort of films. I gotta say though, I bloody adore Disney movies. I could watch them all day, everyday,” Tom smiled. “I’d say we could re-inact Beauty and the Beast perfectly,” he pointed to himself, “Beauty…and the Beast,” he pointed to me when he said Beast.
I couldn’t help but laugh at that. I tried to teasingly nudge him with my hand when Tom caught me by the wrist and gently folded my arm with his, trapping me against his body with my arm held behind my back. I could feel the heat radiating from his chest onto me. “Okay, okay,” I said, struggling to stop the laughing.
Even though we were bent into each other, laughing hysterically, my mind started showing unnecessary images just from his touch. I couldn’t allow myself to have those thoughts about him so I quickly pulled my hand away.
He continued making me laugh, I was laughing so hard that I lost the third game. I couldn’t focus with the tears of laughter in my eyes.
“You cheat!” I scolded him.
“Who, me?”
“Yeah you, Mr. Innocent!”
I was getting ready to make my first shot of the fourth game when he stood behind me. I looked over my shoulder; he made me nervous standing behind me.
“What?” he asked with a grin, like he was just innocently stood back there.
I looked back at the table and tried to hit the ball when he grabbed the end of the pool stick.
“You suck!” I teased him after barely hitting the cue ball.
“No, you suck! You missed the shot,” he fired back at me.
I tried to crack him with the end of my pool stick but he quickly sprinted away, laughing.
Tom leaned down to take his shot; he was just about to hut the cue ball when I faked a loud cough. “Huh, um, you suck.”
He missed the cue ball and didn’t even touch any other ball. He looked at me then started chasing me. “That’s it!”
I made two laps around the table, laughing and smiling all the way.
Eight games of pool and a barrel of beer later, we were tied - four games each. We were having a really, really good time. The whole time we played, his charm never faltered. Even though we teased each other, he still complimented me when I made a good shot, he encouraged me when I had a difficult shot, and he smiled at me incessantly. We carried on just like two long time friends. He made me laugh a lot. Being around him was surprisingly easy. The entire celebrity persona slipped away and was just - Tom - a genuinely nice guy.
“All right, this game seals everything. Winner gets the bragging rights,” he said, playfully tapping me on my backside with the end of his pool stick. His face took a serious expression as he lined up for his next shot.
“Can I ask you a question, Sophie?”
“Yeah sure, what?” I was curious about what he wanted to know.
“Well, I was sort of wondering if you’re married or seeing someone. I don’t know if I could handle having a jealous guy attack me today, too,” he admitted.
“Um, no. I’ve never been married. And, you don’t have to worry - there’s no jealous boyfriend either,” I answered quickly, trying to be light-hearted and reassuring about it.
After the words flew out of my mouth I wished I could have rephrase them. I stared at the floor with embarrassment. This is why you shouldn’t drink beer, you idiot. You get far too honest about everything. He probably thinks you’re some nut case that no man wants.
But I rationalized that he had already been accosted once today; I’m sure a bar fight would be the last thing he needed to deal with.
“You’re not dating anyone?” He sounded sort of shocked.
“No, no one,” I answered honestly.
My mind flashed back to the last man I dated. How Charlie (The ‘Arsehole’ as he was referred to now) asked me to marry him, how he promised to love me forever, and how I gave the ring back after I found out that he had an insatiable appetite for random sex with strangers. He was the last entry on a short list of guys who smashed my heart into pieces.
“Hmm, that’s good to know.” Tom nodded while leaning over to take his next shot. “So why is that?”
“I suppose the right man hasn’t walked through my door yet,” I answered casually, trying to redeem myself.
In reality, men walked in and out of my door every day, but I’d been numb for as long as I could remember that I didn’t even care to notice them. My need for self-preservation was stronger.
His eyes locked on mine as he purposely missed the last shot of the game.
“Guess I get all the bragging rights then,” I whispered after I sunk the last ball on the table. He congratulated me with another soft high-five.
I noticed him glance at his watch as he finished his drink. I assumed he was thinking about leaving so I peeked behind the window blind slightly to see if there were still people loitering on the street.
“Is it clear?” he asked, even though he knew my answer.
“No. There’s still a crowd out there. I see guys with cameras and a lot of women.”
“This is ridiculous,” he sighed and rubbed his eyes with his fingers.
“What’s worse, the paparazzi or the T-shirt tipping psychos?”
“They’re about even,” Tom muttered, “Most of the fans are great, but some of them go to scary extremes to get to me - like today. And the paparazzi, well, they’re everywhere. But I guess they have to be - it’s their jobs.” His voice sounded so defeated.
“You really have no freedom or privacy, do you?”
“No,” he whispered. “Not anymore.”
He looked completely saddened. I felt so bad for him. How someone could have everything and at the same time, have nothing at all. I had to fight back the urge to go over to him and wrap him in a big hug. I didn’t know what else to say, other than, “I’m sorry.”
He gave me a brief smile, but the anguish on his face was plain to see.
“They aren’t going to leave until they’re sure you’re not here, are they?” I didn’t want to say this out loud but it was a question that had to be asked.
“No.” His eyes shot up to lock on mine.
“Well, you can’t just walk out into that! No way!” I envisioned him leaving through the front door and getting attacked again by the group of screaming women.
“What choice do I have?” he sighed. “Even if I manager to get to the street…” his voice trailed in defeat.
My mind was plotting - how to gain him safe passage out of here. The thought of him getting accosted by that horde out there pissed me off.
“Let me go check the back door, see if the way is clear. Stay here, okay?”
Tom didn’t reply; the gleam of hope in his eyes was confirmation enough that he was willing to accept my help.
I peeked out the back door; the alley was empty.
Where the hell would he go from here though? My eyes searched the entire alley to be sure that there was no danger and then I had a brilliant idea.
“Can someone pick you up?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he nodded assuredly.
I reached for my mobile phone.
“Dorothy? Hi, it’s Sophie. I need to ask you a favour. Well, you see, I have a very special guest inside my pub and he is in need of a safe exit. I mean, he’s very well-known and, um, there are cameras and crazy women outside my bar. Yes, he’s one of the boys from the movie.”
My eyes shot up at him and I gave my best sorry smile. “Can I send him through your shop…through your back door? No, he just needs to get to the street safely. Okay, thanks Dorothy. You’re the best!”
“Tell your driver to park directly in front of Dorothy’s Bakery and to call you when he was in position. You’ll be safe. Dorothy is a nice, older lady. She wont even know who you are. She’ll leave you alone.”
I looked up to see him beaming at me - like I was a lifesaver.
“The things we take for granted,” he muttered.
“Hmm? What do you mean?” I wished he would explain.
“Nothing,” he whispered, shaking his head as a twinge of a smile touched his lips. He pulled his phone from his pocket to call his driver.
Ten minutes later he said his goodbyes.
“Thank you, Sophie, for everything. I’m really sorry for putting you through this today.”
“It’s okay, Tom. You don’t need to apologise. It was nice to meet you.”
“It was very nice to meet you, too. I can’t remember the last time I felt this relaxed. It was nice feeling normal for once, even if it was only for a couple of hours. I had a really great time!”
“I’m glad to hear it. I had a really great time too.”
“Sophie, I hope I can trust you to keep our time together just between us - our secret.” his eyes were pleading, and I knew that no one could ever be told about our encounter.
“Don’t worry, Tom,” I assured him. I purposely looked him directly in the eyes so he’d know I was telling the truth. “Please know that you can trust me. It’s as much my secret as it is yours. I swear I will never say a word about it to anyone. Never - I promise.”
He held his hand out to shake mine, so I reflexively responded. I was all prepared for a friendly handshake, but instead he twisted my hand in his and even so gently he kissed the back of my hand.
“See ya,” he said, softly, still holding my fingers in his hand.
I felt my heart skip another beat as it flopped in my chest.
“See you,” I managed to breathe out.
I walked him to the gray steel door in the kitchen and watched him intently as he made it to the opposing door across the alley, completely unnoticed. Tom paused in the open doorway and smiled at me one last time before disappearing into the bakery.
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Post by HannaWestwood on Sat Apr 28, 2012 7:30 am

Ahhh sorry I didn't comment earlier! study
This chapter was sooo long but sooooo cool too! Shocked

Awww so much things to say after that!

Well, I apprecaited the apparition of Tom's dimple Razz
What an awesome time they both had! Alalala... *jealous*

Looks like Carrie is the source of Tom's trouble as a kid! xD The scars story were so cute and funny!

Tom's stomach... Embarassed I felt sooooo naughty too Twisted Evil

Hum hum... ANYWAY! ^^"

That was a super super super chapter! My fave from now I think... I love you

Will Tom and Sophie see each other one more time soon? Awww can't wait!!! bounce
I hope she won't say anything to anyone and that "The arsehole" is not going to show up! He would ruin Sophie and Tom's happiness! "Buuuuuh" to him! Mad


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HannaWestwood wrote:Ahhh sorry I didn't comment earlier! study
This chapter was sooo long but sooooo cool too! Shocked

Awww so much things to say after that!

Well, I apprecaited the apparition of Tom's dimple Razz
What an awesome time they both had! Alalala... *jealous*

Looks like Carrie is the source of Tom's trouble as a kid! xD The scars story were so cute and funny!

Tom's stomach... Embarassed I felt sooooo naughty too Twisted Evil

Hum hum... ANYWAY! ^^"

That was a super super super chapter! My fave from now I think... I love you

Will Tom and Sophie see each other one more time soon? Awww can't wait!!! bounce
I hope she won't say anything to anyone and that "The arsehole" is not going to show up! He would ruin Sophie and Tom's happiness! "Buuuuuh" to him! Mad


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Yaaay Very Happy Hehee.
I'll post the next chapter probably tomorrow Very Happy
If I've written it anyway :s i can't remember where i've got to on my word document!
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“Did I miss something?” Libby asked, her eyes looked me up and down like I had the word ‘guilty’ written all over my body.
“What do you mean?” I tried to sound oblivious to her accusation. I was not going to volunteer anything - I promised him.
She tilted her head over towards the window where two photographers stood on guard outside. I wanted so badly to run upstairs and dump a few buckets of water out of my second story window to shoo them off.
“I have no idea. Maybe some of the famous wandered over here?” I replied flatly, “Did you cut up any limes yet?” I was searching for a new topic while keeping my fluttering heart in check; there was no way I was going to discuss the past few hours.
“Yeah, but we’re almost out,” she grumbled.
Eventually the paparazzi disappeared, obviously disappointed that they were not going to get their million pound shot of Tom Fletcher inside my pub.
The rest of the night my mind lingered over the memories of the day. Tom had been so charming, so kind, and funny. I felt so remorse for saying out loud that he was full of himself. I could not have been more wrong about a person.
His deep brown eyes were so mesmerising when he looked at me while kissing my hand. How strange I felt from this chance meeting. I allowed myself a brief smile before forcing my mind back on the task at hand - running my pub.
I knew I’d never see him again; we came from two different worlds that weren’t meant to exist together.
The next day I had some errands to run; I had put off food shopping for long enough now. I also had bands booked for Friday and Saturday nights and that definitely meant we would have much bigger crowds than normal. I completed my personal food shopping and then packed my trolley with fresh lemons, limes, and oranges for the bar before heading to the tills to pay.
I picked the lane with the fewest people standing in line, thinking that would get me out of the shop quicker. How idiotic of me to assume that would be the case. It never usually ends up being that way. The older lady in front of me began arguing with the cashier, and you know things are only going to get worse when the cashier calls someone for a price adjustment. Just my luck.
I let my eyes glance over the front covers of the magazines that filled the end racks, trying to kill time.
Most of the covers had delicious pictures of baked goods surrounded by words like ‘low fat’ and ‘diet’ or photos of Hollywood actresses or singers airbrushed to perfection. The absurdity of it all made me chuckle.
I studied the pictures of the Hollywood superstars that filled the front covers of the rest of the magazines until my eyes set upon a familiar face - Tom Fletcher - a side note of feature on the cover of every gossip magazine on the shelf.
I glanced over the titles around his picture:

Seaside Star Tom -The Whole Truth
Tom Fletcher and his Messy Love Triangle


As much as I despised those trashy magazines, morbid curiosity got the better of me. I grabbed the first one with ‘The Whole Truth’ advertised and thumbed through it until I came across Tom’s piece in the magazine. The pages were filled with glossy pictures of him trying to look inconspicuous in some night club, pictures from what looked like the movie set, and photos of him posing.
There was no ‘truth’ as the headlines promised. All the words that surrounded his pictures were nothing but allegations.
As I scanned over the print, it appeared that I knew more ‘truth’ and facts about this man than this pathetic magazine did. During our time together Tom had revealed a lot about himself.
I noticed Tom rubbed his forehead when he got stressed, how he cracked his knuckles out of habit, and how he chewed on the inside of his lip when he was thinking.
My mind drifted over the four amazing hours we shared together yesterday. Those memories of Tom was different from the visions plastered in the magazine. He was nice, down-to-earth, just like a regular guy.
For as kind and friendly as he was, I noticed other character traits that most people probably didn’t see. He was shy but very playful, crap at flirting, and a bit of an introvert…just like me.
But through his career decision, some good luck and perhaps some incredible timing, Tom’s status was railed from normal guy to almost God-like overnight.
Any chance he had at being a normal person was now destroyed by fame. The realisation made me sad, I pitied him.
My lips pursed together as I read the caption under one of the pictures. “Tom and Jess - getting steamy on and off set.” The words cast visions into my mind of him kissing every girl that presented an opportunity. He was desired by so many that he could have his pick.
He probably has a different girl in his bed every night just like my ex-fiancé. The thought completely disgusted me. I shut the magazine and slapped it back on the shelf.
By Friday night, I had replaced my thoughts of Tom Fletcher with about thirty different mixed drink recipes. I was happy to see a decent sized crowd enjoying the guitar player I hired. He was engaging the audience with a good mix of popular tunes, and I couldn’t stop myself from dancing behind the bar. I’ll have to book him again.
I caught sight of Niall, my weekend bouncer and long-time friend as I scanned the crowd. He was also married to Libby. He was five foot eight, medium build ,had blonde hair, bright blue eyes and a dimple in his chin. He wasn’t too hard to miss. I wondered what was wrong to make him leave his post at the front door.
I noticed he was escorting a young man with short brown hair and ripped jeans over to where I stood. The boy looked like he was an older teenager, but definitely not old enough to be in the bar.
“Sophie,” Niall yelled over the music. “The kid says he has a delivery for you.”
“Are you Sophie Vevle?” the boy asked.
“Yes - that’s me.”
“I have a message for you,” he said loudly as he handed a white envelope to me.
I tore the envelope open; inside was a hand-written letter.


