I hate this feeling.
Just as it was the night before when I waited for news on my Dad's condition, my stomach was in knots, and I was desperate to throw up.
I look down at my outfit. My long, flowing, brown locks are naturally curled and pulled back into a half ponytail. The white Alexander McQueen knitted dress with black flower patterns hits my knees. Because the rest of the world actually has seasons, I pair it with black tights leggings and knee length black boots.
As I pace the near empty hallway, my heels echoing against the walls, Liam watches me while he sips his coffee. It's one of the things I love most about him, he knows when to try and calm me down and when to give me my space to work things through on my own.
There's still forty minutes before we meet with the Judge. When I had demanded the night before that we leave the house at 7:45, over an hour before our meeting, Liam didn't question it. He simply nodded and said 'okay'.
Finally giving up, I sit down on the bench next to him. He takes my hand in his, picks it up and kisses it.
"Deep breaths love, you need to be confident and put together. You're the best choice, make sure the Judge sees that too."
I nod my head, trying so hard to remind myself to calm down. My phone begins to light up and buzz. I look down. It's my publicist calling. Shit, this isn't going to be good.
"Liz, please be calm. Deep clea-"
"Calm my ass!" She screamed. "Jennifer Shrader Lawrence, have you completely lost your mind?! Do you have any idea...I just...fuck! I can't even form a sentence correctly!"
"Look, I know this is a bit of a surprise." I explain as I begin to pace again.
"A surprise? A surprise is when you leave the country without telling me! This, this is...Jesus Christ, I don't even know what this is!"
I had a tendency to be a publicists worst nightmare at times. I was impulsive, outspoken, and often times inappropriate. There were many a times Liz was on the phone trying to defuse things.
"No, sir, I can assure you, it was supposed to be a joke. First Wives Club?"
"Yes...uh-huh, uh-huh, yes I know that she is not supposed to be swearing on national television."
"I really don't care if parents are freaking out, she is not really Katniss Everdeen, she's Jennifer Lawrence and she's twenty two years old! If she wants to go out and get drunk, she's earned the right!"
But adopting a child on a whim took the cake.
"How do you expect me to keep this out of the press?? I'm a publicist, not a miracle worker! Not to mention the amount of interviews I've had to cancel! How do you expect me to explain your absence at these press events??" She fretted.
"Tell them I'm recovering from a nose job and breast enhancements. While we're at it, you can tell them I got ass cheek enhancements as well."
I hear her sigh heavily.
"Jen, as your publicist, and someone who has known you for eight years now, I have to say it. This is going to kill your career. You are one of the most sought after actresses in Hollywood right now, you have worked so damn hard to get here. You are in your prime, you could easy make four movies a year. Is this child really worth throwing all of that away?"
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When love takes over
FanfictionWhen Jennifer Lawrence receives a call that her father has been hospitalized, she rushes back home to Kentucky to be by her family's side. While there, Jenn meets a girl who will forever change her life, and causes her to question what's more import...