Being a Hollywood Actor's Girlfriend

Accident

Andrea's POV

I ran out of the studio as fast as I could. I did not want to stay in that place for even a moment longer. My life was nothing? Anybody could just play with my feelings? I could not bear it.

I was shocked. I was in trauma. Finnick kissing Maclove was bad enough..but that Finnick was pretending..acting all the time, this was far worse. He never liked me. He was just acting.

Once the first tear broke free, the rest followed with an unbroken stream. But I was surprised to know how soothing it felt to cry my heart out. I am actually enjoying the feeling of the tears running down on my cheeks and taste of salt on my lips.

I never had any boyfriend and didn't even know somebody who could be mine. I never felt this attracted to someone. And that someone now broke my heart. That someone just played with my feelings. That someone was my first boyfriend.Finnick.

I don't think anything could cheer me up. I feel dejected.

As I run on the road, I hear Finnick shouting behind me but I can't make out what he is saying as there are a million voices playing in my mind.

I started feeling dizzy. I can't seem to concentrate where I am going. My arms and legs feel like jelly and they feel cold and warm at the same time. My hairs are a tangled mess and my hearing is muffled as if I have a pair of ear-muffs on my ears.

I see a car coming from the front. I could briefly make out the car honking. But my legs were rooted to my current spot. I could not move. Or maybe, I didn't want them to move. This was a perfect way to end my terrible, sad life. An end to all my sorrows which the recent days had brought.

The car came closer and closer, it's horns blaring. And it just brushes past me. A deep piercing pain envelops around my leg and I see blood on my ankle-region.

My blood.

I see dark shadows around the edges of my vision before I went into unconsciousness.

Finnick's POV

I felt terrible telling everything to her calmly. I could see the horrified look in her eyes at my telling all this as if she didn't mattered to me. But she did.

I wish I could tell her that.

But I cannot.

I acted very calm and cool in front of her, while inside I was breaking myself. But I could not show that to Andrea and Love. I needed to look unbothered as Andrea was supposed to be a 'nobody' to me..she was just a person chosen to be a part of this contest...but she was not.

I felt horrible that I hurt Andrea.

I could not see her crying.

I ran behind her as she fled from the studio, with her face wet with tears.

I hear Love grumbling about something but it doesn't matter to me. What matters to me is Andrea.

But..but why?

I call out to her to stop but she doesn't stop. I can't bear seeing her like this. I was the one who caused that. She slit her wrists because she saw me kissing Love, that's why she was angry with me and was behaving strangly. I just wish she won't harm herself now that she knows there was nothing between her and me.

I am broke by my reverie after hearing a car honking loudly. I see a car coming from the front and Andrea standing in the middle of the road, still in daze.

Shit.

My heart started pounding at an increasingly rapid pace. I can't reach to her in time. There is a lot more distance to cover between us. I yell at her while running but she is still standing in the same position.

Shit.

I now wish this was as easy in movies. The hero comes out of nowhere and saves his girl with a heroic pose. I wish I could do exactly the same. Me saving Andrea. Wait. Does that mean Andrea is my girl?

But I am seeing the opposite in front of my eyes and I can do nothing to save her. All I wish is to close the distance between her and me.

I shouted in disbelief as I saw the car brushing past Andrea. Her soft hands and legs were brushed against the car. I noticed the blood coming out of her ankle-region.

What did the driver think? Driving a car in the middle of the road!

I see her collapsing on the floor, her face full of pain.

I ran as fast as I could and finally reached her. I took her in my arms and carried her to my car.I messaged Love that I am going home.

I carried Andrea to my room and laid her on the bed carefully. Her forehead was beaded with sweat and the tears had left marks on her face.

Tears caused by me.

I needed to clean her wound and get her rid of her now-dirty clothes..I innocently decided.

After one hour, Andrea was sleeping, her ankle bandaged by me and her clothes changed by me. It was difficult to do so but I assure you I enjoyed it.

I was the one who caused this situation. Because of me, she had been crying so much. So she was my responsibility. I had to take care of her, right?

I don't know why seeing her on my bed, wearing a simple red top and blue shorts (I picked good clothes for her, right?) with a peaceful expression on her face, I was getting bad ideas in my mind.

Heck.

What am I even thinking?

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