I had to read the note twice; it didn’t sink in the first time. Does this mean that he likes me? He wants to see…ME? Why? So I can be a third leg of some new love triangle? So he could get his rocks off with the local selection while he’s in town?
He was s super celebrity and I wasn’t - as much as I wanted to see him again, I’m smart enough to know that nothing lasting could come from it. Eventually he would have to disappear.
I grabbed a pen from next to the till, but the lid off with my teeth and with all my strength, I wrote NO on the back of a Vevle’s napkin.
My heart was thumping from this ordinary but strangely painful action. He wasn’t the first guy I’d denied, but he was definitely the first for a denial on a napkin via teenage messenger service, plus, he was the first denial I’m not totally sure I even want to make.
Tom Fletcher was not long-term boyfriend material and I had no interest in having a one-night stand with anyone, regardless of how famous they are - so why even go through the motions? I could not put my heart on the line for this one, no matter how much I was tempted.
I swallowed hard, folding the napkin and handed it to the boy. “Please give this to him, Jason,” I muttered somberly.
I was hoping not to regret this decision.
My eyes shot over to my trusty friend.
“Niall, please make sure this young man makes it safely to his car.” I stood there and watched as the boy left through the front door with my reply in his hand while an old, familiar pain caused the fissure in my heart to crack a bit wider. It would be another long night devoid of love.
The next morning, the sounds of the bird chirping outside my window pulled me from my dreamless sleep. It was gray in my bedroom; not the bright, sunny yellow I had hoped to wake up to. The weather seemed to match my sullen mood perfectly.
I took a deep breath and held it in my lungs for a moment before exhaling with force while a vision of Tom appeared in my thoughts. I pushed my hair back off my forehead and tried to rub the sleep from my eyes.
As I trudged my way down the hall to the bathroom, my thoughts flashed back to writing ‘no’ on the napkin. Why did I do that? He asked for my phone number and I chickened out.
A split second later, rationality sunk in. he’s not just another guy who has the potential to rip your heart out and hand it to you while it’s still beating. He would be capable of much more damage than that.
But he wanted to see me again - so he must think that I’m attractive enough. After all, his last known speculated girlfriend was beautiful.
I took a long look at myself in the mirror, trying to see if I could agree with his assessment.
I pulled my hair band from my ponytail, brushing out my hair which sat just by my shoulder blades. My summer tan was faded, my bikini lines were just about gone, but I still had a bit of glow left on my O shaped face.
I turned the sink on, splashing some cold water on my eyes. The more I rubbed, the more prominent the blue of my eyes appeared.
I still couldn’t get Tom out of my mind. So what if he likes me - then what? Do I get to add a famous person to my short list of friends? Deep in my brain, doubt slipped out of its cage.
Despite Tom’s outward gesture, how could I ever compete with the many Hollywood babes out there? All of them waiting in the shadows to bag their own leading man. With their designer clothes, designer hair, and high-gloss tans - not to mention their killer figures, fake boobs, and filthy-rich bank accounts.
Examples of them were listed conveniently in the magazines and they were all on the hunt for one of their own kind. Tom Fletcher was definitely on their eligible bachelor’s list.
Then I wondered why I thought the famous, single actresses would be any different from me. They too had their fair share of stardom hell with losing their men to on set romances and wandering infidelity. Even the beautiful starlets were left broken hearted.
If he wasn’t an actor and extremely famous at the moment, would any of these women ever, ever give him the time of day? I think not.
In a few weeks he’ll be gone anyway. Off to another location to do his next Hollywood blockbuster with some totally sexy co-star who he’ll bond with, and in no time they will surely get into each other’s pants.
Every day millions of people go off to work, but how many of them have to fake romances or stick their tongues in someone else’s mouth for a living?
Honey, have a great day at work and I hope you get some good tongue action in today! Oh, you’re going a sex scene today with a hot, single actress? Good for you! Should I call the lawyer now or wait until you officially leave me for her?
How many actors’ personal lives are ruined because of it?
I wondered if it would be possible for someone like Tom to ever have a normal relationship. Maybe he would follow in the footsteps of so many others before him and just stick to brief relationships with a variety of actresses?
I thought about the majority of relationships amongst actors - only a handful of them were between actors and normal humans. The odds were stacked against my regardless.
I shook my fingers through my hair to try throw the thoughts away. I am just deluding myself to think that this - whatever it was - could have ever amounted to anything.
Time to get back to reality, Sophie. Men like that don’t fall for ordinary people like you. I suddenly felt very insignificant all over again.
“Why are you in such a bad mood?” Libby grumbled at me while she was making a drink. She knew me well enough to know that something was wrong.
I had spent the entire day beating myself up internally; my nine o’clock my internal struggle reached the outside of my body.
I shook my head and tried to shrug her off. Best friend and cousin or not, there was no way I’d ever spill my secret to her; my private four hours would become public knowledge of everyone who stepped foot in the bar because surely she would chastise me out loud for the rest of the night.
She leered at me, demanding an answer.
“Something didn’t work out the way I hoped.” I figured that was good enough of an answer to give her, without having to go into detail.
I met a wonderful, quirky guy who could make me really happy but he’s also extremely famous and could never be mine…
Somehow I don’t think that would go down great with her.
“You wanna talk about it?” Libby asked.
I knew she cared about me but this was something I couldn’t share.
“No,” I replied, softly. “Nothing to talk about. I’ll be fine.”
I was thankful that I had a large crowd of strangers mingling around my pub; there was enough of a commotion going on that I could stay distracted. One of my favourite local bands just finished setting up their equipment on the stage and soon as would all be enjoying some music. Niall held his usual position, perched on a stool inside the door, making sure to check everyone’s ID and to collect a small cover charge for the band.
As I looked around, everything that was always stable and constant in my life was just as it should be. I accepted that my decision was a wise and healthy choice and stood firm in my resolve.
The evening progressed and Libby and I were dancing behind the bar as usual, mixing drinks and sliding glasses and bottles to our customers. The music was amazing, the crowd was thick, and my bad mood for the most part was lifted. Everyone was having a good time.
I was waiting on a customer when all of a sudden I felt a hand clamp tightly around my forearm and sharp fingernails dug into my skin.
“Libby! What are you doing?” I asked, looking down at her clenched hand and my arm turning purple. My eyes shot up to look at her face and I noticed she was turning white; her mouth was gaping open. I glanced down the bar in the direction of her petrified stare; I didn’t know what the problem was.
“Libby?”
I scanned the crowd rapidly and then I saw him - Tom Fletcher - and a small group of people filtering through the crowd.
One of my regular customers started smacking his hand repeatedly on the bar to get my attention. “Sophie, Niall wants to see you NOW!”
“Libby, let go!” I shouted, peeling her fingers off my arm. I ducked out the other end of the bar and made my way through the crowd to the front door. Niall was holding back a large crowd when I finally reached him.
“Sophie! What the hell was I supposed to do? I had to let him in - he paid!”
“Niall, we can’t let any more people in. we’re at maximum capacity now. All I need is someone to come by and see this and they can shut me down,” I yelled over the music.
“Well then you have to tell all of them that I can’t let them in!” Niall pointed to the crowd that stretched all the way down the path.
“Niall, just close the door and sit on your stool in front of it. I’ll get Dan to help you. I’ll give you free beers.” I stepped outside onto the street and raised my voice to speak to the waiting crowd.
“I’m sorry everyone, but we are at maximum capacity. If you’d like to come in, you will have to wait until other customers leave.”
I rushed back into the bar and quickly located Dan - the regular that told me Niall needed me.
“Oh, Dan, another thing…” I turned to take hold of his muscular arm. “If the crowd out there gets out of control, call the police, then come and get me immediately.” He picked up his and Niall’s beers and walked outside.
I hurried to get myself back behind the bar; in all the years we’d been in business we had never seen a crowd this size before.
I spotted a man standing at the opposite end of the bar with money sticking out of his hand. His stance was somewhat intimidating. Libby was still dazed from seeing Tom; she was having a hard time waiting on customers and remembering drink orders.
“Hi, what can I get you?” I asked the man. I figured he was personal security for the actors. He certainly fit the look.
“Hi there,” he said, smiling as he proceeded to rattle off a drink order.
I glanced around looking for Tom; I knew he was in here somewhere. Our eyes locked when I found him; he was leaning on the far brick wall by the pool room with his arms folded across his chest 0 staring at me with a slight grin. There was already a swarm of girls around him, but he didn’t seem to be paying a lot of attention to them. He was talking to some guy instead.
As I was mixing their drink order, I noticed that two of the actresses from his movie were also in my pub.
Tom seemed to be enjoying himself. He had a big glass of beer in his hand and he was laughing and being quite talkative with his group, but not so much with the general public.
I felt weird from thinking about our first encounter and my rejection when he asked for my number. I was so nervous from seeing him again that I tried to ignore him, but it was hard. I could feel his presence all around me.
I was at the far end of the bar waiting on a customer when Libby nudged me with her elbow. “He’s sitting at the bar!” she squealed with excitement. She was squirming around so much I thought she was going to wet her knickers.
“I tried to wait on him, but he said he wants to talk to you!” she babbled as she pointed a finger at me. I flashed my eyes down the bar. He was sitting there casually with his arms folded, wearing bit of a smirk, on the same stool he sat on the first time he was here. I continued to take care of my current customer before I made my approach. I wasn’t going to rush. He was going to be treated like any other customer in my bar.
I slowly walked towards him, taking care of several customers on my way, while my mind was flashing a million different thoughts. Do I say hi? Should I pretend not to know him? I wished I had another forty feet to walk, but before I knew it, I was standing in front of him.
“Hi!” Stupid as it was, that was about all I could get myself to say.
“Hi back,” he said, flashing a sexy smile, flashing his dimple. “How are you?”
“Surprised?” I shrugged. “And extremely busy, thanks to you!” I tried to sound annoyed.
“That’s good, I guess.” His eyes flickered over to the stage. “You have some great entertainment here tonight.”
“Thanks. These guys are great. They play here a lot.”
I felt myself smiling at him as we spoke while my mind drifted over the memories of the last time he was here. No matter what, it was still easy to talk to him.
That was until I became aware that people was staring at us.
“So, can I get you a refill?” I asked, trying to be casual with him like her was just another customer. I snapped right back into business mode.
Tom quickly finished his beer and slid the empty glass towards me. As I walked over to the beer taps I glanced back at him; his eyes had followed me and he was smiling. I couldn’t help but to smirk back.
“What do I owe you?” he shoved his hand in his front pocket.
I shook my head in disapproval. “Nothing, it’s on the house; I know the owner.” I shrugged with a smile.
Tom laughed lightly before turning serious. “You don’t have to do that, you know.” he scowled at me.
I wrinkled my nose at him in response to his unhappy expression.
He mimicked me, until a smile cracked on his lips.
“Thanks, Sophie.” Those gorgeous brown eyes of his quickened my pulse.
There were so many people at the bar, I had to tear myself away and wait on the next customer. People were shouting drink orders and waving money.
No sooner did I turn my eyes away when three women descended on him. They were giggling, gushing and flirting, and trying to get him to pose with them so they could capture their celebrity moment on their cameras.
My lips curled in disgust. I was glad I made the decision that I did. There was too long of a line to get to that man. I attempted to ignore him again.
“What can I get you?” I asked the somewhat good-looking guy who was waiting for a drink. He mumbled something not understandable; the music mixed with the hum of people talking and yelling made it almost impossible to hear.
I heard Tom sneeze a couple of times in a row. My attention automatically shifted back to him. I wonder if he’s catching a cold? I slid a new napkins in front of him. I wasn’t looking as I set them down near his hand; I smiled when I felt his warm fingertips brush over mine.
“Sorry, I didn’t get that.” I cupped my other hand around the back of my ears so my latest customers would get the point. “What would you like?” I asked again.
“You’re beautiful!” he shouted at me.
I cringed at his words and his failing attempt at hitting on me.
“Thanks,” I replied flatly. “What can I get you?” I was getting impatient.
“How about your phone number?” he yelled back to me as he was almost lifting his body onto the bar. I noticed after he spoke, he looked at his friends to have his courage acknowledged.
My golden rule was not to date random customers, especially the ones who were arseholes.
“Thanks, I’m very flattered. But sorry, the only thing you’re getting from this side of the bar is alcohol.”
My eyes flicked back to Tom, who was sitting there staring at me with a smug grin on his face.
“Oh, come on!” The young man pleaded with me. I just shook my head.
A few men sitting at the bar teased the poor guy. “Ooh, rejected!”
I gave them a disappointed look.
“What do you want to drink?” I asked again, trying to be more cordial. He had ten seconds before I was going to move on to the next customer. “Three lagers,” he finally yelled back.
Ten drink orders later, I was making a Gin and Tonic for a customer when I noticed one of the actresses, Cesca Beattie, descend upon Tom. Cesca was young, leggy and super thing, with straight, long brown hair. She looked like a super model. She was leaning on Tom’s shoulder with her arm around him, whispering in his ear. I happened to be looking when she ran her fingers through Tom’s hair. He winced and tilted his head away from her touch. I could tell it bothered him. But why does it bother me? There was something about the way she touched him that irritated me.
A few moments later Tom moved back to the table with her to rejoin their group. He saat down in one of the side booths, but my view was obscured by the surrounding crowds.
“What did he say to you?” Libby asked, she was going out of her mind with curiosity.
“I gave him another beer. He said thanks,” I shrugged.
“You had Tom freakin’ Fletcher sat at your bar and you didn’t even talk to him?”
“Libby, what was I supposed to say?” I was not having this conversation with her, so I walked away.
Tom stayed at the table with his group, although I was trying not to note his whereabouts. Three bulky security guards were hovering around them, keeping the unwanted general public at bay. I saw women manage to sneak through to get an autograph and I just wished they’d leave him alone.
I wondered if the way he ran his finger back and forth under his nose to scratch was another nervous gesture, but he started to sneeze again.
As I was filling another glass, my mind tried to figure out what the excitement was to get someone’s signature on a piece of paper.
I watched as he scribbled his autograph onto the bottom of the girl’s t-shirt. What would make these girls want their clothes written on in permanent marker?
I did notice one thing though; some of the girls that stepped up to bug him ranged from quite pretty to very attractive. But he still never really looked at them. He was too far into business mode.
“Hi!” shouted a male voice, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I looked up to see a nice looking man wearing a suit jacket over a neat buttoned shirt. Thick, dark hair…slight dimples in his cheeks…no wedding ring on the hand that rested on the bar.
“Hey, what can I get you?” my eyes adjusted to this new handsome man.
“What beers do you have?”
I listed the different names. He thought about it for a moment. “You’re not making this easy for me. Why don’t you pick one? I’m sure I’d like anything you choose.”
I smiled and walked away, grabbing a new glass along my way. I poured one of our more popular beers and slid the glass in front of him. “Mmm, that’s good!” He grinned and winked at me. “My name is Mark, what’s yours?”
“Sophie,” I replied, wondering if he was going to pay for his beer.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sophie.” Mark smiled and held out his hand.
I didn’t want to be rude so I shook his hand. Before I knew it, the slick man clamped his hand around mine, trapping me. I tugged back, but he was stronger than me. “Did anyone ever tell you how beautiful you are?”
“Let go of my hand,” I stated calmly.
“I can’t, not until you agree to go out with me tomorrow evening.”
I tugged several times but his grip wasn’t getting any looser. I looked over his shoulder to see Tom standing right behind him. His beer was in one hand and the fingers of the other hand was in his pocket; his narrowed eyes were fixed on mine. Next to him stood one of the bodyguards.
“Come on, go out with me,” his tone made me cringe. He trailed his finger over my wrist.
Tom looked at my new admirer and back at me; his face was showing concern. I shook my head slightly, hoping Tom would understand I didn’t want any trouble.
Two women approached Tom and attempted to get his attention. One of them grabbed his arm. Tom immediately waved her off, obviously displeased with their forward behaviour.
I raised my voice at Mark, “Let go of my hand. That’s three pounds for the beer.”
“That’s not a way to treat a lady, man. I think you should let go of her hand,” Tom piped up from behind Mark. Mark turned and saw Tom, giving him a dirty look before turning back to me.
“C’mon, we’ll have fun, I promise,” his voice turned softer and he finally released my hand.
“No. Three pounds please.”
“Who’s your new friend, Sophie?” Libby yelled over to me.
“Oh, this is Mark,” I stated loudly. “He wants to take me for dinner, but I just really want him to pay for his beer.”
Tom chuckled ever so lightly.
Mark got the hint. He took three coins from his pocket, tossed them on the bar, and turned in a huff.
Tom smiled at me before raising his glass to take a sip. I flashed my eyes between Tom and the empty seat, hoping he would get the hint.
He didn’t disappoint.
“Can I get you another drink, sir?” I said in a joking tone as I took his glass from the bar.
He laughed lightly and nodded his head. I set his glass in the sink and got him a fresh beer in a new glass.
“Can I also interest you in doing one of the best shots you’ll ever have in your life?” I set his new beer in front of him then leaned over the bar a bit to say quietly, “It’s just what you had the other day.”
“Definitely interested,” he stated directly, his eyes locked on mine.
I reached for the top shelf and got the bottle down, I poured two shots.
“Here’s to psychotic fans!” I cheered, raising my shot glass.
He tapped his shot glass to mine and we both tossed the liquid back into our mouths.
Tom reached in his pocket and pulled a wad of money out, but I shook my head at him.
“No. Put your money away,” I whispered as I collected the empty shot glasses.
He frowned at me. Instinctively I scowled back at him. Then like a two year old, he stuck his tongue out at me. I casually rubbed my middle finger across my eyebrow. We both started laughing.
When I glanced back up at him again, Jessica Strauss, the other actress who followed him into the bar, was hovering around him. She whispered something in his ear, whatever she said made him roll his eyes and purse his lips. He didn’t look happy with whatever she said.
Without saying a word, he got up and moved back to the table with his original group, where he stayed for the rest of the night. They had several additional rounds of drinks and seemed to all have a good time. I noticed Jessica trying to hide as she swayed back and forth to the music. Tom sat facing in my direction, and every once in a while he’d stare at me until our eyes met.
Tom’s brown eyes were hypnotic and I couldn’t help but smile every time one of us was caught staring. He was extremely handsome, but there was something else. He didn’t hold himself in high regard; he just wanted to blend. Tom’s eyes held mine for an extra moment. He smiled at me, tilting his head slightly, and then proceeded to unbutton his top shirt. I was curious as to why he was undressing in my pub; I just couldn’t look away.
He patted his hand on his chest and stretched back. That’s when I noticed he was wearing my blue t-shirt under everything else.
I chuckled to myself; no longer was I able to contain my big grin. He raised his eyebrows a couple of times and winked at me.
It was almost one o’clock in the morning when his group got up to leave. Tom stood there staring at me while he put his jacket on. He let out a sigh then turned and headed for the door. And just like that, with no words, no goodbye, he was gone.
Fortunately when the celebrities left so did most of the crowd. The pub was a mess! We went through most of the bottles of beer I had stocked in the fridges as well as most of my reserves. Bottles, glasses, and empty pitchers covered most of the tables.
“How crazy was that?” Niall shouted as he helped collect the rubbish.
Libby had tray after tray of dirty glasses lined up on the top of the bar, but despite the huge mess that was waiting to be cleaned up, she was still smiling from her celebrity encounter.
“I cannot believe that they came here!” she giggled.
“Why don’t you ever get this excited when you see me?” Niall asked, jealous her squealing because of another man.
“We live together, I see you all the time,” she answered. Niall huffed as he collected some more empty packets from the tables. “I’m sorry, babe. I love you,” Libby grinned, wrapping her arms around Niall’s waist. He looked past her head, ignoring her gesture.
Libby tiptoed up slightly to plant a long, passionate kiss on his lips. Eventually Niall melted out of his huff, “Forgiven,” he grinned.
I smiled at them both, they were adorable together.
Everyone carried on with what they were doing. “One thing is for sure - Tom Fletcher couldn’t take his eyes off of her!” she teased me.
I groaned at her for pointing that out.
“And don’t you roll your eyes at me!” she reprimanded.
I let out a big sigh while visions of Tom flashed through my mind. We did stare at each other a lot though.
Why did he try to protect me? I started washing dirty glasses trying not to think about it, but I was failing miserably.
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Post by HannaWestwood on Thu May 31, 2012 8:49 am

