Okay, back by popular demand (^_~), I have a new chapter. Keep in mind that it's 3 in the morning and I have no beta, so there may be a few mistakes. My dear dear Marianna has volunteered to be sort of a makeshift beta for me and read through and pick out any mistakes. So I'll try to fix all that later.
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Okay, here we go...very short chapter...but oh well...

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Chapter 4~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Aislinn woke up to white sunlight from the window penetrating her eyelids. It was a Saturday morning and it had been almost a month since her encounter with Tom in the storage room. Her heart still raced a mile a minute at the mere thought. She never thought she would do something so intense on impulse, and yet have it feel so natural. She and Tom were still an "item". And they were still in that passionate first stage of their relationship.
As soon as she had gotten home that first night, Tom called her up.
She was still in the after shock of the encounter, and when she heard his silky, low voice address her from the other line, she felt her face burn and her heart leap.
After Aislinn found her voice and they got into talking, she found that she and Tom had a lot to talk about. Things that they couldn't just sit down and talk about during filming. They shared some common interests that sparked interesting conversation and they were able to have intellectual conversations focused on the differences they had. She and Tom got to know each other pretty well in the three hours they talked.
After awhile, as Aislinn lay draped over the side of her bed with the cordless phone pressed to her ear, she brought up an aspect of their day-old relationship.
"Are we ever going to tell anyone about us, Tom?" she had asked in a hushed tone.
The only way she knew he was still on the line was the silence broken by his gentle breathing. "I don't know...it's always been hard for me to have any kind of relationship with anyone. I went out with a girl named Lynette as you may have heard...and ever since, I've been hounded by journalists about it. Same with a girl named Katherine Nicholson. And all of that was completely made up," He sighed deeply. "I think it would be best if we kept it quiet. It isn't so much for my benefit, but for yours. If anyone got word that 'Tom Felton is Dating the Girl That Plays Pansy *For Real This Time*', you won't be safe at all. You wouldn't be able to go anywhere without being stalked. It's unhealthy. And even though we have only been together for a couple of hours, there's something special about you, Aislinn. I want my relationship with you to last."
Aislinn noted that she was a bit confused as to why Tom was acting as if they had been a couple for ages. It was too surreal. But nevertheless, at this comment she smiled one that he couldn't see.
"The feeling is mutual," she said.

New morning now, though. It was a Saturday, Aislinn had had a long week filming, and she needed to go grocery shopping. Her mom had sent in her weekly check for living necessities, like food, the previous day and she was running low on her rations. She needed to stock up.
As she was opening her wardrobe to select an outfit for the day, the telephone rang.
"Hello?"
"Aislinn...we need to talk...."
It was her mother. She sounded fatigued, and had reason to. As it was 10 a.m. for Aislinn, it was 3 a.m. for her mother. Something important must have been nagging at her. The tone in her mother's voice suggested that the forthcoming news was not something Aislinn wanted to hear.
"What is it, mom?"
In a strictly business-like manner, her mother went on to explain that they were really short on money. Aislinn's mother had been laid off and her father had to take up a third job. He was mentally devoured by lack of sleep and they were both stressed beyond belief. Their car broke down and now they had to rent a car every day. Her younger brother, Rhiann, was barely staying afloat in class due to depression. They needed to pay for medical treatment and, as it was nearing the end of the school year, Rhiann needed summer school. They did not have the money. Her family was struggling. At this, Aislinn grimaced and closed her eyes. Her family was never very well off. Aislinn always compared herself with Ron Weasley. Big, hard-working family...not a lot of money. In vain, she had wished that everything would go perfect for her. She was living her dreams and did not wish to have that ruined. She didn't stop to think about how her family was doing. Sure, she'd call every week, and check up on them...but it seemed like her mother had been hiding all of this away from her so as to not worry her. For a reason she couldn't justify, she blamed her family's problems on herself.
But her mother wasn't finished with her story just yet.
"Aislinn...we need money desperately. We can barely support ourselves, let alone you over on the other side of the globe. I know you are in heaven right now...but we are living the opposite. The money you are making..." Her mother trailed off.
"Aislinn, sweetheart...I think you need to come home."
Her heart dropped to the flat's worn out carpet and rebounded back up to her throat. At a total loss for words, Aislinn could only cry.

Aislinn spent the next hour, first with her face buried in her pillow as all her dreams shattered right before her, then moping about, half-heartedly packing things away. Right as she was about to call up authorities from the studio to explain the situation at hand, then telephone rang once more. She tried to put on a mask so she didn't voice her shitty mood to the individual on the other line. She picked up the receiver and muttered a disgruntled hello. The voice on the other end was Tom.
"Hey love, I'm thinking about going fishing today down at Bury Lake, and since you mentioned you'd like to go fishing with me sometime...how's today sound?"
Aislinn teared up. "I don't know if I'll be around long enough to do that, Tom."
"What do you mean?"
She took a shuddering breath. "I have to go back home."
"What?!" he shouted fiercly.
"I have to go home, Tom!" she repeated forcefully. "I have to go back home to America! I can't film anymore! I---" But her words were cut off as her crying drowned them out.
"I'm coming over. Now. Don't move." And with that, the line clicked.

Aislinn spent the next twenty five minutes in the mindset of this possibly being the last time she'll ever see Tom. Her thoughts were invaded when three abrupt knocks came on the door. Tom had arrived in almost half the time. He must have sped. She hurried over to it and swung it open to reveal Tom, who immediately peered into her tear streaked face with immense concern. Aislinn looked back into his deep colored eyes and, for another countless time, burst into tears and collapsed into his arms.
"Oh, sweetheart..." her murmured and kissed her forehead. "Tell me what's going on." She took his hand and led him from the doorway over to her bed where they sat down and she told him everything her mother had told her.
"And I *need* to help my family." She ran an agitated hand through her hair andgot up and started pacing. Tom patiently followed her with his eyes and listened intently. "They mean everything to me and it kills me to see them like this. But I have to abandon what is my life now. Filming, the friends I've made, this wonderful country and lifestyle. I have to leave all this behind. And you..." Her voice faded down to a whisper as she sat down on the corner of the bed. "I couldn't bear leaving you..."
She was looking down to her knees in a sort of defeat. Tom moved to the end of the bed next to her, cupped her chin with his hand and raised her face up to his.
Eyes sparkling, he whispered, "Come live with me."
Aislinn's insides seemed to have frozen for a moment as she stared back into the blue-gray pools. "What?"
He ran the back of his hand across her cheek and said, "Come live with me and my family. We have enough room and I know my mum wouldn't mind at all. I'd be more than happy if you came to stay with me, Aislinn, my love." And with a slight smirk settling on his lips, he added, "Completely free of charge."
Aislinn let that sink in for a moment. Then a smile spread across her face and she shrieked with joy and tackled Tom in a huge hug, so that she pushed him onto his back and she lay on top of him. She joyfully planted kisses over all of his exposed flesh while he held her close to him and laughed. She felt like her shattered world was beginning to mend.