The next few months were busy, we were both working hard, we both lost track of time - and time zones - and things got kinda hard. I'd finished filming a week before him and had spent the week moping about.
"Just bloody call him" my assistant and total bestie was fed up of me.
"Well I don't want to be the annoying clingy one. I guess it's fallen into what it was always going to be. Perhaps when we're back in the same country or something"
"Nope. I'm not standing for it. Do something. You guys are cute together and I like you much more when you're happy and annoying someone else" she grabbed my phone and managed to press call on his number despite my best wrestling efforts. I quickly ended the call and panicked.
"What the fuck, Annie!" She looked pleased.
"You'll thank me in the long run"
Pedro - hey, you ok?
Me - yeah sorry pocket dial. Hope filming is good.
Pedro - 4 more days.
Pedro - can you talk?
Fuck! No kisses, short messages. Maybe he had had enough.
Incoming call
I missed the call panicking.
Pedro - I don't think I can keep doing this
Fuck! I lost all breath.
Incoming call
Pedro - please pick up. Shit.
Tears pricked my eyes
Pedro - shit that sounds awful. Not what I meant.
Pedro - how do you delete a fucking message. Can you call? Please.
Incoming call.
I picked up but couldn't make any sound to answer.
"Sophie?" He sounded stressed. "Fuck. That message wasn't meant to sound like that. I mean I can't keep doing this, the long distance thing" he rambled and I sniffed back tears "fuck no, not like that. I mean, can we find a way to be together? Like actually together. Soph?" I took a moment to take in what he was saying.
"What do you mean?"
"Shit I'm sorry. Don't cry. Please. This is not a conversation to cry about. Fucking texts! I meant...I can't do this being away and not knowing when I will see you again. And that I can't do it because I want to find a way to be with you, not because I don't want to do this. I want to do us."
"That's not quite what it sounded like" I wiped my tears and took a breath.
"I know. That's why I called. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I've been so shit at messages lately, every time I spoke to you I felt like my chest hurt not being with you; it was a little less painful to just not message."
"I get that"
"And now there's an end to being apart in sight, And I don't want to keep doing it again, not without a plan to have you back, to know where you are. Where we are" he was talking really quickly, like he had to get it all out in one go, but then he paused and took a breath. "I'm totally into you. Te amo, Mi Vida" he took another deep breath.
"I actually know what that means" I smiled down the phone.
"Good. I mean it."
I sighed. "This has been the strangest 10 minutes of my life" we both laughed.
"I'm sorry. Look, can we go away? I know we talked about it. Are you free, like in a few days"
"I can be yes"
"Right, I'll book you tickets and we'll go away and we can plan how we do this. Properly. You ok?"
"I am, yeah."
"Ok. I've got to get back to set. I'll call you later?"
"I'll answer first time this time - I promise"
"Good. I love you" it sounded even better when he said it in English.
"I love you too"
We hung up and I sat for a moment taking the whole 15 mins in. Annie appeared at the door. "You ok?" She tilted her head and I filled her in.
He text later asking for my passport number and then booked me flights to the US, he planned that he'd meet me at the airport for a connecting flight. And two days later I was on the flight and more excited than I'd ever been for an actual future.
"There she is" he smiled over as I walked up to the boarding gate for our internal flight. He quickly checked around us that no one had spotted us and pulled me in for a hug and a kiss "I've fucking missed you" he hummed into to top of my head as he held us close. We managed to keep a low profile, I had my hair in a messy bun, and a big hoody on, he had a baseball hat and we both wore our glasses and actually we managed to look like any other couple about to board a flight, I just hoped we could keep it that way for a bit.
There were very few people on our flight, I was so tired from a day of already flying that the 4 hours to Costa Rica, our private stop in the way to Chile later in the week, was spent dozing on Pedro. As soon as we took off I snuggled into him and curled my feet up, his arm around me, my eyes closed as he told me about his plans.
"So I've found this hotel, it's got all the pools and we can wander down to the beach. There's a spa and we have a little private jacuzzi on our balcony. The tub is big enough for us both" he pulled me closer "I can't wait to do all sort of wicked things to you," he groaned, "oh, the plans I have for pools and tubs, and the fucking big bed" we chuckled.
"You'd better let me sleep now or all I'll be doing in that bed is sleeping" I joked.
"I got cha." He pulled the blanket over me properly and I drifted off.
