Trudeau

Surprises Prt. I

Unsteady (Erich Lee Gravity remix) - X Ambassadors
Let it go - James Bay

A/N: DID ANY OF U WATCH THE TONYS BC MY LOVE HAMILTON WON 11 TONYS AND MY BB DAVEED DIGGS AND LESLIE ODOM, JR. GOT INDIVIDUAL TONYS (so dos Lin and Reaneé (is that how u spell it?) but I just really love Daveed and Leslie)

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As I rush down the Ottawa streets, everything feels slow motion. My legs almost like lead. I navigate through people (when I say navigate I mean run into them and apologize). Just when I thought I couldn't arrive any sooner the the Prime Minister's office, I see the building. I stand there, breathless for a moment before I rush through security and rush to Justin's office. I don't even bother knocking.

"Justin!" I yell as he looks up from his computer screen in shock. Instantly he stands up and approaches me.

"What? Eliza are you okay!?" Justin begins looking me up and down to see if anything is wrong.

There, I loose it. His eyes full of concern and love. The tears that have been building up all day, finally let loose. "Justin, check Daily Mail's Twitter." I gasp. Justin pulls me into a hug as he notices my tears.

"Eliza, please calm down and tell me why." Justin pulls back and sits me down on the couch as my shaky hands reach for my phone. I search Daily Mail's account and find it. I hand him the phone, unable to accept it.

@dailyMailCAN: BREAKING NEWS: Justin Trudeau's AFFAIR (pictures). http://dailymail.can//dol.ply

I see Justin's face fall. I notice his chest rise and fall quicker as he reads the headline. Within minutes, he is trending on Twitter.

"Eliza, I-I don't know what to do." Justin's normally strong voice cracks. Both of us stare at each other for a moment trying to think.

"We need Telford." I confess as I begin reading the article myself. "And you need to go to Sophie. Right now. I'll take care of this. You need to get to her before this does." I push him off the couch and towards the door. My heart barely able to keep itself together.

"Eliza, I can't just let you-" I cut him off.

"Yes, yes you can. I have less at stake than you do." I push him out the office. As Justin leaves I close the door and melt down to the ground sobbing. What the fuck was I thinking? God, I should've never done this. I'm a fucking idiot. Now what do I do? I'm Canada's Monica Lewinsky. I shakily grab my phone and call Telford.

"I know. I'm on my way. I've seen it." Telford sternly replies as I nod. She hangs up. I lean my head against the door, tears still raining down. I'm so sorry, Justin. Every possible scenario runs through my head as I think of ways to solve this. I could go back to America. Never have to worry about him again and vice Versa. Or I could just leave the country. Never to be seen or heard from again. Or I could die. I would be at peace with that.

"Fuck this." I laugh a little through my tears. It's kind of funny, in a morbid sense. I can't tell why I want to laugh, I just need to.

A slam on the door brings me out of my pity party. "Eliza, come on. We have things to do." I slowly get up and open the door. I feel so embarrassed as not only Telford but all the Media team is waiting outside his office. They quickly all shuffle in. "Where's Justin?"

"I told him to go home. He has Sophie and the kids." I shrug, wiping the tears from my eyes.

"Good thinking. Because we are about to have to create a huge lie, and we all know Justin would object to that." Telford raises her thick eyebrows.

"You're not wrong." I laugh a little bit as I sit down next to the media team.

"Okay, folks, let's get down to business. First off, Yes. Miss Eliza and Justin were having an affair. So let's get that out of the way. It's now our job to make sure no one believes that." Telford orders. "We need a full proof alibi for the two of them. Within the next 2 hours before this is too far gone."

"Okay team, this is going to be easy. We've dealt with much worse." A member confesses. "These are just pictures of the two of them together alone. Nothing else."

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"So let's go over this one more time." Gavin, the media team director, commands me to do.

"I'm a social justice lawyer who was interning here to be able to really get to talk to Justin on his social equality ideas and whatnot. He's been my mentor since then. A lot of times we talk in private because it's easier to talk without a lot of chaos." I repeat after minutes of memorizing.

"Has Justin ever made a pass at you?" Gavin practices possible questions people may ask me.

"No. He's been very respectful of me." I lie, the lie becoming more natural.

"Have you ever made a pass at him?" Gavin looks at me.

"I'll admit, I'm like every other girl when it comes to Justin Trudeau, he's attractive. But I've never acted on those thoughts." I smile gently.

"Great! Now, we need Justin back here." Gavin calls for Telford.

"I'll get a hold of him." Telford sighs.

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"Justin, I'm sorry." I whisper in our short passing before his press conference.

His sad eyes turn towards me for a moment and my heart skips a beat. I want to kiss him and say it will be okay, "It is what it is."

I sigh, "Justin, I don't know what to say now. I'm sorry we were both stupid?"

Justin shrugs, "I guess that works."

"Yeah." I laugh, "How is she?"

Justin's face falls even more, "She's taking it all in. Um, I'm on the couch for a while. We didn't have much time to talk about it honestly. The kids don't know and...," Justin's voice cracks, "I've fucked up. Jesus Christ, I've fucked up." Justin begins running his fingers through his hair and pacing around.

I don't even know how to help him. It's my fault he's in this mess, and I can't exactly tell him it's going to be okay - because it may not be.