Awesome chapteeeer Very Happy

Tom is so coool Very Happy I loved the fact he was wearing Sophie's blue shirt Very Happy
I loved every single thig concerning TomxSophie... ♥️

But this Mark was soooooo annoying!!! ><

Can't wait to see when Sophie and Tom will be able to see each other again! bounce

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Post by ChloeRussellx on Mon Jun 04, 2012 7:43 pm

♥ C H A P T E R | F I V E ♥
“You made the paper,” Hanna announced, tossing the local paper in front of me. My dear Sidney was holding Hanna’s other hand. He pulled out a chair so Hanna could join me at the big, round table in the middle of the pub.
I was so glad when Sidney put that engagement ring on Hanna’s finger. He loved her so much and she surely made him happy. Hanna was a sweetheart and a great friend. They both help out in the pub on special occasions.
“We did? I asked as I flicked through the paper to find the article.
“Yep, you’re on page four,” she replied.
“Where?” I didn’t see an article.
“There, the picture,” Hanna pointed.
I studied the photo of people standing outside my front door. The caption read “Local night spot Vevle’s Pub had a long waiting line Saturday as visiting celebrities were reported to be inside.”
“That’s it?” Hanna asked as she read over my shoulder. “No story?”
“I’ll take the free advertising either way,” I joked. “Oh, and here, this is for you.” I pulled two envelopes from my pocket and slid one to both Libby and Niall.
“What’s this?” Niall asked, peering inside the envelope. He counted it out. “This is four hundred pounds!”
“Well, we had an outstanding Saturday night and I wanted to share the profits with you. You both worked so hard and I wanted to see thank you.”
“Thanks!” they both said in union.
Sidney tried to grab Libby’s envelope.
“Hands off, mister!” she yelled, smacking his hand. “I busted my arse for this, you never!”
“Yeah, Sid! Keep your hands off that money!” I scolded him. “Libby needs that money! Maybe she’ll stay in the game for longer tonight.”
“Oh, I see!” Niall yelled. “You think you’re going to win this money back tonight, do you?” He grinned at me.
“Yep! We’re upping tonight’s bets from pennies to pounds.”
Libby was rummaging through one of the cabinets behind the bar when the phone rang. “Good evening, Vevle’s pub.”
I looked at her, “Put it down! We’re not open!”
“No, I’m sorry. We aren’t open tonight. We will be tomorrow at one o’clock. Sure, one moment,” she covered the mouth piece with her hand, “Sophie, phone call.”
“Who is it?” I whispered at her.
She shrugged, giving the handset to me. “Hello?”
“Sophie? It’s Tom. How are you?”
“Good thanks! And you?” Why is he calling me?
“I’m good. I was just wondering if you were open. Danny and I were looking for something to do and I thought about shooting pool,” Tom rambled.
“Well, I’m closed on Mondays,” I said regrettably. “I’m just hanging out with a few friends. On Mondays we do actually play pool. You’re welcome to join us. There’s only four friends here.”
“Do you mind if we come over?” He sounded hopeful. “We’d love to play; we need to get out of the hotel for a bit.”
“No, I don’t mind. By the way, we play for money.”
“You’ll have to sneak us in. We can come through the alley. We’ll be there in half an hour.”
“Who was that?” Libby asked as I got off the phone. I sat back down at the big table, next to where the boys were setting up the pool table. “Tom.”
“What? You mean like Tom Fletcher?” Libby just about jumped out of her seat.
I nodded, fighting a smile. “He and someone called Danny are going to be joining us.”
Hanna lurched onto the table, “Danny? Danny Jones? The one who plays Liam’s brother Ben in Seaside?”
“Who’s Liam?” I asked.
Both Libby and Hanna’s eyes widened further. “You don’t know who Liam is?” Hanna shrilled at me. “Liam is the character Tom Fletcher plays!” Her expression made me feel stupid, like I was missing a chunk of common knowledge. “I can’t believe they’re coming here!”
“Calm down, Hanna. It’s no big deal okay? They’re just regular people. I don’t want either of you gossiping about them coming here, either. It’s got to be out secret. PROMISE!” I shook my finger at them.
Libby’s eyes were bulging. She knew I was holding a back something. “All right, Sophie, spill! What the hell is going on? Tom Fletcher just showed up here randomly the other night and now he’s gonna come play tonight?”
“I met him the other day,” I reluctantly confessed. “The boy that came by Friday night had a message from Tom asking for my mobile number.”
“That makes sense now,” Niall said.
“He asked for your number?” Libby asked.
“Yes, he did. I didn’t give it to him though.”
Libby shook her head violently as if to shake my reply from her memory. “Tom Fletcher asked for your number and you declined?!”
I shrugged. “Tom is a celebrity for God sake! He’s only in town for a couple of weeks. What am I meant to do? Lie down for him ’cause he’s a celebrity?”
“I would,” Hanna and Libby said in unison. The look Niall and Sidney gave them made them re-think their comment. “We mean, if we were you, we would,” Libby said, Hanna nodded.
“Well you should know I’m not like that. You of all people.” Their judgement of me hurt. “Look, he’s such a nice person, and if he wants to be friends while he’s around then I’m fine with that. But I’m not going to have my heart broken again, by anyone. I’m certainly not going to even start thinking that he wants to persue a relationship with me!”
My own words stung. I stood up from the table and hurried to the bathroom. I didn’t want to carryon with this conversation.
Libby and Hanna followed me. The second Libby was through the door she pulled me into a hug. “I’m sorry,” she whispered in my ear. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“It’s all right. I upset myself,” I sighed. “Tom is really, really nice. He’s funny and kind and…he’s the kind of guy I could easily fall for. But I can’t, I wont let myself get caught up like that. He has girls standing in line for him.”
“Oh, Sophie,” Hanna said, rubbing my back. “He obviously likes you! Why else would he come round. Like you said, he’s got girls lining up for him, but he’s after you, not them. Don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re a beautiful woman, and you don’t know what the future holds.”
“I know why he’s coming round,” I muttered. “If he wants to be friends - fine, and if he wants to play pool - fine too. But please don’t make a big deal out of this, and don’t pressure him either.”
“Okay, we wont,” Libby said, letting me go. “Tom Fletcher, huh? Are you sure you don’t want to have him for just one night? You could tell us about it in the morning, maybe take some pictures?”
I snickered. “Absolutely not.”

Twenty minutes later I met Tom and Danny at the back door to the pub. They arrived in an ordinary blacked out Range Rover, and as soon as the car stopped, the two men leapt from the vehicle and darted into my open doorway. “Hey, you!” Tom greeted me with his crooked smile. “Sophie, this is Danny.”
“Hi, Danny, it’s nice to meet you,” I said politely as I held my hand out. I’d never seen him before in my life, but I’ve got to admit, he most certainly was a pleasant surprise. He’s was gorgeous! Although his hair was flicked up, I could see that he had little curls on top of his head, he was covered in freckles, and his sparkly blue eyes were enough to suck any woman in.
“It’s nice to meet you, Sophie.” His grin was huge, flashing a full set of straight, pearly white teeth. His accent was adorable too. “Tom tells me you have a nice place here.”
“Thank you,” I replied. “Please, come in, we’re out in the pool room.”
Tom and Danny followed me out of the kitchen. Danny gave Tom a teasing shove. I guess I passed the friend test.
Everyone introduced themselves and my friends were kind of contained in their emotions, they were rather star struck though. I poured a beer for Tom and Danny and danced my way to the corner table of the pool room where everyone was sat, except Niall and Sidney who were about to start playing the first round. “I love this song!” Niall grabbed my hands and started to dance with me around the pool table. When he finally let go, I took a seat next to the wall. Tom sat next to be; he nudged me with his elbow and smiled. “Who do you think will win this round, then?” I asked everyone. Danny and Hanna voted Sidney, while Tom agreed with me and Libby, going for Niall. We put our money in the centre of the table before Niall started the game. He was singing along to the song that was playing; he made me laugh, the way he bobbed his head to the beat.
I could see Libby and Hanna fidgeting in their seats Both of them kept gazing over at Tom and Danny, obviously dying to ask them questions. Hanna looked at me and mouthed, “One tiny one?”
I let out a deep sigh and rolled my eyes. “Tom looked at me, concerned. “What’s wrong?”
“The girls are dying to ask you questions, no doubt about your movie, but I wish that they would just leave you be,” I said with humour while trying to let them know I was a little annoyed.
“Can I ask you just one question about sea…?” Hanna started.
“I knew it! I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist,” Sidney laughed. “What is it about his movie that’s like a drug for women?”
“I’ve been trying to figure that one out myself,” Tom admitted. He looked at me and smiled before turning back to Hanna. “What’s your question?”
“I was wondering if the scene that’s in book two, where Liam finds Rosie bleeding in the cave, is going to be in the movie?”
“Yep, it’s a pretty important scene. We’ve already filmed it,” Tom answered.
Hanna and Libby looked like they were going to explode with excitement. Sidney was shaking his head; he thought the whole conversation was as crazy as I did. “Does she die?” he asked.
“Of course not! He,” Hanna pointed to Tom, “saves her.”
I glanced at Tom; he was sitting forward in his chair with his head bowed. He wasn’t comfortable with this conversation. I leaned over to him. Tom looked over at me and grinned widely, he leaned even closer to me, bumping his arm into mine.
“And what about…” Hanna started again.
“Please, Hanna,” I pleaded while Tom and I were still leaned close to each other. “Don’t bug him.”
Tom quickly brushed his finger under my chin, apparently pleased that I defended him. When he touched me, my skin felt like it was gonna burst into flames.
“Danny, I understand you’re married to Chelsea Bacall, is that right?” Hanna asked.
“Yep, we just had our sixth wedding anniversary,” Danny stated proudly.
“Is she in town with you?” Hanna continued.
“Not yet, but she’s flying in with our daughter, Cami. I found a house for us to rent.”
“I remember watching your wife on ‘Good Morning’. I loved that program! How old is your daughter?”
“She’s almost four - and quite a handful,” Danny said. “I miss them.”
“It must be hard having to be away from loved ones. It’s lovely she’s coming to see you.”
“Yeah, it’s very hard, but we make sure that the time and space that we’re apart doesn’t divide us,” Danny said as he looked at Tom and me.
With no one the wiser, Tom stretched his leg and rested his foot so it was touching mine. We were still pretty close together too. Why did he have to smell so good?
Niall and Sidney finished their game with Niall being the winner. I challenged Tom after that, and of course, I won. Libby and Hanna set up the table for their game. Danny wanted to play Niall in the winners games, they’d been teasing each other about who’s gonna win for ages.
“Last game then I think we need to take a break,” Sidney announced.
I kicked Tom back in the foot. He had kicked me too many times and I owed him one. As Tom took a sip of his beer, I stretched back in my chair and tapped him on the back of his calf, causing his leg to fly forward and the one folded on top of it to slap onto the floor. He choked on the liquid in his mouth and I patted him on the back a little harder than needed with an innocent smile. He peered at me through the corner of his eye and gave me a dirty look. His evil eye didn’t last too long before the grin appeared on his face.
He chewed on a drinking straw as we watched the girls try to play their game. Niall and Sidney kept shouting at them what shots to make. “There’s an easy shot round here, Libs,” Niall said.
“Alright! Let me do it on my own!” She stressed, going for a different shot and pocketing it. She gave Niall a smug look.
Libby ended up winning their game.
Tom squeezed my shoulder when he stood up to walk away from the table. His grip felt amazing on my achy muscles. It had been a long time since I let any man get close enough to touch me that way. I was starting to turn putty under his fingers.
“You played good, by the way!” he whispered his private compliment in my ear. “Shame I let you win, though. You wouldn’t have stood a chance otherwise.”
“You’re just saying that ‘cause I’m better than you,” I stuck my tongue out at him as I walked off behind the bar.
I heard him chuckle lightly as he followed me. “What’s that?” he asked as I started to pour a mixture of different liquids into a metal drinks mixer. “I don’t know what it’s called. I saw a bar tender making it a couple of weeks ago. Sometimes I go into other bars to see what they’re offering and that, just like others come into here.”
“Can I try it?”
“Course you can,” I smiled, taking the lid off and pouring a small glass for him.
He took as sip then his face scrunched up in disgust. I couldn’t help but smile as his dimple was on show. “Tastes lovely, but less alcohol,”
“I didn’t even put much in! You wuss.”
I took the glass from him and took a sip, my face scrunched up too. It was very strong! Tom laughed at me, “See!”
“Sophie, this place really is beautiful,” Danny said. “Do you think we might be able to bring some people from the set here one night? I think everyone could use a relaxing, fun night like this.” His eyes flashed over to Tom. Tom was nodding in agreement.
“I guess so.” I looked over at Hanna. “I suppose I can shut down one night for a private party.”
“We’ll cover your losses for a night if you’d be willing to do that for us,” Danny said.
“You’ll just have to let me know what night and we can arrange something.”
“Are we gonna get this next game going, or what?” Tom asked out loud while taking the tray of shot glasses I had just poured from the bar. I picked up the other tray of beers I had prepared.
We all gathered back at the table as Danny and Niall got started for their game. Tom and I had already pushed and kicked each other under the table a few times and we were both smiling from our secret as we sipped out drinks and spoke with my friends.
Niall broke the silence first. “You know what I could eat right now?” he asked out loud as he was lining up for his shot.
“Pussy?” Sidney answered.
Niall missed his shot because of his burst of laughter.
“Sidney!” Hanna gasped.
Tom was taking a sip from his glass; he just about spit his beer all over himself, breaking out in a laugh.
“What? He asked, I just answered. Sounds like a perfectly good thing to eat right now, right guys?”
“You’ve got to go home with him!” I pointed to Hanna while laughing.
“Although I have to agree with Sidney, I was actually thinking about those yummy steaks Sophie grilled for us a couple of weeks ago. They were amazing!” Niall ran his tongue over his lips as he made his shot and missed.
“Tom, do you like puss…steak?” Niall asked.
“Yeah,” Tom nodded and smiled shyly.
“You almost asked him if he liked…!” Sidney was laughing hysterically as he pointed at Niall. He was turning red as he coughed and tried to catch his breath.
Niall ignored Sidney’s outburst. “Well this girl here cooks amazing steaks,” he pointed a finger at me.
“They were the best steaks I’ve ever had,” Hanna agreed.
“It’s good that I get to use my university knowledge still. And it helps that I’ve got a great grill on my roof.”
Tom looked confused.
“The top of my building is a flat. I have a garden patio up there. You can see the view of the sea up there, too.”
“A steak does sound good right now,” Danny agreed.
“How many were you thinking of bringing here?” I asked Danny.
“Maybe ten or twelve?”
“Would you mind if my four friends here attend aswell?” I asked.
“Of course not! They’re welcome. Absolutely!” Danny grinned, pocketing a ball.
“Tell me what night, and I’ll do steaks for everyone. Then everyone will be relaxed, happy and well-fed.”
Tom slid his foot under my leg, I could see him smiling as I looked past him to Danny.
“We’ll check everyone’s schedules and get back to you. Is that alright?” Danny asked.
“Sure. Just give me enough notice. And I usually have entertainment booked for Fridays and Saturdays, but we can do a weeknight or a Sunday, whatever suites you.”

