Helena Bonham Carter One Shots

P1 Obsessions

'Okay okay calm down you can do this. This'll be is like in rehearsals... Except in rehearsals thousands of people weren't watching. Shut up! Concentrate!'

Your mind was racing as you stared out at the stage form behind the curtains. This was it. Your big moment. The thing you'd been training for you whole life. To perform with the London Symphony Orchestra was your dream and now it was about to happen.

About to happen in;
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You were ushered in stage.
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You sat down at the piano.
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You scrambled open the sheet music.
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Your eyes darted around the room. So many eyes.
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The lights came up. Show time.

"You did great (y/n)," an older man by the name of joe said. He'd been friends with your dad since you were little. "But next time... watch your posture." He always did that. Bring you up and bring you down at the same time. You couldn't blame him for it, he had taught you everything you knew.

Later in the car ride home with your dad you thought about what he had said. 'Next time, next time, next time? You'd get to do it again?' You were pulled out of your thoughts by your dad.

"Hey (y/n)," he said smiling at you in the rearview mirror. "I'm so proud of you. I wouldn't have been able to perform with all those celebrities in the audience."
Your heart skipped a beat. "Wh-what celebrities?" You muttered out.
"Oh you know, I think I saw Huge Jackman, Sean Bean... oh and what's her face was there with her kids!. You know Helena Bonham Carter. That's it!"
"That's cool dad." Was all you could get out. Your face was beat red. Maybe it was for the best you weren't told about that before you went on. You didn't know if you could of handled it otherwise.

You turned to your phone. You hadn't even turned it on yet. So busy with everything. The glow of the start up screen illuminated your face. The sudden change of lighting only showed you how tired you were. All you wanted to do was go home and sleep but that feeling didn't last long.

You were greeted with 4 missed calls and 11 different people texting you. Some just congratulating you, other sharing what had happened.

A video of you performing a particularly hard section of music had been posted on Twitter. Your jaw dropped. 100k likes. 67k retweets. 1.7 million views. Your name was trending! Everyone was talking about you. Cute piano girl. That's what they were calling you.

How could you get to sleep tonight now?

~~~~~ Five years later ~~~~~

Tonight was a big night, the royal variety performance, and you were a headlining act. Prince Harry had requested you make an appearance since everyone loved you so much last year. Some people have there five minutes of fame and then disappear but you had managed to hold on. Now you were one of the most sought after pianists in the country

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You walked onto the stage.
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You waved to the audience.
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You took a seat at your piano.
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You gave the cameras a smile.
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You begin.

The crowd loved you. They always did. However one person caught you eye. You saw her in the booth up above. Helena Bonham Carter. She'd been at a show of yours round Christmas last year. You'd wanted to talk to her but never got the chance. Maybe this time you would. You gave the crowd one last wave before exiting the stage.

"I've never been more proud!" You didn't have a chance to prepare before you were ambushed by your dads loving arms. "My little girls all grown up!"

"Dad stop." You said laughing as you tried to find your footing "I love you too but we have to make our way to the booth now."

A member is security escorted the two of you to your viewing booth so you could watch the rest of the show in peace. It was a small dark room with a row of leather chairs and your dad had already help himself to the snack bar when you heard a knock at the door. You got up to answer it opening the door to reveal her. Helena.

"Hi." You choked out.

"Hello dear." She said beaming at you "can I have a word?" She looked behind you at your dad who was busy laughing at some stand up. He wouldn't notice if you popped out for a second.

"Sure" you said walking out into the small corridor that connected all the viewing booths.

"I just wanted to say," she looked down at the feet and fiddled with her hair. "That well, I think you are amazing." She looked up meeting your eyes and you felt you heart leap.

'Amazing me? Helena thinks I'm amazing'

You'd heard it form all sorts of people but never someone like her. She was, well, she was Helena Bonham Carter! She was incredible!

"I think you are too" you said with hot flushes cheeks. The air felt stiff. Neither of you spoke. Too busy over thinking what the other was thinking. "I should go," you broke the silence "there only so long I can leave him before he notices."

Helena gave a small laugh "yes I understand," you turned to leave but she tapped your arm to stoping you. Her touch was electrical against your skin. "Do keep in touch. I'd love to see you again." She handed you her phone number before walking off herself.

'Helenas number. She gave me her number. She gave me her number!'

Walking back into the booth you took a deep breath and let it out to calm yourself down. Then you heard it. Snoring.

"Come on dad," you gave him a nudge to wake him. He let out a confused grunt "I think it's time to go. We don't want to stay too late. We have a busy day tomorrow"

"What are we didn't tomorrow?" He grumbled.

"We're looking at house remember. I've got to move out some day."

"I don't want you to move out." He'd clearly been drinking

"I know dad. I know." You said helping him out the door before waking with security to your car.

The drive home was quite. Only the sound of the engine and your dads sleeping kept you company as you drove. The streets were empty but your mind was full.

'Helena gave me her number.'

To be continued...?

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This was a request and I had a really fun time writing it. Please comment if you want me to continue this. I have a idea of where it could go. Also if you have any other requests comment them and I'll write them.