Adam had to admit Jim's guest bed is more comfortable than most hotel beds he has slept on. Spending the night at a friend's just generally changed the atmosphere —while it could not change his current state of mind.
He didn't suddenly dislike Adeline because of what she did, even if a part of him wished he could. But what did she even do? She didn't confess her feelings for him, he was almost sure she had. Well, almost. She slept with another dude hours after he told her how he felt about her. I mean, we aren't detached, we are friends.
The back and forth in his head which was overshadowed by a general state of sadness and anger didn't stop until late in the night, stealing him sleep and instead making him shift too many times. He wasn't sure if the way he naturally felt after last night was how he wanted to feel towards her ever.
When he woke up the next morning, quite exhausted since the sleep has not really given him the relaxation or regeneration he needed, he wanted home. Not to stay but to leave from there. It was Sunday morning, pretty early still, he figured judging by the singing of birds and the still rising sun. The alarm clock on his nightstand confirmed his theory, telling him it was only 8. Adam stood up, packed his stuff and left a note for his friend on his kitchen counter thanking him for letting him stay.
Once he turned off to the right into his street he immediately noticed something was different. A huge crowd of people with cameras and microphones stood in front of his house.
Adam has been lucky up to now, he has lived in said street for almost five years and no one had ever seemed to figure out where he lives. He of course enjoyed and appreciated that, being a fan of privacy. Every time the information was about to spread out into the world because someone on Twitter had somehow found it out and posted it or was threatening to sell it to the papers, Sarah did everything in her living power to prevent it from leaking. But someone must have been smarter than her this time. Fuck.
He was afraid to be having to walk through that crowd. They for sure would take pictures of him using it for another great article. And with him looking as bad as he did this morning he was even more aggravated by that. They would find irrational reasons for his state to put as a big headline over that terrible picture of his they would snap once he walked out. And Adeline would probably see it too. He hoped there was no one up at her front door.
A bit before he decided to move here a lot of people had expressed concerns over his house. But it doesn't have a garage, you should get one with a garage, for your safety! Just think of what could happen to your car! Don't you think you can hide better if you had your own garage?
But he didn't want to hide, they should, they should be ashamed of themselves. He never regretted not having had listened to them but now he cursed his past self. Adam stepped out of his car with his sunglasses on, knowing he didn't have a choice. The actor threw his bag over his shoulder looking down the whole time, trying to find his way to his house while having to meander thrugh the crowd and the flashing of the lights they created. Some of the journalists asked questions he didn't really understand, but he didn't care. He finally reached his door and closed it behind him as soon as possible. He sighed deeply, put his weekender down, shut the blinds and called Sarah.
Once Sarah was on the line he didn't even let her speak first.
"Sarah! What is this shit-show outside my door? There are people everywhere and they won't leave. I barely got into my own house!"
He didn't sound angry, he wasn't angry with her, knowing she always did the best she could. But Sarah noticed that her client sounded scared almost, out of breath along with a shaky voice.
"Adam, I promise only got the information that your address was leaked five seconds ago! I will find out where it comes from and take care of it..." Now she sounded concerned. "...are you okay though?"
"I'm fine I guess just- ugh...I don't want to be here right now I feel terrible."
He sighed. "Of course...do you want me to book you a hotel room, we could totally get you into the-"
"No, no actually I want out of London. You know what? I'll go to Cannes." Normally his rushed decision would make her happy, even if there wasn't much to promote at the moment Cannes was always good press. But under that circumstances? It would start at Friday which meant there wasn't much time to prepare for anything and along with the news it sure would be total chaos.
"Okay look I can for sure plan Cannes out for you but with the small period time left and the current situation, don't expect everything to be picture perfect please, I can't-" She breathed deeply and Adam interrupted her: "I don't care okay? I know everything you do you do at your best."
"Thanks okay, then first things first since it seems you want out as soon as possible I'll book you a private flight in like three hours? Oh! Do you want to stay at the Carlton again? I can book you in for how long? A week?" She was rambling and he suddenly felt bad for creating such chaos for her.
"No, make it two!" Adam said now sadly he needed out, everything here reminded him of her.
"Well alright then, I'll e-mail you all the information later and clear the situation, hang on!"
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RomanceAdam Talley has made himself quite the name as an actor. As well as a reputation of a charmer in the lady department. And although he loves his job, a normal evening with friends still makes him the happiest. Even more so, when he first lays his eye...