At the end of the night, Niall ended up being the overall winner and pocketed a lot of everyone’s money. When the games finished, we all crowded round the table with drinks and conversation. We sat for about an hour then Hanna started to yawn. “Are you ready? It’s getting late.” She grabbed Sidney’s arm and started to pull him up from his chair. “Ah, I’ve been sitting too long…my bum and hips are numb,” Sidney moaned. “Hanna, you’re going to have to get on top tonight!” He grinned.
Tom and I couldn’t stop laughing.
Everyone started shaking hands and having those brief “it was nice to meet you” conversations. Danny used his iPhone to call for their driver. I was sad to see the night come to an end; it seemed to flu by with Tom here.
I walked my friends to the door and locked up behind them.
Tom and Danny would leave by the back door. Danny left for the bathroom, leaving me alone with Tom. I started to clean up.
“I had a really great time tonight.” Tom smiled and set a few empty glasses on the bar. “Your friends are great.”
“Thanks!” I smiled back. “I’m sorry about the questions though.”
Tom shrugged, “Don’t worry about it.”
“I’m glad everyone had fun,” I said.
“I’ll call you when we find out what night we can do this gathering, okay? Um, so what number should I call?” Tom asked.
I stopped in my tracks and smiled to myself.
“What number would you like to call?” I asked, knowing where he was getting as, I just wanted to hear him say it.
“I’d like the number that I asked for, but I’m not sure I’m going to get it,” he said. He grinned at me as he took a new Vevle’s Pub napkin out of the holder and turned it over.
I took a deep breath and picked up the pen that sat next to the order book at the back of the bar. I questioned my actions as I wrote my mobile number down. Only my friends had this number.
I justified that he and I were becoming friends too.
Tom’s smile was huge. “Thanks!” He quickly snatched up the napkin and shoved it in his pocket.
I walked both of them to the backdoor and Danny thanked me for an excellent evening. He gave me an awkward hug before putting his leather jacket on. Their car pulled up in the alleyway and Danny patted Tom’s arm before heading out the door.
Tom looked down at me and smiled as he took a step closer. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me in to give me a nice hug.
Sensations rocketed through me when our bodies touched. His body pressed into mine when he hugged me tighter. I allowed myself a moment to appreciate his warmth, his scent, the feel of his back muscles on my hands, the enjoyment his hug gave me.
Tom’s hand gently cradled the back of my head, his fingers flipped into my hair. He kissed me softly on the forehead; his lips lingered for an extra couple of seconds before he released our embrace.
“I’ll see you soon,” he whispered softly, took a few steps back and slipped out the back door.

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Re: Unscripted Love [16/18+][Ch.13 Pg.2]

Post by HannaWestwood on Wed Jun 06, 2012 8:59 am

Both Libby and Hanna’s eyes widened further. “You don’t know who Liam is?” Hanna shrilled at me. “Liam is the character Tom Fletcher plays!” Her expression made me feel stupid, like I was missing a chunk of common knowledge. “I can’t believe they’re coming here!”

This is exactly what I live at least once every month with some of my friends. I always feel like I'm not living on this planet! ^o^


Lie down for him ’cause he’s a celebrity?”
“I would,” Hanna and Libby said in unison.

Hahahaha! Naught naughty! Laughing Sidney and Niall's reactions after that are priceless!


Omg Hanna is so annoying with her questions lol ... Wait, Hanna and Sidney? Is is supposed to be me?! if it is: Wow! Didn't expect to be in this fic! O_O

“Hanna, you’re going to have to get on top tonight!” He grinned.
Huhuhu Embarassed

I loved it! Thanks for this cooool chapter! Their meeting was great so I hope the next private night won't ruin this (because there might be stars amoung the guests who won't like Sophie because they'll be jealous! =/)

Thanks again for this cool update! xXx

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Post by ChloeRussellx on Sat Jun 09, 2012 5:27 am

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“So did anything happen when we left last night? Like did he try to kiss you or anything?” Libby asked in my ear.
“Nope.” I shook my head annoyed that she even asked. “You promised!” I reminded her.
“Yeah, I know. I’m not pushing! I just wanted to know whether that’s the reason you’re smiling to yourself.”
I opened a new case of bottled beer. “No. He didn’t kiss me…on my lips anyway.” I trailed the last part of my sentence hoping she wouldn’t hear it.
“Come on! I’m dying to know here!” she whined.
“He gave me a hug and kissed my forehead, okay? No big deal.” I shrugged and continued to put more bottles into a fridge. Before Libby could say anything else I continued. “Remember what we said about them being here? You can’t say a word!” I said to her privately. “I mean it, Libs, not one word!”
“God, Margit! I won’t!” Libby said before turning on the TV just in time to watch the Celebrity News on MTV. I scowled at her for using my first name then my attention was diverted to the screen. “We got Tom Fletcher arriving at LAX this afternoon…” some lady said. Tom was filmed as he hurried through the airport. I was thankful that he had several security guards around him; the photographers and fans hassling him for his photo and autographs was ridiculous.
“LAX? Isn’t that in L.A? What’s he doing in America?” Libby asked out loud. She seemed just as surprised as I was.
“Shh, I want to hear this,” I whispered.
Tom’s face went between a blank stare and moments of annoyance as the cameramen chased him and asked stupid questions. To me, he looked tired. He was filmed jumping into an awaiting car.
He never mentioned he had a plane ride today. Then again, why would he?
It was soon after the lady started talking about something else, that my phone buzzed in my pocket.
Someone had sent me a beautiful picture of red and white roses. I immediately smiled. The message under the photo read: “Greetings from L.A”
With a smile on my face I text him back, “Who is this?”
I didn’t want him to know where he was, even though I had just found out.
I read his reply. “A serial rapist, I want your body.”
I laughed out loud. “Funny! Why are you in L.A?”
“Interview and meeting with my manager, be back on Thursday.”
“Are you having fun?” I sent back.
“Not really,” he replied a few moments later. A second later I received another, “Can I call you later tonight?”
“Sorry to hear that, and sure!” I typed quickly, grinning from ear to ear.

It was almost three in the morning when I crawled into bed. Since Tom and his friends had been in the pub, my customer count had risen; most of them being female of course.
One girl was even wearing a t-shirt with Tom’s face on it tonight.
I wondered what Tom thought about that. I guessed things like that probably made him feel very uncomfortable.
I started to yawn; my eyelids were very heavy. I snuggled into my pillow and felt myself drifting off when I startled to my phone rattling on my bedside table.
Unknown Number
“Hello?” I whispered. My voice definitely sounded groggy when I spoke.
“Hi. Sorry to call so late, were you asleep?” Tom whispered.
“Almost. How are you?” Another big yawn slipped out of my mouth.
“I’m tired too. It’s been a long day. I think it’s the time change that’s got me the most,” he said glumly.
“What time is it there?”
“Nearly quarter past seven, but I’m a day behind you so I’ve basically gone back in time,” he breathed out a sigh.
“Thank you for the flowers!” I whispered. “That was cute. You definitely took me by surprise.”
He laughed quietly. “Good,” he uttered.
“So what are you doing?”
“I’m in my hotel room. I just got back.” By the way his phone crackled, it sounded like he was getting settled in. He sounded troubled when he spoke. His voice was way off.
“Tom, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”
He sighed. “How can you tell something’s wrong?” he said surprised that I could read him like that.
“I can hear it in your voice.”
“I’ll be alright. Sometimes my life gets ridiculous. Today was one of those days.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” I offered.
“I don’t know if talking about it will make any difference,” he muttered.
“Hmm. Why don’t you crawl under your duvet and tell me about it.” For a moment I wished I could climb through the phone to comfort him.
He chuckled lightly. “Can you hold on a minute? I need to set my phone down quickly.”
“Yeah.”
I could hear him shifting around. I imagined him getting undressed…
I wonder what he looks like naked?
He let out a big sigh, disrupting me from my thought.
“Are you better?” I asked.
“Much,” He replied, but I didn’t believe him.
I took a deep breath and exhaled roughly. “You don’t sound very convincing.”
He laughed softly. I could just tell by his lack of words that he was upset.
“Are you under your duvet yet?” I whispered seductively, hoping that might cheer him up.
“Yes,” he snickered.
“Close your eyes…and relax. Just listen to my voice. Take a deep breath…let it out…just breathe.” I wanted so desperately to take his worries away. I knew I couldn’t do that though, but I wanted to at least try and ease his mind for a bit. “You’re lying on a soft blanket on a white sand beach, somewhere exotic. The sky is cloudless and a deep blue…” I paused to let him soak in the imagery.
“The sun feels lovely and warm on your face…you can hear the sound of the ocean as the waves slowly roll in. You can feel the gentle breeze brush over your naked torso, your face, your arms and legs. Feel the stress leave your body…through your fingers…through your toes.”
A soft “mmm” slipped from his throat. “This is nice.”
“Hmm, what’s nice?” I breathed out.
“This…feeling at ease…you.”
“Hmm,” I softly sighed into the phone, happy to know my words helped him relax.
“I wish I was there with you,” he whispered.
“I wish you were here too,” I whispered softly.
After the words came out of my mouth, there was no taking them back but it didn’t matter. I didn’t want to take them back.
Part of me hoped he really meant what he said.

Tom called me numerous times during the week just to say hello and ask me how my day was going. He had talked to Danny and the plan was that the private gathering would be held next Sunday. The entire cast had been invited, but not everyone was expected to attend. The last head count was eight.
During one of our conversations, Tom told me about the lead actress that he has to work with on these movies and how she sometimes behaved like a spoilt brat. He and other cast members called her PITA which to them stands for ‘Pain In The Arse’ but to her, they could be talking about a delicious form of bread. But to the general public, she was better known as Jessica Stokes.
Even though they were friends, sometimes she annoyed the hell out of him, and it ticked him off that all the gossip magazines were spreading lies about them being romantically involved. She had tagged along with him the night he came into my pub, I knew it was her that I saw, but then again, most of them do look the same.
Throughout our conversation, we laughed and teased. He was so easy to talk to. But he always seemed hesitant to talk about what was truly bothering him. I could sense there were underlying issues but he never went into detail and I didn’t want to push him. I could hear it in his voice that there were things that he wasn’t sharing.
It was early Thursday evening when Libby flicked through the channels on the pub TV. Tom had given a brief interview with one of the evening news programs and it was being shown today.
It was strange watching him on TV. Even though the voice was the same, the celebrity image on the screen was and wasn’t the same man I was trying so desperately not to fall for. Some things were the same; he was charming and shy and slightly uncomfortable with all the attention. I noticed he rubbed his forehead every time they asked him a question he was uncomfortable with. Still, he was polite and very adorable.
And then my heart lodged in my throat when saw the additional footage of him after the interview, being swept through a screaming crowd by bulky security guards. At one point I wasn’t even sure if he was being carried or walking on his own.
The fans were reaching for him - holding cameras over their heads for the random chance of catching a shot of him.
The security team basically threw him into the waiting car; his fans were screaming and blocking his car in the road. Mobs of paparazzi were everywhere. I gripped the edge of the bar as my knees started to buckle.
I felt like I wanted to protect him from the chaos and the heavy handed security guards, but I couldn’t.
An hour later my phone buzzed in my pocket.
Tom was texting me.
“I’m back.”
I quickly sent him a reply, desperate to know how he was after what I‘d watched.
“Yeah, why the worry?”
“Nothing, glad to hear you’re back safe” I couldn’t tell him why I was worried.
“We’re shooting night scenes, its gonna be a late one” he wrote followed by a sad face.
“Don’t work too hard, have fun”
“I’ll try to call you soon”
“Okay.”
I was relieved to know he was back in town, away from all the craziness, although it appeared that some of that craziness followed him no matter where he went.
We were very busy for a weeknight. It seemed that his huge female fan base that invaded my pub had attracted a new selection of male customers.
“It’s like mating season! The rabbits have all come out to play,” I yelled over to Libby.
“I know! It’s stupid!”
“I don’t know whether to be annoyed or thankful,” I laughed back to her.
“I’m extremely thankful!” she bobbed her head back and forth to the music and stuffed more money into our tip jar. “Go little bunny, go find a friend!” she teased me.
I wasn’t opposed to finding someone and having love be a part of my life again, but every guy I came across was oddly the same. None of them were the right guy. But I’m too scared to do anything with the right guy.

