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Tom 'Wildman' Watts sat in the press room, another game day, another series of interviews with the captain of the Denver Broncos. Every year on this day, Tom was a thunder cloud. The Journalists used to hate interviewing him, they thought he didn't have a heart and he was stand-offish and cold. He never answered any personal questions. This day, he always wanted to hide.
Most years, his agent Trevor Barker knew this.
Unfortunately, this year, it was a big game so there was nowhere to hide.
Elizabeth Wakefield viewed the crowd around the stadium. She noticed a Journalist with tears streaming down her face. She kept saying, he's so cold-hearted, he has no heart at all. Elizabeth went pale when she heard the name of the man the journalist was speaking about. Elizabeth went racing towards the interview press rooms. Elizabeth also knew why today wasn't just another day.
Todd Wilkins stood in front of the press room door and sighed. Every year, Tom Watts was such an arrogant jerk. It was a big game; would it be any different? He was about to open the door when Elizabeth raced up to him and blocked the door.
"Stop! Don't go in there" Elizabeth cried. Todd glanced at his sister-in-law confusedly.
"Why not? I know he's a self-centred jackass, but it's a story" Todd protested. "I can handle him Liz"
"No, this is not about you, leave him alone!" Elizabeth insisted, not moving. Todd rested a hand on her shoulder.
"Liz, it's okay, you don't need to protect me" Todd began.
"I'm not protecting you, I'm protecting him" Elizabeth snapped.
Todd gaped at her. "Liz! You still have feelings for him? After all this time?"
"Yes, I do, now leave!" Elizabeth told him. Todd held up his hands in surrender and walked away.
Trevor Barker walked up to the door after seeing Todd Wilkins head down the hall in the opposite direction. He saw the blonde woman.
"Can I help you?" He asked.
"Yes, you can call off the dogs!" She snapped "If you had any conscious at all, you will".
Trevor looked at her confused, then realised who she was.
"Okay, okay, I'll do it" Trevor grumbled, reluctantly. Elizabeth Wakefield opened the door and went inside. Trevor didn't get to see anymore, Elizabeth closed the door behind her.
Tom stared at the door and was surprised to see a 30-year-old and even more beautiful Elizabeth Wakefield standing in front of him near the doorway.
"Are you here to interview me?" Tom asked curiously. Elizabeth shook her head, stepping forward.
"No, I called off the rest" Elizabeth said quietly. Tom stared back into her eyes knowing now why she did. Tom crumbled, now sobbing uncomfortably. Elizabeth raced over, wrapped her arms around him in a tight, comforting hug and let him cry.
"It's okay, I'm here" She soothed, rubbing his back. "We got the timing right this time".
"I'm so sorry Liz" Tom mumbled, pulling back slightly. "I'm so glad to see you though" Elizabeth nodded. Elizabeth stared into his brown eyes, feeling like ten years never happened, she was transported back to when he left for Denver all those years ago. Her heart physically ached. Elizabeth gently wiped his eyes, her eyes not leaving his. She felt an emotional pull towards him. Tom drew her into his arms and kissed her deeply, until they were both breathless. Elizabeth held onto his arms, weak in the knees. He always had that effect on her. Tom pulled back slowly, there was a tap on the door. Tom went and opened it to see his agent Trevor Barker.
"Wildman, it's time" Trevor told him. Tom nodded. He glanced back at Elizabeth.
"I've got better seats for you, if you like" Tom offered. "Is Jessica with you?" Elizabeth nodded.
"And Todd" She added. "Todd's her husband". Tom nodded.
"I know, Ken Matthews told me Liz" Tom confirmed. Elizabeth shuffled her feet awkwardly. "It's okay Liz, it must be still hard for you"
"No, it's weird but not hard" Elizabeth admitted. "The hardest thing I ever did was let you go"
Tom zoned in on her tone then smiled "Not anymore".