Oh dear. What was I to do. Staying with Tom would put him in more danger than I could imagine, but leaving him would probably break me. And I don't mean in that sense where I'd cry for a few weeks then sleep around to get over him. I'm sure it'd be unimaginably horrific.

"Honey?" Tom asked, wrapping his arms around me and kissing the back of my neck. "Is everything okay?"

This was it. I could tell him everything, the whole everything, and we could do something about this situation. But if I didn't... surely I'd be deemed a horrible human being. If I told Tom, he could leave me saying he couldn't take the pressure...

"We should talk." I said, my moral heart taking over. If Tom wanted to become my boyfriend, he should really know what he's getting himself into.

We sat down at Tom's dinner table, and he took my hands in his. "What's the matter?" He said, trying to catch my gaze – but if he did I wouldn't have been able to tell him what was going on.

"You know about Craig right?"

Tom nodded.

"This morning; he sent me a message and-"

"What did it say?" Tom asked interrupting me, while whipping a single tear away from my cheek. I nodded, so scared that this could be it.

I pulled my phone from my pocket and read out the message.

Then Tom got up from his seat on the other side of the table, this was it; he was going to get my coat and ask me to leave. I was so sure.

"Come here!" He exclaimed, pulling me out of my seat and wrapping me in a tight hug. His natural aroma was the only thing I could smell, and I never wanted it to leave me. He held me so tight, close to his chest, and I so hoped that he would never let go.

"I will never leave you, unless you send me away."

I almost had to run to reach rehearsals in time, dragging Tom along with me, but I think he was just happy I had invited him along to something.

"Sorry I'm late!" I cried, pushing the double doors wide open. "Baby, just sit there." I whispered to Tom, pointing to a seat mid way down the theatre.

"Well done!" Sam chimed, pulling me up on stage.

"For what?"

"You almost made Alfonso pull all of his remaining hair out!" He whispered, wrapping his arms around me. All I could do was shrug to keep myself from laughing hysterically.

A few hours later me and Sam found ourselves hiding behind the register near the front of the theatre. We had been hiding from Alfonso for ten minutes by then and we couldn't be bothered to go back in and rehearse some more.
"How much longer do you think until they send out the search party?" Sam said, beginning to giggle quite loudly. I placed my hand over his mouth, which only just muffled the sound of his loud giggles.

"I think we won't be here much longer if you carry on giggling so loudly!" I cried, trying to keep my own voice as low as possible.

"Hey. What are you guys doing down there?" Called a familiar voice.

"Busted!" Cried Sam, where my hand still covered his mouth. Finally, to make me drop my hand Sam licked the palm of my hand.

"Sam! Dude." I exclaimed, while Sam sat there laughing his head off. Briskly I stood up from where I had sat and walked over to Tom – who did not look impressed but all the same had a playful smile on his face.

"Sorry Tom, we were just hiding from Alfonso and Ellie... they're driving us crazy." I said, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my head on his chest. Tom returned the favour, hugging me back tightly.

I looked up from his chest so that he could place his lips against mine. Our kiss lasted a few moments but Sam had soon had enough. He cleared his throat then rushed back into the theatre, running his hands through his hair.

Tom held me close, running his hand through my hair.

"We should go out to a movie tonight." He said, taking me fully by surprise. I pulled myself back, so I could see Tom's full face.

"Really? You'd want to see a movie... with me... in public?" I questioned him, still so unsure that he would want to be seen out with myself.

"Yes with you, in public!" Tom exclaimed grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the theatre, "As soon as you finish your rehearsal we are going to the nearest cinema!"

After our rehearsal was over, Sam pulled me to one side as Tom rushed off to grab our coats. He hugged me tightly, which was almost strange from Sam because he really wasn't the type to show such sincere affection. Maybe the odd punch on the arm or the ruffling of my hair but nothing like this.

"What's up?" I said, though my voice was muffled because of his jumper.

Sam sighed before answering me, "Nothing. I just feel you're going to be happy with Tom, he's a good guy."

"Yeah he is..." I whispered, before pulling myself out of his embrace. "Sorry I can't go to the concert with you tonight, give my ticket to Lockie... he'll enjoy it."

Sam just shrugged and then quickly turned away. My eyebrows knitted together but as I turned around I saw the reason as to why he disappeared so quickly – Tom.

"Ready beautiful?" He asked, help me into my coat and then wrapping his arm around me and leading me out towards our awaiting car.

"Hmm..." Tom moaned in the seat next to mine. My pair of 3D glasses sat uncomfortably over my own but I had almost got so used to wearing 3D glasses over my own that the uncomfortable feeling was one that I expected.

"What's up?" I whispered, turning to look at Tom – drawing my attention away from The Hobbit. I came face to face with Tom, who was staring at me, not the film.

"You know the film's started." I said quietly.

"Yeah..." Then he leaned in to kiss me. Taking my face in-between his hands and pushing his lips in between mine. The whole cinema disappeared, it was just me and Tom and that's how I really liked it to be.

Suddenly he began to breathe slightly heavier, his hands tightened their grip and he pressed with more pressure against me.

"You know, you'll spill the popcorn!" I whispered as I pulled away from him, his lips still searching for mine.

"What did you think?" Tom asked, holding my hand tightly as we passed through the crowds of people.

"I thought it was a really good film... but I'm not sure you saw a lot of it as you were looking at me for most of it. Why?"

Tom just shrugged and after a moment or so said, "You're all I care about looking at. Since I have to go off filming again soon I won't get to see you as often. I want to remember your face as well as I can, so when I'm away I'll always see it. Even if you aren't right in front of me."

"And you said you weren't a romantic." I muttered, wrapping my arms around him as we reached our car.


I hope you are enjoying reading these chapters, sorry I didn't post for a few weeks. What with Christmas and all and now going back to school, but I hope they'll be posted quicker. As soon as I can really find enough time to devote to them.

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