“Hey, Soph! How you doing tonight?” Niall asked, drumming his hands on the bar.
I was so lost in my own thoughts while scrubbing the top of the bar that his drumming startled me. My eyes focused on his beaming face. “I’m doing all right,” I answered, forcing myself to smile.
“We should have a good Friday night crowd tonight,” he said enthusiastically. I smiled wiser when he raised his eyebrows to me. “The band just pulled up. I’m going to see if they need any help unloading,” he informed.
Customers were filtering in while tonight’s band set up their equipment. My head was slowly getting back into reality as my earlier distractions became replaced with drink orders.
As the evening progressed, the crowd grew thicker and the music became louder, and I found myself flowing and dancing behind the bar again. Hanna had agreed to work a few weekends, so I had her covering tables.
There were two men sitting at the bar that Libby thought I should be interested in. She kept nudging me in their direction. “What’s wrong with you?” Libby said as she put her arm around my shoulders. “That one in the blue polo is nice! Go flirt with him!”
I half-heartedly smiled and made a choking sound.
“Don’t give me that shit, Margit!” she snapped. “You need to be brace and get back on the market!” her hand cracked me on the bum.
Mr Blue Polo Shirt had just waved his empty glass at me when my phone vibrated in my pocket. My heart flipped with excitement in my chest.
“Hello?” I answered, very much knowing whose voice I was going to hear. I had to cover my ear to hear him.
“Hi. You okay?” Tom asked.
“Yeah, I’m great! How are you?” I was genuinely happy to hear him from. Tom was momentarily distracted by a side conversation. I heard him and another man exchanging words.
“Hey man, how’s it going?”
Why does that voice sound familiar to me?
“It’s going great,” Tom replied with a light chuckle.
“Good to see ya. Nah, just go in,” the male voice stated.
“Thanks! Hey I’ll see you later,” Tom said.
“I’m thirsty,” Tom informed, answering my original question. “I’d like a beer please.”
I looked up to see that he had just walked into the bar. He had a big, sexy grin on his face as he slipped his phone into his jacket pocket.
Tom was the center man in a pack of four other guys. I recognised Danny right away. One of the other men looked familiar - like I’d seen him in a movie or something before but I didn’t know who he was. The other two had to be private security - they looked like they could hurt someone.
“Hey!” Tom greeted me with that smile that made my knees weaken.
“Hi!” My tone was unintentionally a mixture of surprise and annoyance. I was very glad to see him but new I’d have to deal with the crowd control and his psychotic fans invading my pub. I looked behind him and sure enough half a dozen giggling girls followed through the door.
Danny moved into the space next to Tom. Obviously it was boys’ night out.
“Sophie, this is Harry Judd,” Tom said as he waved his hand in Harry’s direction. Harry was tall and muscular, with his brown hair perfectly in place. He looked like he should be a model instead of an actor. He even had a dazzling smile to complete his image.
“What would you gentlemen like to drink?” I tried to be cordial as more overly excited women came in. The second they saw Tom and his friends, they started screeching.
Oh my god, fuck off!
While the guys looked over my beer menu, more of the idiots descended. Tom was like a huge girl magnet, even though Danny and Harry were equally as handsome. In no time at all, the brave ones in the crowd tried to cozy up to the actors.
I poured them a beer each and with every second that I had to watch all the overly-forward girls flirting I became more and more irritated. I placed the last beer on the bar when Tom asked when he owed me.
I waved my hand. “Nothing, it’s on me,” I smiled.
My smile quickly faded after seeing even more giggling women rush through my door. I wanted to throw myself forward and plant a huge kiss on Tom’s perfectly shaped and coloured lips just to spite them, but I held in that temptation. Instead I rushed from behind the bar; I was on a mission to stop the invasion. “Niall, no more people get in,” I barked at him without meaning to.
“Okay,” he replied a bit defensively. “Sorry - are there too many in there now?”
“No, but we’re at top capacity of stupid fans,” I snapped as I eyed the girls who were waiting to pay the cover charge. “People need to get a fucking life,” I mumbled to myself and stomped my way back to the bar.
Tom and his friends were still standing by the bar but now women surrounded them on all sides.
Tramp! Slut! I shouted in my head as I stormed past them.
Tom’s gaze followed me but I didn’t look at him. I stepped back behind the bar and for a moment entertained the idea of purposely breaking one of the beer pump hoses and squirting them out of the door. I nudged Libby in Tom’s direction.
Fortunately my pub was packed and I was hustling making one drink after another. I made a conscious effort not to look for him or in his direction, even though it was hard. Occasionally I’d allow myself a quick peek, but I never let my eyes linger.
“Are you made that he’s here?” Libby whispered in my ear.
I shook my head while I prepared two vodka and cranberry juices.
“You look mad,” she laughed at me. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m allergic to whores,” I mumbled under my breath.
“Oh, I see. Jealous, not mad,” she corrected with a smug smile.
I huffed out loud. “How am I supposed to compete with all of that?” I nodded at the crowd of women. “Ahh, it doesn’t matter.”
“You’re fucked up!” Libby snapped back at me while she was mixing a drink. “If you haven’t realised it yet, he’s in your bar. He’s being nice to them, but he is far from flirting with any of them. He’s too busy watching you to notice them. Danny and Harry have clipped him round the head, flicked him with beer, all sorts to get his attention during a conversation because he’s been so mesmerized by your whereabouts!”
I cringed when she nudged me to speak privately.
“And another thing, if you’re going to be jealous, then that means you like him more than you’re willing to admit. This shit is part of his life,” she noted and waved her hands towards the wall of girls. “It comes with him so you need to decide whether you can deal with that or not.”
She stood right in front of me and grabbed my wrist.
“Sophie, you are so attractive and lovable. Everyone sees it. He sees it. But you are the only one who doesn’t. you’ve let dickheads like Charlie strip away your self-esteem. And it’s pretty apparent that Tom likes you, because he’s not paying any attention to the hundreds of girls trying to get him naked and flirting with him.”
I looked away from her to notice he was watching me. Just then Mr Blue Polo Top waved his money in the air.
“I’ve got to see to someone,” I wiggled free from her grip.
“Do you need another one?” I asked.
“Hi, my name’s Callum, what’s yours?” Mr Blue Polo Top asked.
“Sophie,” I said with a forced smile.
“So Sophie, do you work here every weekend?”
“Um, yes.” Here we go again.
“Do you know what the band’s name is that’s playing here tonight?” he asked.
“They call themselves ‘Anything In Mind’ do you like them?” I felt bad for thinking that about him, he’s just trying to be friendly I guess.
“Yeah, they’re really good! That guy looks a bit like Gareth Bale!”
His comment made me laugh. We all teased the front man, Will, because he looked like Gareth Bale.
“You see it too, don’t you?” He joked with me, laughing, “It’s his face!”
I nodded in agreement. My mind flashed back to Will putting Niall in a head-lock for that comment.
“I cant say that I disagree with you. Yes he does look like him,” I laughed. “But whatever you do, don’t make that comment to him! He’s a Manchester United fan.”
I was wiping the tear of laughter away from my eye when I noticed Tom sit down three bar stools away from my new admirer. Standing behind him was one of his bodyguards.
“So Sophie, I was wondering if you’d like to go out with me sometime. Go have some fun. What do you think?” Mr Blue Polo Top blurted out.
Something about the nervous look on his face was funny to me. A small chuckle accidentally escaped my throat. The poor guy looked petrified but yet he found a moment of bravery, and here I was being rude.
I quickly flashed my eyes over to Tom. Tom’s body stiffened in his seat and I noticed his grip got tighter on his glass. It looked like he was holding his breath.
“I’m very flattered, Callum. I’m going to have to say no though. I’m sorry, you are a gorgeous lad though. If I didn’t own this bar and it was wrong to go out with customers, then I would.” I lied. He was noticeably good looking, but I still wouldn’t go out with him. I watched Tom’s reaction out the corner of my eye.
Tom let out a big sigh as his lips twitched into a smirk. It wasn’t his usual cocky smirk, just a relieved one. I think he actually wanted to smile but fought the emotion. I didn’t let the smile come out on my face.
“I figured you had a boyfriend anyway because you’re too beautiful to not have one, but it couldn’t hurt to ask,” Callum shrugged.
Tom finished his beer and slid his empty glass forward on the bar. “Excuse me, miss, can I get another beer please?” he said with a confident smile.
I grabbed his empty glass and poured him a fresh beer.
I set the glass down and he winked at me as he slipped a ten pound note onto the bar.
I left it sitting there when he motioned with his finger for me to come closer. I hesitated before leaning over the bar slightly. “Would you have really gone out with him?” He asked, trying to sound casual.
I shook my head with a chuckle, “No, I wouldn’t have.”
I walked away, with no intention on carrying on that conversation or taking his money, but I did have a slight smirk on my face knowing he was actually concerned about Callum and I.
I was wondering where Libby disappeared to when I noticed that she was over by the stage talking to Will.
I watched as Tom and his bodyguard walked back to the table to join his friends; a flock of women trailed behind him. I had to hide my anger.
When the band finished their song, Will started talking in the microphone. “Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a very talented lady here with us tonight, and if you give her some encouragement, maybe we can convince her to come up here and play for you.”
I looked up and scanned the crowd for the person he was talking about. I started clapping along with everyone else.
“Sophie,” Will called out as he looked at me. “Why don’t you come here and play for this lovely crowd?”
My clapping hands stopped. It felt like my hands were glued together.
“No!” I was shaking my head so hard I was making myself dizzy.
Libby grabbed my arm and forcefully pulled me out from behind the bar. “Go show ‘em how special you are,” she whispered in my ear and then gave me a shove towards the stage.
My heart was beating so hard in my chest it felt like it was going to jump out and I was going to fall on the floor, passed out. “Remind me to fire you after this,” I said to her.
The crowd clapped louder as I made my way to my piano. I was so embarrassed.
“What am I supposed to play?” I asked Will.
“Whatever you want,” he answered. “We’ll try to follow you.”
I took a deep breath and adjusted my piano stool. It had been ages since I played in front of people.
I ran through the songs that I knew off by heart in my head. My eyes glanced across the crowded pub and I saw Tom standing and watching me. As I thought of him, one particular song came to mind.
“This is one of my favourites and I hope you like it. It’s called You’ve Got A Friend.”
My fingers hesitated over the piano keys and I took a deep breath, and started to play.
The music flowed and I couldn’t help but sing along with the notes. I felt the strength and courage ignite in me as my fingers danced over the keys.
As I played, I felt that every word, every chord was meant for Tom. I hoped that when he closed his eyes he did think of me, and if he needed me all he had to do was call out my name. There was no explanation for my feelings - I was drawn to him like a moth to a light.
For a brief moment, our eyes met from across the room. Tom was the only one I wanted to look at, I felt a connection as soon as our eyes met. He had the most dazzling smile on his face as he stood to watch me play. I pushed the keys with extra force, wishing he could realise that this song was for him.
To my amazement, I received a standing ovation when I finished. I felt the heat rise to my cheeks as the embarrassment washed over me. I briefly covered my face with my hands. I looked over at Tom again; he was still standing and clapping frantically. His cheers were definitely the loudest.
“Miss Sophie Vevle everyone!” Will yelled into the microphone. I took a brief bow and quickly stepped off the stage.
It was hard to walk back to the bar through the thick crowd touching me and patting me on the back and getting compliments of people.
I walked right past Tom, even though he was smiling from ear to ear. I tried to return the smile but I was too flustered to even look at him. He reached for me but I didn’t stop. I was almost running when I ducked into the stairway leading to my flat. I just needed a moment to calm down and get myself together.
I only made it up four steps before crashing down to put my head in my hands. My heart was about to burst out of my chest and it was hard to breathe.
I wondered if this is what Tom felt like when he ran into here after the mob of women chased him.
My eyes shot up when I heard my stairway door open. Tom slipped around the corner and shut the door quickly behind him. He was smiling and laughing lightly to himself as he stood there staring at me.
“Is this what it’s like for you?” I asked, covering my heart with my hand to slow the violent beating.
“Well that depends,” he said. “Are you referring to the extreme embarrassment or the panic attacks?”
I just nodded and gasped in a few deep breaths.
“Either way…yeah!” he nodded. “Hey, come here.” Tom reached out to me, taking my hands in his. He pulled me into a nice hug, wrapping his strong arms gently around my shoulders.
“You were absolutely amazing up there,” he whispered, reassuring me. “Absolutely breathtaking. You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”
His hand held my hand to his chest and he softly kissed my hair; it felt confusingly natural to be held by him. I clasped my hands together around his waist and pressed my face deeper into his chest. The soft scent of his skin was making me crave him even more.
I closed my eyes and felt my heart rate slowly coming down while he ran his hand over my back to soothe me.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. Just breath with me,” he said, softly.

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Post by HannaWestwood on Sat Jun 09, 2012 4:58 pm

Awwww ♥️

I'm glad Sophie had an opportunity to show her talent!!! Very Happy

What a chapter! Pfiou!
Can't wait to see Harry again... Maybe Libby will be involved, uh? Razz

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Post by ChloeRussellx on Sun Jun 10, 2012 7:52 pm

♥ C H A P T E R | S E V E N ♥
“I have Sunday and Monday off, and I’d really like to see you. That’s if you don’t already have plans with one of your many admirers,” Tom teased. I noticed the tone of sarcasm in his voice.
I smirked at him. Apparently I wasn’t the only one slightly jealous. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Me?” he sounded shocked.
“Yeah, you! Like you can talk!”
He frowned at me.
“Well anyway…” he leaned against the wall, pulling me with him. “I was wondering if we can go and do something together.”
I sat back down on the steps. As much as I wanted to protect myself from this gorgeous man, I no longer had the will to do so. “What did you have in mind?”
“Anything. I just need to get away.” He lightly leaned his head back onto the wall.
“I don’t have any plans,” I admitted.
“Monday night is pool, but you already know that.”
“Yeah, I’d like an opportunity to win some of my money back.”
A few moments of silence passed. I just stared at the scuff on my shoe, trying to calm myself. Tom appeared deep in thought.
“The last time I was in this stairway, I was in a lot worse shape than you were a few minutes ago.”
He made me laugh, “Perfect place for panic attacks.”
“I was actually that it’s more of a peaceful place. Insanity out there…” he pointed to the door. “Peace in here.”
“Are you ready for more insanity yet?” he reached out his hand and pulled me up again. “You can’t hide in here forever.”
“I like peace better.” a big sigh escaped my mouth. “I’m glad you came tonight.”
“Me too,” he said gently, looking me in my eyes. His fingers stroked my cheek. “Just think, I could have missed your professional performance and your amateur panic attack all in one work!”
“Don’t be an arse!” I attempted to poke him in the rib with my finger but he caught my hand in his. The touch of his hand on mine made my heart skip a beat.
“Come on, sweetheart,” he motioned with his head, leading me to the door. “Insanity needs you.”
I slipped out the door first. Tom stayed behind for a few minutes so we wouldn’t cause too much fuss appearing together.
One of his security team was guarding right outside the stairway door, doing a good job at it too.
I resumed my spot behind the bar and was greeted by Libby and Hanna, who were grinning from ear to ear at me.
“So am I fired or am I getting a rise?” Libby joked.
“You were amazing up there!” Hanna gushed, giving me a quick hug.
I rolled my eyes, smiling at them both, and went back to business.
It was almost one thirty in the morning when my phone vibrated in my pocket; Tom was texting me from the booth he was sat in.
“Too many eyes watching, I’ll call you tomorrow”
“Okay, are you filming?” he was watching me type back to him.
“Yeah all day and night. Maybe til 1am” he typed with a frown on his face.
“Call whenever you can”
“Think about where to go Sunday please?”
“I will”
“Promise?” he was staring at me now.
I looked over at him, smiled and crossed my heart.
Tom shoved his phone back into his coat.
As soon as they stepped out of the pub, I could hear women screaming and see the flash of cameras flickering in the street.
I spent a good amount of Saturday morning trying to come up with ideas of where to go on Sunday. It wasn’t like I could take him anywhere in public without causing a scene.
I remembered the words that Tom muttered under his breath the first time we met “the things we take for granted”
Now I understood what he meant. It was so hard thinking of somewhere to go.
I needed some place that was private, closed off, quiet and fun.
Then it hit. I knew the perfect place.
“Hi Uncle Steve, it’s Sophie. How are you?” He isn’t really my uncle, just a very close friend of my Grandad’s; close enough to be classed as family. “Is there anyone using Grandad’s holiday shack this weekend? I have a friend visiting me from out of town and thought I’d be nice to go for a day trip.”
When I got off the phone, I grinned at my brilliance as I wrote out a list of what we’ll need to take with us.
Two hours later, I had all the items on my list and the boot of my car filled with essentials.
I was trying to get into the far end of the spare bedroom when Tom rang. “Hey, how are you?” I asked, groaning as I pushed a few heavy boxes out of my way.
“What are you doing?” he laughed at the grunting noises I was making.
“Trying to get my cooler. It’s buried in a box somewhere.”
“What do you need that for?”
“I need it for tomorrow. Shit…” I yelled as the phone slipped. “Hello?” I asked in a hurry, retrieving it from the floor. I hoped it didn’t hang up on him and I was relieved when I heard him laughing. “Sorry, I dropped it. Okay, you can stop laughing now!”
“So where are you going tomorrow?” he asked, hinting on the word ‘you’ that he wanted me to correct him.
“Oh, that’s a secret. You’ll see when we get there,” I teased.
“Secret? You’re not even gonna give me a clue?”
“Nope, it’s a surprise. I’m sure you’ll like it though. You’ll have to trust me.”
“Uh oh. Now I’m worried,” he chuckled.
“Worried? We’re going somewhere private. But we’ll have to drive a few hours to get there.”
“Now I’m intrigued!” The excitement in his voice made me smile.
“Make sure you bring plenty of warm, comfy clothes because we’ll be outside most of the time. Pack some extras too.” Just in case we fall into the lake.
“Now I’m really intrigued!”
“You’ll have to tell me when, where and how to pick you up tomorrow.”
“I was thinking that too,” he sighed. “Maybe you can pick me up on the set, but I’d have to try and hide so I can get off unnoticed.”
“Hide? How?”
“Just bring a blanket. Fuck, I hate this,” he huffed.
“Tom, it’s alright. We’ll do whatever we have to do.”
He explained how to get in the catering entrance and he was going to leave my name at the entrance.
He was concerned that the paparazzi were going to follow us, so I thought of another plan and had one more phone call to make.
“Hanna, I need a favour…”

