a continent apart

chapter 1. Shattered Hearts and Unexpected Journeys

Oliver's pov:

"Alright, everyone, our flight to Paris is boarding, so let's go," my manager announced, urging us towards the private jet. I grabbed my suitcase and also picked up my girlfriend's bags because she preferred not to carry anything while she busied herself texting and shopping online. With her fresh manicure, she was determined not to break a nail.

"This is going to be so much fun! Shopping in Paris, dining at the best restaurants, and having romantic late nights. I can't wait!" my girlfriend Ella cheered, completely engrossed in her phone, texting her friends and editing her Instagram pictures.

"We're not going to do that, remember? I wanted to relax for once instead of shopping. I even planned a little date at the park next to a really great cafe\/restaurant," I replied, as we boarded the plane and stored our bags in the overhead compartment before finding our seats.

"Well, I want to go shopping. I don't want to go to some dirty park and a cheap cafe. It's gross. I'm too pretty to be seen there. Why can't we just go to a fancy restaurant?" Ella complained, whining in an attempt to have her way, as always. Sitting beside her, I responded, "We can do that another time. I'm always doing whatever you want, every single time we're together. It's not fair. Plus, I want to hang out with my friend who will also be there, someone I haven't spent much time with lately." I buckled my seatbelt and took out my songbook and headphones for the plane ride.

Ella scoffed and ignored me for the rest of the plane ride. I rolled my eyes and plugged in my phone, turning on some music, and tried to write my songs, or at least make an attempt. While I'm at it, I should introduce myself and share a bit about my somewhat crazy world. Hi, my name is Oliver Thomas Henderson. I'm from England, born and raised. I recently turned 27, but I didn't have a huge celebration as my girlfriend went on a three-week girls trip. I have a girlfriend named Ella, but I'm unsure how long she'll be in my life. She's a model for several places, but that's because of me. I'm the one who helped her, and she frequently relies on my money.

My favorite color is green, and I have a few animals: a cat and a dog, who happen to be best friends. They are currently being taken care of by my aunt and uncle, who they love dearly. I stand at 6'0, so I'm pretty tall, and I have medium-long brown hair. My eyes are a light shade of brown, which people often find pretty, especially in the light. I'm a singer and songwriter, and I go by the names Olie or Oliver Thomas. My friends, family, and even my girlfriend call me Olie, and on rare occasions, she still calls me "babe." I guess that's love, right?

I've never had a proper relationship. I've encountered my fair share of gold diggers and self-entitled girls who only cared about expensive jewelry, high-end restaurants, and wine, all paid for by me because they were interested in my money and fame. Unfortunately, a good portion of my songs revolve around heartbreak, as it's something I've become accustomed to. I even wrote a song called "Numbed" because that's how I've felt. It seems like I'll never find love anywhere, but who knows? Maybe all it takes is finding someone from another country or continent. I'm always open to new experiences since ha pain and being used for fame and money is all I've ever known.

Macies pov:

"Come on, Macie, the plane is right here. We don't want to be late and risk losing our jobs," my uncle urged as we made our way onto the plane, stowing our bags in the overhead compartment and settling into our seats.

"Are you excited, Macie?" my uncle asked, taking his seat next to me and fastening his seatbelt.

"Yeah, I'm pretty excited. This trip is just what I need. I've been facing writer's block and going through a tough break-up," I replied, trying to hold back tears as the pain was still fresh in my mind.

I had gone to his house to tell him about the amazing opportunity, hoping he might want to join me since he was on a break from his college stuff. As I approached the door, I heard noises coming from inside. I didn't think much of it, assuming he might be playing video games or chatting with friends. Still smiling, I used the key he gave me and entered the house, closing the door behind me as I made my way through. The noises grew louder, coming from his bedroom, and it sounded like him and a girl. Tears welled up in my eyes as I walked closer and opened the door, only to find my best friend and my boyfriend partially undressed and making out.

"Bri? Ryan? How could you?" I screamed in shock and pain. Both of them turned around, shocked by my sudden appearance. My boyfriend hastily grabbed his clothes, trying to explain, "Babe, it's not what it looks like," while my friend quickly covered herself with the bedsheet.

"Yes, it is exactly what it looks like. And you know what? You can have each other. Ryan, we're done! Never talk to me again. I don't want to see either of you ever again," I yelled, my voice trembling as my heart shattered into a thousand pieces. Flinging the key towards his mistress, I stormed out of the house, slamming both his bedroom and front door. Tears streamed down my face as I slowly made my way to my car.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him chasing after my car, pleading for me to come back. I couldn't believe he would do such a thing. I thought he was different. The thoughts circled in my mind as I drove away, sobbing uncontrollably, trying to hold myself together.

"I know, Macie. He was a real jerk to do that to you. Maybe you'll find someone else who is worthy of your heart. Not all men are like him, you know," my uncle comforted, his sad eyes meeting mine as he wiped away the stray tears I didn't even notice were falling.

"Maybe, but I don't know how much more my heart can take. It feels so fragile now," I whispered back, turning to gaze out the window, reaching for my phone and headphones, and putting on music from my playlist. I also grabbed my computer, seeking solace in familiar tunes and distraction. My uncle sighed, rubbing my back gently, as the plane took off from the runway.

Hi, everyone! My name is Macie Rose Parker, but my family and close friends call me Mace. I'm 25 years old, turning 26 very soon in July. My favorite color is blue, and I absolutely adore animals. Dogs, cats, rabbits, you name it - I love them all. But if I had to choose, I have a soft spot for cats and horses. Also I'm 5'6 in height yes I'm short but its fine I'm happy with how tall I am.

Cooking and baking are two of my passions, and I also enjoy spending my time reading and writing. Unfortunately, I don't have many friends anymore. My ex-boyfriend cheated on me with one of my friends, which really shattered my trust and hurt me deeply. It's been a struggle to move on and heal from that pain.

Physically, I have green eyes and dark brown hair, with a blue ombre that extends from the top to the ends because blue is my favorite color, as I mentioned before. I've had my fair share of broken hearts as well. It seems like it's all I've ever known and felt in relationships. Each of my boyfriends has ended up breaking my heart, including the most recent one you just heard about. It's been a series of heartbreaks, and I'm tired of being hurt over and over again.

But despite all the pain, I still hold onto hope. I want to find love again and experience a connection that will make me forget about all the heartbreak I've been through. I'm tired of feeling broken and hurt, and I believe that there must be someone out there who's meant for me.

So, in an attempt to embrace new possibilities and adventures, I've decided to take a leap of faith. I'm joining my uncle on a trip where we'll be helping him take pictures of a celebrity. The details of the trip are still a mystery to me since my uncle wants to surprise me when we arrive. We might