Love on London

Chapter 22: On Set

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Important Note:

This is not a chapter with any of The Wanted boys so you can skip it to the next chapter, but small details in this chapter will be mentioned in further chapters and Shia La Beouf is in this chapter (He will come into the story closer to the end). Thanks for reading :)

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‘I will never let you fall,

I’ll stand up with you forever.

I’ll be there for you through it all.

Even if saving you sends me to heaven.

Cause you’re my… You’re my… My… My true love, My whole heart.

Please don’t throw that away…

Cause I’m here… For you.

 Please don’t walk away, and please tell me You’d stay.

Use me as you will.

Pull my strings just for a thrill,

But I know I’ll be okay,

Even though my skies are turning grey.

…I will never let you fall.

I’ll stand up with you forever.

I’ll be there for you through it all,

Even if saving you sends me to heaven… Because I’m your guardian angel.’

Never have I felt those words to be more so wrong. They were nothing but false lies and sad regrets. A camera rolled past and a hand went to my shoulder, I threw it off and scrunched the paper up.

“Hannah…”

“No! LEAVE ME BE!” I scream and push away before falling to my knees and erupted in tears, my hands shook and the rest of my body trembled. “WHY CANT YOU JUST LEAVE ME!” I scream taking hold of the sand. The waves rolled onto the beach and I found myself taking a breath with each to steady myself from the storm surge of sadness and heartbreak.

“Hannah we can’t stop now, we have to find the others before…” I stood up and faced him, I could feel the anger flaring through my eyes but when I looked at his face I felt pain as well.

He’d stopped speaking, holding back what looked like tears.

“Hannah I love you, please, please…” he said and his hand went to my face.

I froze still shaking from the sadness and hurt, but before I could forgive him a fiery pain attacked my stomach and I ripped away from his grip.

“Please don’t give in it…” he said, the words coming out in a whisper. There was a long pause and our gaze intensified.

“And look to your left,” someone shouted. I let my gaze snap to the left, the waves rolled across the beach in steady rhythmic beats. Almost like Jay’s heart… No stay in character! I tell myself and then a loud clap and, “CUT!” broke the air. I smiled and turned to Shia,

“That was pretty good,” I say to him and the camera crew moved aside for a moment.

“Yeah, remind me never to get on your bad side,” he joked and the co-director, Ruben, came up and started to speak.