Early Sunday morning, I pulled up to the security gate; it was a few minutes before nine.
The entire place was surrounded by extremely high fences. The guard that greeted me had a gun strappy onto his belt.
“Hi, I’m Sophie Vevle. I have a delivery.” The guard looked at his list of names. I showed him my driving license for proof of identity and he smiled. “Go on through.”
The barrier lifted up and I drove through, into the chaos of people going backwards and forward between trailers.
I noticed Tom hanging out by one of the tents where some of the cast were having their make-up touched up. I got out of the van and walked over to him. “Morning Mr Fletcher,” a few people walked past us as I greeted him with the tip of my hat.
“Morning,” he said, confused.
I lifted my hat so he could see my face a bit. His face lit up, “You ready to go?” I mouthed to him.
He grabbed his bag and followed me towards the van. I pressed the button on the key to unlock the van and the lights flashed.
“Nice van, Miss Vevle,” He muttered to me.
“Bond, Sophie Bond,” I muttered back to him.
Tom jumped into the back of the van and I shut the door quickly behind him. The guards moved the barrier up and I drove right past the waiting paparazzi. Tom laughed hysterically as we drove down the road.
“Where the hell did you get a catering van?” he asked, climbing into the passenger seat.
“It’s Hanna’s.” I removed the H&S’s Catering cap off my head and shook out my hair. “She owns a catering business. Don’t touch the cakes and donuts back there, she’ll shoot you!”
“Miss Bond, you are truly amazing!”
I drove back to Hanna and Sidney’s home. Hanna and I exchanged car keys and Tom thanks them both.
“Have fun!” Sidney tapped him on the arm. “Go enjoy yourself! Be safe!” Sidney winked.
I opened my mouth, horrified at what he was getting at.
Tom chuckled as we got into my car.
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going or is it still a secret?” Tom nudged me with his elbow as I drove it out onto the main road.
I looked over at him and smiled. He was reading the road signs trying to work it out.
“Nope, not telling.”
He looked at me and just kept shaking his head. He was absolutely dying to know where we were going.
“And how long is it going to take to get there?”
I glanced at the time, “Roughly another two hours at the most.”
Tom spend a good proportion of the trip chewing on his fingers. He also spent it looking at all the road signs trying to work out where I was taking him.
Eventually he closed his eyes, “Wake me up when we get there.”
“You’re not sleeping!” I poked him in his side. He jumped and flinched away from me, laughing. “You have to stay awake!”
We were fifteen minutes away from Grandad’s holiday shack when I pulled into a petrol station with a coffee and snack shop inside. I parked right in the corner so that Tom was as invisible as possible.
“I’m gonna get a coffee, you want anything?”
“Yeah please, the biggest coffee they’ve got!” he answered, reaching into his pocket for money. I ignored the money in his hand. “Do you want anything in it?” I asked.
I already had one leg out of the car.
“Milk and three sugars please. Here, take this,” he insisted, handing me a twenty pound note.
“Nah, I’ll pay.”
“Would you at least let me buy you a poxy cup of coffee?” he pleaded. I could tell he was a little upset.
“Fine,” I made a face at him. I didn’t want to argue. I took the money.
When I was paying for the coffees I noticed that his picture was on the front of one of the magazines. I grabbed it and flicked through it to quickly read what it had to say this time.
There was a picture of him and two actresses leaving my pub. I read the article that came with it:
Jessica is growing closer to Tom. The two have been spending a lot of alone time off the set, although they both deny that they are secretly involved. They were spotted keeping each other company as they were caught leaving a local pub after a late night of partying in Clacton-on-Sea. An eyewitness says “Tom and Jessica were very close all night.”
I put the magazine back on the shelf with frustration. I knew the truth and he didn’t pay attention to Jessica at all that night - he was too busy watching me. I smiled widely; he was sitting in my car waiting for me too.
“I got two sausage, egg and cheese muffins,” I said, handing his change and the bag over to him.
“Brilliant! I’m starving.”
“I thought you might be. You need to share!” He was already wrapping the second muffin as he was eating the first.
“Here, take a bite,” he smirked, even though he took another huge bite of it before holding it to my mouth.
I made the final length of our trip. The last few miles of the trip was surrounded by trees and shrubs, the air was scented with the natural smell of the woods. The leaves were just starting to turn to browns, oranges, reds and yellows.
I turned into the drive to my Grandad’s holiday shack and stopped the unlock the metal gate that blocked cars from driving further onto the private property.
Tom pulled his sunglasses off and his eyes were wide with wonder. “Do you like it? This is my Grandad’s holiday shack.”
“This isn’t a shack! It’s huge!” He said pointing to the house. He smiled in amazement.
“It’s not that big. It only had two bedrooms.” I parked the car in the stone-covered parking area right next to the stairs that led to the deck around the house.
Tom helped me carry the cooler up the steps to the front door. I gave him a quick tour of the house while I turned the power on.
“This is brilliant!” he said with a grin on his face. I watched him wander around, touching and looking at everything.
“After we get the car unpacked, I thought we could take the boat out onto the lake?” I waved the tub of maggots.
“We’re going fishing?” he asked, completely astonished.
“Yep. That’s why I brought you here. I thought it’d be nice.”
We walked down the stone-covered drive to the car garage where the boat was. “Wow!” Tom said as he pushed the garage door up.
“It belongs to my Uncle Steve. It was my dad’s and his, but obviously it can’t be my dad’s anymore.”
We both jumped into the boat once we got it to the water. “Hold on tight!” He patted and squeezed my thigh before pulling the throttle that made the engine roar to life.
I rested my chin on his shoulder while the light breeze blew his hair onto my cheek. I nestled my cold nose near his warm neck to get another smell of his delicious scent. I wished we had further to drive so I could enjoy holding him like this longer.
The midday sun was bright above us. We worked together to push the row boat that we would use to go further, into the lake.
“How did you come up with the idea of fishing?” he asked, casting his fishing line into the water.
“From you.”
“Me? When did I ever tell you I like fishing?”
“The first day I met you. You showed me the scar where your sister got you in the arm with a hook.”
He looked over at me and smiled. “You have a good memory. I forgot about that. But I can see why you thought of this place, it’s beautiful out here.”
Tom stared at me for a moment, chewing on his lip. “Can I ask what happened?” he asked hesitantly. “To your dad.”
I thought about it for a moment, deciding on how much to tell him and how to say it. “The doctors told me it was a heart attack. We weren’t busy at the pub for some reason so dad told me to take the night off - he said he’d lock up. When I came home I found him on the floor.”
“I’m so sorry.” Tom looked at me apologetically.
“Thanks,” I replied. “It was really hard at first but I’ve been dealing with it.”
“And…your mum?” he looked as if he shouldn’t have asked.
“My mum was hit by a car.”
Tom stepped over to where I sat in the boat and gently rubbed my back. “I’m sorry. I can’t imagine how that must feel for you.”
“You don’t really know how much you miss something until it’s gone,” I said, looking in his eyes.
Tom let his arm rest behind me.
“I think I got a fish!” I started to feel my fishing pole pull.
Tom helped me pull the pole. “Nice!” he said enthusiastically, unhooking the poor wriggling fish‘s mouth from my hook. “It’s got to be about nine inches! Good job!”
He made a fish face at the poor thing before releasing it back into the lake. “See ya Mr. Fish!”
“So tell me more about you,” Tom started.
“What do you want to know?”
“Everything!”
As we fished he asked me a range of questions, and I found myself telling him my life’s story. He didn’t hesitate to tell me anything I wanted to know either.
“So where did you used to live in Norway? Not that I know anything about the places in Norway,” he smiled.
“On an island called Osteroy, but I moved to somewhere called Voss because I started school there, but when Grandad got ill, I moved to England.”
“What did you study when you started there?”
“Music,” I smiled. “You went to Sylvia Young Theatre School didn’t you?” I remember hearing Libby talking about it one time.
He nodded. “I always wanted to be either an actor or musician. The dance side to theatre wasn’t my strong point. I’m like an elephant with four left feet when it comes to dancing.”
I chuckled, “You can’t be that bad.”
“Oh yeah?” He said challengingly as he stood up, rocking the boat slightly and started tapping his feet and throwing his legs out attempting to tap dance. I held on to the edges of the boat tightly, scared we were going to tip any minute. “Okay, okay!” I laughed, “Sit down before we fall in!”
He sat back down chuckling, “Told you.”
“I’d love to have a place like this of my own one day. A house on a lake surrounded by woods, a dock for a boat, a big stone fireplace…” He fantasized as he cast his line back out.
A few minutes of silence passed, he must have been imagining his dream home judging by the small smile on his lips and the dazed look in his eyes.
He was shaken back to reality when his fishing pole started pulling. “I think I got one!” Tom reeled in his line to find a small bass on his hook. “Someone enjoyed the little wormy,” he said to the fish as if it understood him, it made me chuckle.
“So, what do your parents do?” I asked. Tom’s fans must know who his parents are, so their jobs must be super hidden ones.
“My dad’s a dentist,” he said proudly. He grinned to show me his teeth. “This is all his handy work. I had braces when I was younger.” I looked at his crooked teeth and chuckled.
“Okay, I was a naughty boy and didn’t wear my retainers after I got them off so they moved back to where they were originally.”
He took a swig of his beer. “My mum has been his receptionist for ages. She pretty much runs the place.”
A minute or two passed and I had a vision of his dad’s dental practice being mobbed with new young female patients. It made me laugh out loud.
He looked at me confused, a small laugh escaped from his throat.
“Sorry. I was just picturing your dad’s waiting room being lined up with all young, female patients. Oh, Dr. Fletcher, I have a bad tooth. By the way, can you introduce me to your son?”
“It’s funny you said that. If you’re under thirty and female, you can forget it. You’re not getting in. My mum will hang up on you.”
“Really? I thought they’d be suggesting women for you. Only ones with minimal amounts of plaque get your number.”
He laughed so hard he didn’t even realise he had another fish on his line.
I set my pole down and helped to retrieve his. “Look at that!” I enthused. Tom had the biggest smile on his face as he looked at the huge wriggling fish.
“That’s good dinner right there!” he held the fish up.
“No…catch and release,” I reminded him.
He huffed and threw the fish back.
We spent the entire afternoon fishing. I learned some interesting secrets of the movie industry and how he got hurt one time doing some of his own stunts; the smaller ones that didn’t require a stunt double.
We lounged peacefully in the boat and watched the setting sun change the sky to beautiful shades of orange and red and the wind that blew across the water had a frosty chill.
Over the time of a few hours we shared out stories, our thoughts, likes and dislikes, everything.
“That was a lot of fun,” Tom said as we tied to boat to the dock. We walked up the path to the house and he took the fishing poles from my hand.
“It was,” I said softly. The smile on his face was genuine. He bumped his arm into mine and grinned.
I was really happy that he enjoyed himself and that he caught more fish than I did. He didn’t seem like he’d throw a strop if he didn’t, but he’s a man, and all men have their pride.
I felt a sudden urge to hold his hand as we walked to the house under the stars. This would have been a perfect moment for that but we didn’t have the kind of relationship to do it.
I wondered if we ever would.
But in reality, Tom’s life was anything but normal and it that was hard to imagine. His life was in constant chaos, being hounded and chased. He had no privacy what so ever.
The entire time we were out on the lake I just wanted to ask him why acting as a career was worth it to him. Was there something in his ego that made him want the attention? Did he enjoy pretending to be someone else? But I couldn’t bring myself to ask.

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Post by ChloeRussellx on Sun Jun 10, 2012 7:53 pm

This chapter carries on from chapter six!

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Post by HannaWestwood on Mon Jun 11, 2012 12:05 am

Aww great idea from Sophie to get here! The catering van too Very Happy (thanks Hanna and naughty Sid Razz)

Aww I was pretty sure they were going to kiss at the end, but no. Sad ending for Sophie =/ I hope it'll get better later Smile

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Post by ChloeRussellx on Tue Jun 12, 2012 12:54 am

♥ C H A P T E R | E I G H T ♥
“I’m freezing!” My teeth chattered from being out on the lake. I turned on the floor heaters to try warm up the cabin. “Tom? Would you go get a couple of logs from outside the house please so I can start the fire.”
I grabbed a big pot from one of the cupboards and filled it with water, setting it on the stove. My stomach was making noises and it was getting close to dinner time anyway.
Tom carried in an armful of logs and I helped him stack them.
“The starter stuff is in that box,” I pointed to a box in the corner of the room. I used some small branches to get the fire going.
“You’re a girl version of Bear Gryllz, aint ya?” he joked and nudged me on the leg.
“No,” I chuckled, “I can’t start a fire without a lighter or match. I’d be in huge trouble if I had to survive in the woods.”
“I met Bear Gryllz once. He had some crazy stories!”
“You sort of look like a survivor man yourself. You have bits of wood stuck all over you.” I picked some bits off his sleeves while he plucked a few that were stuck to his chest. “Let’s go outside and brush you off, we’ll be treading on splinters if we do it in here.”
We stepped out onto the wooden porch and I immediately ran my hands over his arms to knock the dirt off. Instead of helping, Tom just stood there, perfectly still, watching me while I dusted him.
I wondered for a moment if he was going to try to kiss me. We were so close, all I could think about was how he tasted. He would only have to lean a few inches…
My hands slowed in their movements as I tried to be precise with getting every last wood shard. My eyes were tracing the texture of his t-shirt, since I couldn’t look him in the eyes.
I thought about what his perfectly shaped lips would feel like on mine, how the skin of his chiselled chest might feel under my hands. Now I thought about pulling his t-shirt off and right after that, his shoes, his belt, his jeans…
Them thoughts were way too dangerous. I had to make them vanish.
“You should be able to get the rest,” I muttered, quickly turning and hurried back inside the house.
I washed my hands thoroughly at the sink and unpacked some of the food that was in the cooler.
“What are you doing?” he asked when he joined me in the kitchen. I was rinsing the two huge lobsters I picked at a fish counter.
“Mmm, lobster is nice!” he grinned. “Need any help?”
I noticed when he stood next to me, he was careful not to let our bodies touch this time. He kept a small, but safe distance.
Tom sat down at the dinner table in the same chair that my dad always sat in. The memory of that made me smile.
We had a lovely dinner together as the fire crackled behind us; the radio was playing soft music in the background. It was actually romantic.
“That was amazing, Sophie,” Tom stretched back in his chair, patting his stomach, “I’m stuffed!”
I was glad he enjoyed it, but now the feeling of panic of being here with him alone filled me. What’s next?
He helped me clear the table and I began washing the dishes when a wave of sickness hit me.
“I don’t feel great,” I rubbed my stomach and rushed for the bathroom.
I was gone for so long that Tom had washed all the dishes and was relaxing on the sofa by the fire with his legs stretched out onto the coffee table in front of him.
“Are you alright?” I could hear the concern in his tone.
“I feel really sick.”
“My stomach isn’t feeling amazing either.”
Apparently I wasn’t the only one that was nervous in this intimate situation.
I had just sat down when I felt like I could be sick. I ran back to the bathroom just in time for dinner to come back up.
Tom was pale when I came out of the bathroom, he hurried right past me and shut the door. I plodded down the hallway to the master bedroom so I could lie down. I turned the TV on to drown the sounds of Tom being sick.
“Whatever you do, don’t go in there,” he groaned as he lay down on the bed next to me. Even though he warned me, I couldn’t wait. I darted for the bathroom again.
For the next few hours, we took it in turns in the bathroom. I hadn’t been that ill in years.
“I just threw up air,” I said as I curled back down on the bed next to him.
Tom softly chuckled.
“Do you think it was the lobster?” he asked, pulling the duvet up higher on his shoulder.
“Could be. My ribs are killing me,” I said as I rubbed my stomach.
“Same, I’m gonna get some good toning out of that! I feel a little better now it’s out though.”
“I’m so sorry. Please don’t hate me,” I pleaded.
“I don’t hate you,” he whispered sweetly, his fingers brushed softly across my forehead. He pulled the duvet up higher on my back to cover me up. “We’re never buying seafood from the place you got it from though!”
For as crap as I felt, the fact that he said “we” made me smile.
Tom was curled up in a ball and I could hear him start to breath heavier. He had fallen asleep, so I turned the TV off and closed my eyes too.

