THE REAL YOU & ME ━━ ❝ what if every girl's favorite fandom of snamione came true? j.k. rowling has read many stories about her favorite actor as well as actress. after many pleads in fan mail for a movie on their love based on fanfics, she decides...
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Walking against the cool brisk wind, I arrived at Aux Pains de Papy twenty minutes early. Sitting down at a table placed outside, I begin clicking my fingers on the table. It's a nervous habit I have. Part of me screamed just do it, tell him! But another told me to not to and save my friend or friends from embarrassment, including myself.
I looked at my watch, it was eleven-fifteen. Alan said he would meet me at eleven-thirty. As the minutes ticked by, they seemed to feel like hours. All last night I couldn't rest my mind, so I started an outline of everything, coming up with ideas and images of how it all would be. Just as the waitress came by for the third time, there was a slam of a car door and clicking of cameras.
"Alan!"
"Alan! Over here!"
"Alan, straight ahead!"
"Look this way!"
I looked over to see Alan Rickman exit a black limo and walk across the street. Awaiting paparazzi was crowding around him. He just smiled and waved, then eventually put his head down to walk against the wind. Walking up to the front of the shop, he saw me. I waved as I got up from the table he walked over to. Before taking his place in the seat I embraced him in a warming hug where he kissed me on the cheek before letting go of me. I smiled and sat down as he did.
"Does that ever get old?" I asked him. He let out a hearty laugh and then flashed a toothy smile.
"You tell me, Jo. You are a celebrity." He said, the same way Professor Snape did when filming the first ever Harry Potter film, The Sorcerer's Stone. The goosebumps that tickled my arms made me all smiley, causing me to lower my head.
"Well, not like before." With furrowed brows he reached his hand across the table and placed it on mine, giving it a light squeeze. "But let's not dwell on me, how's life?" He patted my hand and leaned back in his chair.
"It's been going... fine. Health, great. Acting, slow but fine. Love life, none." I let out a gasp, covering my mouth. Did he just insinuate what I thought he did?
"Wait! So, you mean you and..." he nodded his head before I even finished my sentence, letting it trail off into the clinks and clatters of silverware against plates amongst the many patrons.
"Yes, unfortunately Rima decided to leave me. Said she wasn't able to keep up with me as well as something along the lines about there no longer being a spark." He seemed saddened as he said this and let out a sigh. I felt awful, never would I have imagined they would separate. I thought they were high school sweethearts or something of the sort.
"I'm so sorry, Alan." I said with a sympathetic frown. I really was. He waved his hand at me and crossed them across his chest.
