The Strings Attached

Part 1

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She walked slowly, looking at her surrounding, not really knowing where to go. She scrambled to get her single bag from the baggage car at the far end of the airport. Then, she saw him.
His eyes glowing green, with a sparkle. His hair brown, shaggy and in his face. And his smile, beyond words.
Finally, they met again.

"What are you doing?" Someone says behind me, looking over my shoulder.

My eyes do a quick widen and I slam my laptop shut quicker then I should of. I turn my head over my shoulder to see Harry standing behind me, his his arms crossed. He raises an eyebrow when I catch his eye.

"I was just, uh, writing stuff down." I say, my voice going up half a pitch when I finish my sentence.

Harry does a quiet nod, and moves his gaze to look at the light overlooking the kitchen table. "Tom's locked himself in his room. The lads anxious as hell." He says and keeps his eyes up.

I shrug and keep looking at him. "Who wouldn't be. He's been waiting for months."

Just then I heard a giant thud from upstairs, and someone screaming. "MUM! DAD! HARRY! SAM! PADDY! ALEXA!" It was Tom screaming at the tops of his lungs. Tessa comes tearing down the stairs terrified.

I scramble up and follow Harry to the base of the stairs. Sam was already there, debating if he would want to go up. "What is it Tom?" I yell upstairs.

"I got the part! I got it!" He comes dashing down the stairs and stumbles a bit when he reaches the bottom step. "See see! Look!" Tom shoves his phone in our faces and all I see is a blurry mess through my glasses.

"As happy as I am Tom, are you sure?" Harry says and crosses his arms. "You know Marvel could of been hacked. They would of called you."

I look at Harry and squint my eyes at him. I shake my head is disappointment. "Harry what the hell?"

Toms face literally drops, and Sam starts howling beside us. Paddy then comes racing into us, and I pull him into a mini hug.

"I-I don't think they got hacked bro..." Tom trails off, sounding a bit sad and hopeless.

"They didn't Tom, it's fine." I reassure him, patting him on the shoulder. Harry still rolls his eyes in disbelief, and Sam continues to laugh like he's never laughed before.

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He didn't want to walk up to her and talk. He was too afraid. Afraid he would make a fool of himself and afraid that she wouldn't even remember him.
But she did remember him.
Oh did she ever.

The plane landed in Germany, and I gathered my things from around my seat. Tom in fact did get the part, and they phoned him the very next day. They pretty much dragged him out there to start filing Civil War. He didn't have a major part but I'm pretty sure he's getting his own movie after this.

Tom had begged me to come with him. Since I had already done my university courses I had lightly agreed. With a day to spare, I packed my bags that consisted of clothes, my photography stuff, my writing supplies and my laptop. But Tom had also dragged someone else along with us. Harrison.

Tom and Harrison have been best friends for as long as I could remember. I mean, the kids alright but I wouldn't call him my best friend. So when Tom announced that he was going to be his personal assistant, I wasn't overly thrilled but glad that there was someone else I knew behind the scenes.

"Do you know who we are meeting, Tom?" Harrison had asked after we got our baggage from the airport. We were sort of just standing there, in the middle of the airport.

"I hope so." Tom replies, looking confused.

I hadn't really said anything most of the trip. I've just been observing everything. I looked out the glass widows at the right of me to see boyfriends scooping up their girlfriends and kissing them. And parents being reunited with their kids. Just then I spotted a yellow taxi idling with no one going near it.

"Hey guys, I think we go to the taxi." I say and point to the car. Both Tom and Harrison look at me before directing their heads outside.

"You sure Alexa?" Harrison looks me right in the eye, making me shift uncomfortably in my spot and look away.

"Yeah I'm sure. Just come on." I say, sounding a bit harsh. Tom and Harrison hesitate for a second before following me outside and to the taxi.

"You guys Tom, Harrison and Alexa?" The driver asks, leaning out the window as we approach.

I walk up to the window and nod. "Yeah, your taking us to set?" I ask.

The driver nods, and he opens the truck. We quickly pile out stuff in the trunk and Tom is the first to hop in. Since I'm unfortunately the smallest of the three, they made me sit in the middle. Trust me, being stuck with Tom and Harrison in an old smelly can is a form of torture.

We make it to set about fourth five minutes later, and the drive was way longer then any of us had expected. We were greeted by groups of people who I presume were producers and directors.

As soon as Tom had stepped out of the vehicle, he was practically mobbed. Swarms of people surrounded him asking a billion questions. Harrison and I had awkwardly got out of the taxi and unloaded our stuff before the driver drove away.

"This is my sister, Alexa and my best mate, Harrison." Tom had randomly said and he pointed to us.

We both froze on spot, not exactly knowing what to do. Harrison was the first to give a little smile and wave. And I just stood there like the idiot I was.

"Well, let's go." Tom says and grabs his suitcase which I had been holding. I take a deep sigh in and follow Tom and the heard of people into set.

"So you guys can keep your stuff here for now. Tom, you have your own trailer since your filming. Alexa and Harrison however have to stay at the hotel across the street." One of the directors say to us and he clasps his hands together. "I can get you the room information if you like?" He suggests.

I already start to reach for my phone to write down what he says. "Sure, that'd be great." And I open notes.

"You guys should be room 804, on floor 8. Since most of the crew is staying there, if you just say your with the set there should be no problem, okay?" The director shifts his weight from te left to the right and looks down at either mine or Tom's shoes.

"Perfect, thank you." I say and put my phone back in my back pocket of my jeans.

I take a sharp breath in, realizing he only said one room and not two. I'm pretty sure Harrison realizes the same thing as he glances my way and catches my eye. Harrison and I have to share a hotel room.

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