Chapter 10

"Hello! You've reached Karen Gillan, I'm sorry but I'm too busy being awesome to answer -"

"Kaz, you know as well as I do that this is not your voicemail and that you're on the line."

I heard her giggle. "Okay, Smithers. I'm all ears, but you need to be quick. I'm due on set in ten minutes, plus you're phone bill is gonna be pretty hefty if you're on for any longer. What's so dire that you need to ring me at stupid o'clock my time?"

I sighed. "Did Kingston fill you in on Haley?"

"Yep."

"Good. It's brilliant that we're so close that I never need to repeat myself. It's boring."

"Get on with it then!" she said, her Scottish impatience going haywire.

I grinned, then became serious again from the piss-taking I was about to endure. "I need to use your Twitter."

Silence (*AN: Ironically*). "Come again?"

I gritted my teeth. "I. Need. To. Use. Your. Twitter. Account. Please."

Silence.

Then, quite suddenly, Kaz started to howl with laughter. "How do you know Haley's on Twitter?" she gasped between giggles.

"Um... I don't?"

She had calmed down a fair bit, but I could tell she was still grinning manically. "Alright, Lover Boy. You seem quite adamant on chasing this girl." She told me her login details and I typed them in on the open browser on my laptop. "You keep it clean, okay? And don't broadcast it to the whole world, direct message her!"

"Yeah, yeah. I need to find her first!"

"Mmm..." she said dreamily. "Modern day prince trying to find his Cinderella. D'you mind if I pinch this for a screenplay?"

"Goodbye, Karen."

"Alright, alright! I'm needed on set again anyway."

I smiled. "See ya, Kaz."

"Bye!"

I hung up and placed my phone on the sofa next to me. My flat in Cardiff was a little cluttered, but it was nothing compared to my trailer. I shuddered as I remembered that I'd have to clean it later. I shook it from my mind, sipped my overly strong tea and typed Haley's name into the search bar.

Literally thousands of names came up.

"Shit," I muttered. How did I narrow the search?

Hopefully, I typed in 'Haley Scott Leicester'.

To my relief, it narrowed a lot – to about 15. I scrolled through.

HALEYs POV

PING!

I ignored my phone and tried to concentrate on what I was doing. Twitter could wait.

"Two coffees for table seven!"

"Coming!"

The café was majorly busy and I was struggling to keep up with the demand. Orders for coffee, tea, hot chocolate, sandwiches, salads, and nearly everything under the God-damn sun came pouring through the tiny serving window.

"C'mon, Christine!" yelled Maeve, the other waitress. She'd heard me singing Phantom (what? I may like my rock and metal but that doesn't mean I can't like my musicals too!) and, being very learned in her West End and Broadway too, had started to call me Christine. In revenge, I called her Little Giry.

I pushed two cups of coffee into her hand. "Dance away now!"

MATTs POV

Silence.

Nothing.

Nada.

I sighed and shut my laptop down.

A/N: Since the last chapter got such a great response, I have several typed up due to my mini hiatus, and this chapter is a touch on the short side (apologies), I decided to update again :)

By the way, do I have any Sherlockians reading? I've come back from a mid-week geekend with my mates in which I got completely hooked on Sherlock and OH MY GOD BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH IS SO AMAZINGLY BEAUTIFUL. I nearly converted from Matt, then reminded myself that Matt is actually yyounger than my parents and I therefore have a better chance :/ Do you think I should try a Sherlock fan fic after I've don the one shot series I've put up? (Under the title of Hear The Angels' Voices - by all means go and check it out! :) ) Opinions are welcome as always! No spoilers on here please for the ep tonight, I'm stuck doing homework and I've got to watch it tomorrow -_-.

R&R as they are so uplifting. Also, thank you to weasleylover10 for the PM-ing these past few days!

Love as always,

Fish Custard xxx