A shot of pain hit my ribs as I started to crawl out of bed. Tom was still breathing heavy in bed.
I went out to the living room and grabbed my bag so I could freshen up. I desperately needed a shower. The hot water felt fantastic, and I noticed that I was feeling much better. I couldn’t get clean enough. I washed my entire body twice and brushed my teeth for double the normal time.
I put my jeans and tugged a tank top over my head so I could go back out to the living room. My hairbrush was in another bag.
Tom came to the bathroom door as I opened it and stopped to lean on the doorframe.
“Are you finished in here?” he asked as a big yawn escaped him.
As he spoke, my eyes took in the sight of him.
Sometime through the night he took his jeans off. He was standing there in a white t-shirt and gray boxer shorts, and oh my…a something else caught my eye too.
My eyes traced the large bulge pushing out in his boxers.
He tilted his head and smirked at me when he realised that my eyes and thoughts were completely distracted. I think he actually meant for me to see it because he didn’t even attempt to hide it.
“Um, yeah,” I muttered, slightly embarrassed about being caught silently drooling about his underwear situation.
I turned and hurried out of his way, ignoring him when he chuckled.
When my brain was still tracing the outline of his morning friend, I grabbed my packet of birth control pills and popped one into my mouth.
“Sophie? Do you have an extra towel?” Tom yelled from the bathroom.
“Yeah, one sec.” I pulled a white towel from one of my bags.
He was partially hidden behind the bathroom door. His shirt was now off, and by the looks of it, his boxers were too. I tried not to look at him as I handed him the towel, I already had one image of him I couldn’t shake.
I walked back to the living room wondering how many women have got an up close and personal look at his friend. I figured with a package like his, combined with endless opportunities from women throwing themselves at him, he probably took that out of his pants and showed it to as many women as possible.
I secretly wished that assumption was wrong.
I was putting dishes away when he emerged from the bathroom in nothing more than a towel around his hips. “I need my bag,” he said.
My eyes quickly took in the visions of his bare chest and arms.
I gasped in a quick breath of air and turned away for the safer view of the kitchen sink. Clean the sink - just clean the sink. Do not look at him and his perfection.
I could see his reflection in the kitchen window, he had his back turned to me as he opened the towel and re-wrapped it around his waist.
He is gorgeous!
I was thankful the sink was strong enough to cope with my grip and held me in place.
It had been far too long since I saw a basically naked man and this one was killing me with visions left, right and center. I think he realised that I was turned and his facing him anymore because he sort of huffed, grabbed his bag and headed back to the bedroom.
I had the kitchen all cleaned when he came back. He leaned on the island in the center of the kitchen with his elbows right next to where I had my hand bag.
Shit! I forgot to put my birth control back into my bag. Just as I turned to correct my mistake, his fingers picked it up. His look of curiosity was replaced with a smirk when he realised what it was.
“You weren’t supposed to see that.” I took the packet from his hand and shoved it back into my bag.
“So you’re on the pill. It’s good to know,” he smirked.
This was a conversation that I didn’t want to have with him. “Are you finished in the bathroom? I need to dry my hair quickly.”
“Yeah. How are you feeling this morning, by the way?”
“Better. My stomach kills though. I feel like I did three-hundred sit ups. And you?”
“I’m feeling pretty good actually. Are you up to taking the boat out again?” his voice was hopeful.
“Yeah, course. Just let me finish getting ready.”
Tom steered the boat back to the spot we were sat in yesterday and I was comfortable lounging under a blanket. The bright sun warmed my face.
Tom was quiet as he kept casting his line out into the water. A few times it looked as though he was about to say something to me, but then he’s turn away and shake his head ever so slightly.
“Aren’t you going to have a go today?” he asked finally.
“Maybe in a little while. I’m really comfortable just resting here.” Watching you.
Tom stared at me for a moment. “Are you sure you’re okay with being out here?” he asked, sounding concerned.
“Yeah! I’m in a boat, out on a lake on a beautiful, sunny day. I don’t have to be anywhere doing anything. No one is shouting orders at me. I’m quite content,” I smiled at him.
“This is very nice,” he grinned in agreement. “I was wondering something,” he said as he looked at me a moment later. “Do your friends know how we met?”
“What do you mean?”
“My embarrassing run into your pub. Do they know about it?”
“No!” I said quickly. “They know that you came into the bar, but none of them know why you did. I’m sorry. I promised I’d never say anything but I had no choice to tell them that you came in once before, but was the only way I could get past the questions so you could join us for pool. I swear the only thing I said that you came in for a beer one afternoon. I didn’t tell them anything else.”
“That’s okay. I just thought you would have told them seeing as you’re really close with them.”
“No,” I shook my head, “It’s none of their business. Tom, what happened to you was private. Anyway, I made a promise and I’ll never break that promise.”
He smiled sweetly at me before casting his line back into the water.
I picked up my fishing pole and hooked a magnet onto it. I didn’t want him to feel like he was fishing alone, so I cast my line out then resumed my lounging position.
Two minutes later I had a bite and heeled in the first catch of the day. Tom took the fish off the hook for me. “He’s a tiny one!” Tom said, examining the fish. “That’s two days in a row that you caught the first fish.”
“Jealous?” I teased. “You’ll catch the next ten anyway.”
He flicked the little fish back into the water.
“Sophie, I want you to promise me something.” he looked at me until our eyes met. “I want you to promise that you wont believe anything you read or hear about me.”
When I didn’t say anything, he spoke again, “Just promise me.”
“I promise.”
“If you have any questions or you want to know something, you ask me first before you believe any of the shit, okay?”
I nodded.
His expression relaxed slightly, but I could tell he was still deep in thought.
My mind flickered through the questions that were still in my brain and wondered if it was safe enough to ask. Does he have a different woman in his bed all the time? Was he dating several women right now? Was acting worth giving up his freedom?
I looked over at him as he sat peacefully. Do I dare bring up any touchy subjects?
There was one question I felt I had the right to ask, though.
“Tom?” I paused until he looked at me. “I do have one question. Since you’ve already asked me this and I gave you an honest answer, I’d like to hear your honest answer too.”
His eyes narrowed with confusion.
“Are you…involved with anyone now? I’m guessing you’re dating people,” I was so nervous asking I couldn’t help but stutter my words. But I needed to know if I was part of a tally for him. His face was expressionless so I had to continue. “You asked me, the first day we met. I just wondered.”
His expression changed into a grin. He looked me in the eyes. “No,” he said, “I’m not seeing anyone. And to answer the question you’re not asking, the answer is months.”
“Why’s that?” I asked hesitantly.
He stared at me for a moment before answering. “How can I ever knew if someone wants to be with the celebrity or if they’re just so fixated on a character I’ve played? Then there’s the fear of having intimate details appear in the tabloids. I already have enough to deal with when they print the lies,” he started rubbing his forehead.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I shouldn’t have asked.”
“Why?” he asked, his eyebrows pulled together as he asked me.
“I feel bad for bringing it up. You have enough stress to deal with, you don’t need me asking stupid questions.”
“The fact that you’re here with me, gives you the right to know. This isn’t just about me. Don’t think for one second that I haven’t considered how this affects you and your privacy. I’ve been to your pub twice. The paps aint stupid. I’ve tried to keep my reason for being there secret, but I didn’t do a very good job. Rumours about me staring at you have already been printed.” he hung his head down and grabbed the bottle of Sprite that sat between his legs.
“I don’t care that they’ve printed that I was looking at you, but believe me I do care that they don’t start harassing you. Please tell me straight away if-”
“Tom, how can you stand this?” I interrupted. “You are entitled to a life. You deserve to be happy and to have privacy. Is this career really worth it?” I couldn’t hold it in anymore.
He looked out over the water.
“Yes and no,” he answered. “I like doing what I do. But the psycho shit that comes with it is something I didn’t expect. It’s becoming overwhelming.”
“I feel bad for you,” I whispered.
He looked at me, confused.
“It’s not right that you have to be hassled to do something you love. What you do is entertain the public, you shouldn’t have to hide, but I know why you have to. I know that they never leave you alone, that you’re constantly pounded about something.”
“That’s an understatement,” he muttered. “Sophie, I really like being around you, but I’m scared that…” he paused to take a deep breath.
You’re afraid that it can’t go any further. Don’t be a coward, I knew it was coming eventually.
“You have to realise that being around me comes at a price for you too. I need to know that you understand what you’re getting yourself into being with me.”
Well that’s not what I was expecting.
“I like being around you too,” I admitted. “We both know that I don’t come from your world, but I have a fairly good understanding of what things are like for you.” I paused before carrying on. “Tom, I’ll do whatever I have to, to be part of that for you if you want me to. I’ll deal with the craziness, because I know that comes along with being with….”
Sophie, you’re letting your guard down.
“…being your friend.”
“You’d do that for me?” he asked.
“Yes,” I answered without hesitation.
“And you’d deal with the paparazzi, and the fans, and the invasion of your privacy? Do you even know what you’re saying yes to?”
“I’ll deal with it. Why is it so hard to believe that someone else would do it for you?”
“It’s a lot to ask of someone,” he muttered, almost appearing guilty. “A lot.”
“Well, if you want me to be your friend then you have to trust me to be able to handle it,” I said bluntly.
“The media will dig for information on you. Is there anything I need to know before the rest of the world knows?”
“There is nothing that I’ve been through that I’m ashamed about. I’ve already told you a lot about me. I’ve never done drugs or been arrested. I’ve never posted naked or made embarrassing sex videos either. I have no skeletons in my closet.”
My last comment caused him to smile, but then he carried on with his rant.
“You’ll have to watch everything you do, everything you say. You’ll be pressed for answers, they’ll hound you for details. They will provoke you with allegations to get you to respond. You’ll be followed everywhere. Can you handle that?” his tone was kind of argumentative.
“Tom, if you want me in your life…if you want to be friends, then I’ll deal with it. But it sounds like you’re trying to talk one of us out of it.”
“It’s like inviting someone into a nightmare you’re having. It’s not right for me to do that to you.”
“So you’re not allowed to have friends? Or have a good time and live your life? I’m sorry, but I’m not going to allow them to decide that for me or you. And if you think I’m going to be scared away because of them, then you have the wrong impression of me.”
As I spoke, I suddenly became hit with a wave of mixed emotions. I was going through all this effort to try to be his friend when deep inside I wanted so much more.
“I don’t have that impression of you. That’s another reason why we’re here now,” Tom smiled at me and let out a sigh.
Anger and disgust filled me that I was directing at myself. Why are we here? Why am I even in this boat?
I kept making slips, one after another. I can’t fall in love with him. I can’t allow myself to want something that would never happen. I’m just hurting myself.
The lake suddenly felt like shark infested water. I had to get out of his boat.
I looked at the time on my phone. “It’s almost two o’clock. I should get you back. I’m sure you have things to do.”
“Not really,” he admitted, looking me in the eyes again. “It’s poker night, isn’t it?”
We walked up to the cabin after securing the boat back away into the garage. “I’m hungry,” Tom said.
“We can stop for something on the way back. There’s a pizza place somewhere.”
I drove us onto the main road and Tom moved his arm to rest his hand on the top of my seat.
After a few minutes driving, he took my hand that was resting on the gear stick and set it to rest palm down on his thigh. Tom released me, then used his left hand to casually scratch his chin, all the time watching my hand on his leg.
I smiled assuming this was a test. He paused to see if I’d pull my hand away.
I left my hand where he put it and he placed his hand on top of mine and entwined our fingers together.
The sun was already setting when I pulled my car into the alleyway next to my pub. I purposely made sure that my the passenger side door was next to the back door so Tom could get inside quickly.
I looked up and down the alley first just incase of paparazzi.
“Stay inside. I’ll get the cooler and the bags,” I said as he darted for the safety of my pub.
Tom looked frustrated and helpless as he stood in the doorway. I could tell he wanted to just walk into the alley and help me. He started to leave the doorway to help me. “Let me have those,” he slipped his bag and mine from my shoulder.
“This is it, except for the pizza and out drinks.” I leaned back into the car and grabbed the pizza box off the back seat.
I handed him the box and turned back around to close the passenger side door. “I’m gonna go park the car. You can lock this door. I’ll come through the front.”
I drove down the alley and parked my car in my normal spot. As I walked towards the pub, I noticed someone sitting in an old car across the street. I couldn’t tell if it was a man or a woman, but I could see the dark outline of a person. I quickly unlocked the front door and hurried inside.
About half hour later, the crew arrived for pool. “Hey you two!” Niall greeted.
“I brought some dessert!” Libby sang, slipping a serving plate with a huge, gooey chocolate cake onto the bar.
“We brought dessert!” Hanna corrected. “You wouldn’t have known how to make it without me. All you did was make a mess and lick the bowl after!”
“I whisked the mixture!” Libby defended. All of our heads were moving between them both like we were watching a very interesting Tennis match.
“For like five minutes!” Hanna said.
“Who needs TV when you’ve got these two,” Niall chuckled.
“It looks fantastic girls. Thanks for bringing it,” I said, before Libby could say anything else.
I noticed the smug smile and wink and gave me once everyone had gone off. “How’s it going?” Libby asked quietly.
“Really good!”
“Did you have a nice time?”
I nodded and smiled. I wasn’t going to give any details to anyone. Especially since Tom was watching me out the corner of his eye.
Suddenly a wave of nausea hit me, “Excuse me,” I said and ran for the stairs.
I made it to my bathroom just in time to throw up the pizza from earlier that had been sitting in my stomach like a rock since I’d eaten it.
“Sophie?” Tom called out. I was brushing my teeth when he appeared in the doorway.
“I was sick again,” I groaned.
“Why don’t you go lay down?” Tom stepped into the bathroom and placed a hand on my forehead. “You’ve got a temperature.”
“You got play, I’ll be fine up here on my own.”
“No, I’m staying with you. I’ll be back in a minute.”
Before I could protest, Tom was gone.
I went and changed into something more comfy. I had just pulled a blanket over me on the sofa when Tom came back through my door.
“I explained to them about us being sick last night so they understood entirely. I got all their numbers. I told Niall I’d ring him later and let him know how you are.”
“You could have all still played. I feel horrible for ruining your night.”
“Don’t be silly, it wouldn’t be the same without you. I brought you a J20, you should drink water too,” He said setting a glass with dark purple liquid in on the coffee table.
“Thank you. I think I’m dehydrated, it’s probably why I feel so drained. You should drink water too,” I pulled the blanket off me. “But, do you wanna see all of my flat first?”
I took him a quick tour. “These are the stairs that lead up to the roof.” He followed me back down the hallway and into the kitchen. “This place is really nice! I love the layout in here, you’ve even got a wine fridge.”
“Thanks. I had my kitchen re-fitted last month. The bathroom is going to be my best project.
While I was filling two glasses with water, I wondered why he wanted to stick around with someone who’s just been sick. He must have better things to do.
We went back into the living room and Tom kicked his Vans off. It made me smile knowing he was going to stay with me. “Here, come and lay down,” he said, pulling a pillow onto his leg.
“No, thanks.” I sat on the opposite end of the sofa. He gave me a disappointed look.
His phone started singing in his pocket and he wriggled it out. He grinned as he held it to his ear. “Hi Dad,” he said cheerfully. “What you up to?”
I looked over at him and smiled. Even though it was his step dad, he still called him dad. I was also glad that he was the type of man that had time for his parents no matter what.
“You’ll never guess what I did yesterday and today. I was fishing!…Nope, no injuries this time.”
I laughed at that. Tom winked at me. “Sophie, is my bag still downstairs?”
I nodded. He slipped out of the door and disappeared down the stairs. “Have you booked your trains yet? Mum’s birthday is on the Friday, but I’ve gotta be on set. Maybe you can come on the Wednesday and stay?” He was obviously excited about seeing his parents.
“Hi Mum. You okay? I’m at a friends place. Her name is Sophie,” he winked at me again. “I’ll tell you later…because she’s sitting right next to me. She’s amazing, you’ll love her, mum.”
I thought he might like some privacy and I was kind of hoping he might say more if I wasn’t in the room, so I uncovered my legs quickly and went to the kitchen. I filled my glass up with water and searched my cupboards for something dry to eat. I had just found a box of crackers when Tom came into the kitchen, still on the phone.
He started to rub his forehead. “It’s getting worse, mum. I can’t go anywhere,” I didn’t need to hear her questions to know what they were. She obviously had the same concerns on Tom’s safety as I did.
I leaned my elbows on the kitchen side and rested my head in my hands. I had a slight headache from the force of being sick and not having any food in my system. I opened another cupboard door and found a box of aspirin. Before I could pop any out of the foiled container, Tom snatched the packet from my hand. When I looked at the box, about to get the other packet out, Tom snatched the box too. “You shouldn’t take these. Mum, Sophie was going to take some aspirin but she shouldn’t take them on an empty stomach.”
I looked at home confused. I wanted to take them for my headache!
“It could upset your stomach more,” he said.
“We’ve both been sick, Mum. I think we had food poisoning last night but Sophie still can’t keep anything down. Can she take aspirin on an empty stomach? I didn’t think so,” he smirked.
I dropped my shoulders in a huff, I was going to have to put up with the pain. Tom stepped closer and felt my forehead again. I guess my temperature was at an acceptable level. He opened the box of crackers and tore open the packet for me. I was perfectly capable of opening them, but I guess Tom just wanted to take care of me. And here I thought that he was the one who needed taking care of.
“Mum says you should try and eat some toast and we should drink lots of water.”
He swept my hair off my shoulder with his finger, gazing at me again. “I’m sure you’ll get to meet her when you visit, Mum.”
He smiled, appearing ecstatic. “I’ll tell you about her, later,” he whispered.
Toast sounded good, but hearing him telling his mum that we’d get to meet, completely stunned me.
“Alright Mum, I love you too. I’ll call you later tonight.” he ended his call and shoved a cracker in his mouth.
“Do you have a toaster?”
I lifted up the cupboard door where it was stored out of the way.
“Go and relax. I’ll do this.” Tom took hold of my shoulders and guided me towards the hallway. I smiled on my way back to the living room.
“So what do your parents think of all this attention you’ve been getting?” I asked while we both ate our toast on the sofa.
“They don’t like it. Their lives have changed too because of me. They tell me that they’re proud, but they also let me know that they’re concerned.
“You just can’t let the fame and craziness turn you into someone you’re not. Your parents love the son that they raised, not the celebrity you’ve become.”
He looked at me and grinned, “My mum says the exact same thing to me!”
“Tom, you don’t seem the sort of person who got into acting because you enjoy attention. You’re apparently really good at it, and you love doing it, but it’s not who you are in here,” I said as I patted my own heart with my hand.
“You sound like my mum,” he told me.
“Well your Mum is obviously a brilliant woman,” I grinned.
“She keeps telling me to be careful who I trust.”
“I have a good idea why you have a hard time trusting people and why you have to question everything and everyone,” I looked at him until he looked at me. “And I know I have to earn your trust, just like you have to earn mine.”
“I know. This business makes it so hard to trust people. You never know what information will be on the papers the next day.”
“Well, I swear I will not tell give any information on you to anyone.”
“I know you wont,” he smiled. “How are you feeling? Is the toast doing you good?”
I nodded my head and took a sip of my J20. “I’m starting to feel better, thanks.”
“Good,” he said as he playfully tossed a pillow at me.
I pretending that I was going to throw the pillow back at him, but instead I just put it next to my leg. His eyes flickered between looking at the pillow and looking at me. With a quick lunge, he was above the pillow. He purposely fiddled with the pillow, puffing it up and moving it around to get the perfect position under his head. His feet hung over the edge of the sofa.
Our eyes met and I instantly felt a pull towards him. Without thinking, I softly ran my fingers through his hair. His eyes closed and he sighed.
He took my other hand off his shoulder and laid it across his heart.
Tom’s phone started in his pocket again and he slid it out.
“Hey, Niall! Yeah, she’s feeling better.” His eyes looked up at me and his hand reached for my forehead.
“We’re watching some program on TV where people have really close encounters with the end of their lives. It’s amazing!”
While he was lying across my lap, I was secretly loving the fact that Tom and Niall were getting along so well. I had always hoped that whoever I was with would get along with my friends. Not that I’m with Tom of course. My ex-fiance Charlie, and Niall never got along. I should have taken that as a warning sign right from the beginning, but I tried to make everyone happy while I was quietly being miserable.
But Tom and Niall seemed to hit it off right away. “Here, Niall wants to talk to you,” Tom handed his phone to me.
“Hey, Sophie. How you feeling?” Niall asked.
“I’m feeling better, thanks. I’m still achy though. Tom made me toast and it helped to get rid of my headache.”
“Oh, Tom made you toast, did he?” he teased.
“Yeah, he did,” I snickered.
“I’m happy for ya. And I’m glad that you’re feeling better. Hanna wants you to call her tomorrow. She said you two need to figure out the final food ideas for Sunday so her and Sidney can get it started.”
“Okay, I will. But I don’t want any seafood from the Fishmongers in town, I’m pretty sure that’s what made us sick last night.” I looked down at Tom and combed my fingers through his hair.
“Alright, I’ll get Libby to tell her that. Well, it sounds like you’re on the mend so, can I talk to Tom again?” Niall asked.
“Yeah!” I was surprised by his request.
“Yeah, I am, why? They play at six on Sunday; I was hoping to watch it.” He started chewing on his fingers again.
After another little conversation, Tom slid his phone back into his pocket.
“What was that about?” I asked.
“There’s a football game on Sunday, and if I don’t watch it, my dad will go crazy,” Tom chuckled.
He sat up and returned to his original seat, putting the pillow next to his leg again. “You should lie down for a while. You need to rest.”
I was tired so lying down seemed a good idea.
I grabbed the blanket and pulled it over my shoulder, I stretched my legs out on the sofa. Now that I was certain my stomach was stable again, it felt good to relax. Tom rested his arm on top of mind.
We were watching some crappy reality program but I could tell he wasn’t watching it, he was mainly looking at me. He curled his hand and softly brushed my cheek. It felt as though he was almost afraid to touch me.
I could feel his confidence grow as he ran his fingers through my hair. We were definitely becoming more than friends.
Tom’s voice pulled me from my daydream. He called someone to come pick him up to take him to the hotel. I wondered why he didn’t just walk.
“I’m gonna get going. I have to work tomorrow and so do you.” He gathered his belongings and I walked him down to the back door.
“Thanks for everything, Sophie. I had a great time.”
“Me too.”
“I’ll call you tomorrow.” He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me in for a nice hug.
His hand held my face as he quickly kissed my cheek. He didn’t linger this time.
I was surprised that he didn’t try to kiss me. It appeared he was conflicted.
“See you.” I waved as he hopped into the waiting car.
That night I had the most wonderful dreams.

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Post by HannaWestwood on Tue Jun 12, 2012 3:12 am

Awwwwww Very Happy

Tom is so cute with her mommy! Hahahaha ♥️

I was pretty sure Tom and her were going to kiss or something! Shocked
Maybe that's more realistic this way! It also means he's caring about her as he stays when she's sick instead of jumping on the first opportunity without caring after that! Good, good! Smile

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♥ C H A P T E R | N I N E ♥
“Are you feeling better today?” Libby asked when she came in to start her shift behind the bar.
“Yeah, thanks,” I replied. “I think I got food poisoning from the lobster.”
“Did Tom get ill too?” she wondered aloud.
“Yeah, we were both really sick, but he seemed to get over it quicker. We got pizza on the way home, but after I ate some it just sat in my stomach. I’m sorry for last night, I didn’t want to cancel anything.”
“Don’t apologise! You were sick. It happens. So, did you get up to anything naughty with Prince Charming this weekend?”
“No,” I shook my head. “We just took the boat out on the lake.”
“When are you gonna see him again?”
“I don’t know. He’s working, and so am I. I guess I’ll see him Sunday.” I shrugged and continued to pour pints. “We didn’t make any plans. He’ll be leaving in a couple of weeks anyway.”
Thoughts of him leaving burned my heart. This friendship with him, these feelings I was growing for him, in reality all had to stop soon.
As the evening went on, I had finally spoken to Hanna about arrangements for Sunday, and I had also typed up a “Help Wanted” sign on my computer and just stuck it to the window.
“Libby, I’m going to hire a part-timer,” I said. “I think we could use an extra pair of hands on Fridays and Saturdays. It’s getting too much for you and me to handle alone, and Hanna doesn’t want to work every weekend.”
“Sounds good to me. We’ve been really busy lately,” she agreed.
“Yeah, just while the movie stuff is going on. Once they all leave, we wont need the help.”
Libby flicked through the channels on the TV until she got to the local news. It was mostly background noise to me until the reporter mentioned the words “Seaside”.
“Local police were called to the set of Seaside today after several individuals breached the closed movie set and charged onto the beach. The women were stopped by on-set security and members of the production team as they attempted to reach Mr. Fletcher and Ms. Stokes, although it was unknown at the time the content of the threats that were made towards Ms. Stokes, the girls are being held in custody.”
The camera cut to four police officers who had two women in custody and were escorting them into the police station.
In an instant I was concerned for Tom and his safety, but I refused to give into the urge to call him. Even though I had his number from all the text messages, I didn’t want to repeat past mistakes. I wasn’t going to chase after any man.
The fact that I cared and wanted to know how he was doing meant that I was already too attached to him. When he finally does leave Clacton, it will be that much harder for me to cope.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket several times throughout the night just to make sure I didn’t miss a call, but he never called like he said he would, that wasn’t like Tom. I wondered what had happened to keep him from calling me. Maybe I’m just misreading our relationship; making it more than what it really is. I truly hoped he wasn’t busy making the relationship that was in my head, with another girl.
I thought about the boyfriends I’d had before and remembered why none of those relationships never lasted. I realised that I made some typical mistakes with some…being too clingy or just trying to hard to be what I thought they wanted me to be.
My engagement to Charlie ended with harsh words. I remembered too clearly walking into his flat to find him in bed with someone else. I’m pretty sure he planned it to be like that so he didn’t have to actually end the relationship.

I crawled into bed that night and was out like a light, being ill the day before had really taken its toll on my energy.
I was started awake by my phone ringing on the bedside table. “Hello?” my voice sounded rough from just waking up.
“Were you still sleeping?” Tom asked.
“Yeah. What time is it?” I looked at the clock on my bedside table. It was 8:45.
“Quarter to nine. I’m sorry I didn’t call you yesterday, I fell asleep right through until eight. I thought you might have tried calling me.”
“Oh, good. So you’re alright?” I questioned as I sat up in bed, relieved he was okay.
“Yeah. Why?” he sounded confused.
“There was something on the news yesterday about some girls getting arrested? I was worried about you.”
“Why didn’t you call me then?”
“Tom, I don’t want to bother you. You have enough to deal with without me hassling you.”
“You can call me anytime you want. Don’t ever feel like you’re bothering me. Just so you know, I turn my phone off when I’m filming, but as soon as I see I missed your call, I’ll call you right back.”
When I didn’t speak right away, he said, “Are you scared to call me?”
“I can’t,” I whispered. My reply was so truthful on many levels.
“What do you mean you can’t?”
“I don’t have your number,” I hoped my lie sounded convincing.
“You’re a bad liar. My number has been on every text I sent you. This is so strange. People I don’t want to hear from call me all the time but the one person I really want to hear from is afraid to call me. The next time I see you, I’m going to sort your phone out. I may even put in my own ring tone just to annoy you.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?” I joked.
“Oh, that’s definitely a promise! Then you wont have any excuses,” he snickered. “Let’s practice today, shall we? I want to hear my phone ring sometime today, preferably between seven and seven thirty when I have a dinner break. Now, answer the question truthfully. Do you still have my text messages or did you delete them?”
“I still have them,” I smiled.
“Then you, sweetheart, have no excuse…unless you just don’t want to talk to me? Shit, I didn’t consider that. But now that I’m thinking about it, I guess I should ask. Do you want to see me?”
I want you more than you know.
“We’re friends. Why wouldn’t I want to see you?”
“That’s a relief! Good, so um, what did the news report have to say about what happened on set?”
“That the police had to remove fans from the set and two women were arrested. Apparently one of them threatened Jessica? Were you there when it was happened?”
“Yeah. I was watching a scene being played back when it happened.”
“The news didn’t mention what was said, just that one girl yelled threats at Jessica. They showed footage of the girls that got arrested.”
“You’re kidding me?”
“I hope you have extra security, some of these fans are terrifying,” I urged.
“Yeah they said yesterday there will be.” There was a loud bang on his door. “Hang on!” I heard him shout, sounding like through gritted teeth.
“Soph, I’ve gotta go. Are you gonna call me tonight?”
“Yes. During your dinner break. I promise.”
I was too awake to try and get back to sleep. The sound of his voice had caused me to flush. I wandered out to the living room and sat down at my desk, turning my laptop on. I had to make sure my the money from my recent chaotic money taking evenings had gone into my account.
My e-mail was filled with thirty new messages. There was one e-mail that caught my eye.


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From: Libby Vevle
Subject: Tom in Seaside - CLICK!!!!!!!
Date: October 26 2011 22:11
To: Sophie Vevle

You should watch this. This is one of the best scenes from his movie.
And since you haven’t seen it yet, you should at least know how good of an actor he is.
This is why all the girls want him.




Inside was a link to YouTube to watch a video.
My finger hovered over my mouse pad. Do I want to see this or not? My finger had a mind of its own and it clicked the button.
The video loaded. Tom was lurking around some dark hallways that appeared to be an old building. He had a large, silver gun in his hand, it was raised and ready to fire. Jessica was wearing some tatty clothes and she was pressed to his side as they slid down the dark wall. It was apparent that he was protecting her.
“I think they’ve all gone,” Tom said. “Rosie, what are you thinking coming here?”
Jessica gazed up seductively into his eyes.
“How can I protect you? Tell me!” Tom begged urgently.
“Just love me Liam,” Jessica whispered.
He pressed her against the wall and kissed her passionately. The sight of him kissing another woman made me want to cry. She pushed him back, shoving him into the opposite wall while kissing him.
Tom’s kiss was hungry. “If you love like you say you do, you’ll stay alive for me,” he breathed.
It was hard to watch him like this. It wasn’t him…it wasn’t the same man who made toast for me or felt my forehead. I struggled with the thought of seeing Tom this way.
There was no denying that Tom was drop dead gorgeous and the character he portrayed on the screen was definitely sexy and appealing. But Liam didn’t really exist. Tom gave him a life, but Tom was not Liam.
Tom was from London who chewed on his fingernails and cared enough to prevent me from taking an aspirin on an empty stomach. That was the man I was falling for.
I kept to my promise to call him.
“Good evening Mr. Fletcher,” I whispered seductively in the phone. “This is Cathy from reception with your seven pm wake up call,” I thought it’d be funny to mess with him.
“Well, hello Cathy,” he snickered lightly. “Thank you for being prompt.”
“Of course, sir. The management would like to know if you’re enjoying your dinner this evening.”
“Hmm, well I can think of a few things that would improve it. Perhaps you could put your manager on the lime so I can complain.”
“Sure, one minute please…” I tried to change my sexy voice to a professional one. “Hello, this is Megan, the night manager. I understand that you’re unhappy?”
“Hello, Megan. By the way, I really like this game. Yes, I am very unhappy. I’d like to know what you intend to do about it?”
“We could give you a cash refund?”
“Er, not acceptable. What else are you offering?”
“We are hosting an all-you-can-eat steak dinner this Sunday. Would you like a complementary ticket?”
“I already have one. What else do you have?” he inquired.
“Did I mention that the dinner comes along with front row seats to Sunday’s game between Tottenham Hotspur and Manchester United?”
“Yes, and I’m looking forward to that! Well, kind of. I don’t really like football too much but it makes my Dad happy if I keep up to date on it.” He stated. “But I’m unhappy now!” the whining in his voice was amusing.
“Well, sir, since your happiness is our number one priority, why don’t you tell me what would make you happy.”
“I can think of only one thing that would make me happy right now, and I don’t believe that some girl named Megan could satisfy me. You wouldn’t happen to have any Sophie’s there on staff, do you?” he asked.
I smiled. “Maybe!”
“You really know how to make my day. Do you know that?” he asked. “I was not in a great mood right before you called. Now I’m having a hard time remembering why I was in a foul mood at all.”
“I’m glad. You wanna talk about it?” I asked.
“Ah, I’m just a bit stressed. It’s been a long day, I’d like to leave here and relax on your sofa but I cant. Especially since the weather is lovely outside, we can get some additional night shots done. And I really just want to wash this crap off my face too!” he complained.
“What crap?”
“I have some stuff on to make it look like I have a cut lip. It itches. I really want to scratch it off.”
“I wanna see it! You were supposed to have been in a fight or something?” I asked. I was trying to imagine what he looked like.
“Do you want me to send you a picture? I can take one of you’re that curious.”
“Yeah please! Is it just supposed to look like a cut or do you look like an idiot that’s stuck his finger in a plug socket?”
“No!” he laughed. “I was in a fist fight. You should see the other guy.”
“Did you beat the crap out of him?” I was trying to picture Tom fighting with someone.
“Let’s just say two of them won’t be bothering me anymore.”
“That sounds like a movie line,” I chuckled.
“It is,” he said amusingly. “You seen any of my movies yet, by the way?”
I was surprised he asked me that question.
“Nope. How will you know if I like Liam or just some guy named Tom? Isn’t it better this way?”
“Hmm, you’re right. You’re banned from seeing any of my movies.”
I knew he was kidding, but at the same time, visions of me not being invited to any premiers flashed through my mind. I didn’t want the fame or the red carpet, I just wanted to be by his side, holding his hand.
Once again I was setting my hopes up for nothing, longing for a relationship that would never happen.
“Listen, Tom, I have to go. Libby is all by herself behind the bar and it’s kind of busy. It was nice talking to you.” I had the sudden urge to flee.
“Okay. Um, I guess I’ll talk to you later then,” he answered glumly.
I don’t think I even said goodbye. I shoved my phone into the front pocket of my jeans and hurried back behind the bar. The sooner I could get distracted the better. I kept slipping up over and over again, letting my guard down wit him and allowing myself to become vulnerable for a heart break.
A few minutes passed and my phone buzzed again. I opened the picture Tom sent; he had a funny expression on his face while pointing to his fake cut lip. I couldn’t help but laugh. He looked outrageously sexy with it though, looking like he’d been roughed up like a bad boy.
I tried to convince myself that I wouldn’t get hurt if I kept this thing with him how it is, but to do so I’d have to make sure I didn’t let him touch me anymore. No more holding hands, or running my fingers through his soft hair, looking into his deep brown eyes.
Hugging, that was dangerous too. Anything that involved physical contact must be off-limits.

The next day, I spent the morning thinking of the steamy dream I had of Tom during the night, where he was on set, taking a break in his trailer, I go in there and he immediately jumps to his feet. We rush towards each other and he crashes his lips to mine in a hungry kiss when we meet in the middle. We start ripping at each other’s clothes, they get flung around the trailer…
“Hey!” Libby greeted me as she entered the bar for her shift.
I dumped a new bucket of ice into the ice bin, thinking I need to put some down my t-shirt too. “I have some applicants coming in today. You can interview with me if you want?”
“Yeah! Did Mr. Sexy call you?”
I smiled. “Three times. He was bored inbetween shooting scenes.”
“Yeah right, he just wanted to hear you. He’s crazy about you!"

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Post by HannaWestwood on Tue Jun 12, 2012 8:19 pm

Ah already read that on FILF ! Very Happy

It's a great ending there but I was soo expecting Tom and Sophie to kiss!

It must be so weird for Sophie to see him play in one of his movies! And kissing other girls too =S

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