Lost In Ya Love (Eddie Redmayne)

Fake Dates.

Three weeks had passed and Andrew and I were actually very good at pretending to date. Every second day I would walk his dog together with him for the paparazzi to get good pictures of us. Of course, acting like we couldn't live without one another. Whenever he came over to my place, we would just enjoy each other's company as friends, watch some movies or play video games. Our contract only said that we had to act like a couple for at least six months and that's what we did. Attend events together, answer the questions of interviewers, when asked about the relationship, and so on. It was a perfect illusion and everyone was buying it, except for the people that knew it was not real like Ashley and my family. The only one that I hadn't told about it all being fake was Eddie. I kind of didn't get the chance to because ever since he knew, he was behaving strange. He ignored most of my text messages and if he replied, it would just be a short text, saying he was on set and he didn't have time at that moment. It was weird; I had thought he would be happy for me but apparently he wasn't.

Currently, Andrew was sitting on my couch, playing with Leo, while I was getting ready for another fake date at the beach. As soon as I was ready and as soon as we walked out of my house, we didn't call each other by our names anymore, it was babe and honey. We drove to Venice Beach in his car, singing along to songs on the radio and just having a good time. Sadly, I had to be on set of Suicide Squad the next day. It was the movie I was going to star in and the filming had started a couple of days after I had moved back to LA. The movie was supposed to come out in September. Now, you would think: The filming of Fantastic Beasts started in August the year before and the movie is going to premiere in November, how is that possible? Simple answer. It took a lot more special effects to make the Warner Bros movie than Suicide Squad. Plus the directors had known that I was on set of that movie, so they had scheduled my scenes later during the process. 

As Andrew and I arrived at the beach, we were already in our roles of the lovebirds. Holding hands, kissing here and there and looking at each other admiringly. It was tiring but as I already mentioned, it was good press that especially I had needed. My breakdown at the bar had given me a bad reputation and that relationship was supposed to fix that. Andrew had a similar problem. He was rumored to be a player. 

Another three weeks had passed. Eddie was ignoring me completely, which I didn't quite understand. I hadn't done anything wrong but his behavior got weirder and weirder with every day that passed by. One day he would text back normally and the next he would ignore me completely. Maybe it was just the fact that his wife was nine months pregnant and the baby could come at any minute. It was stressing him out and honestly, I could understand that. The less I talked to him, the less feelings I had. Still, I missed him as a friend; I missed talking to him and I missed our lunch 'dates' on set. 

That night, Andrew and I were supposed to go on a fancy date. I was getting ready in my bathroom, when my phone buzzed. It was a text message from Eddie. He hadn't texted back all day, well, in the UK it was two o'clock in the morning. 

Eddie: How are you?

Emma: I'm good, wbu?

Eddie: Could be better. What are you up to?

Emma: Getting ready for a date. You?

Eddie: Oh... How did you get together?

Emma: Idk, feeling had always been there, so why not?

I ignored the fact that he had dodged the question. Again, he read the message but didn't reply. Sighing, I put the phone back on one of the drawers and continued to apply some make-up. Andrew was going to pick me up at seven and it was half past six. Again, we were going to eat at Redbird; it was our favorite, according to the media. Honestly, it was not our favorite place, we just didn't know where else to go to get attention. As I was putting on my high heels, the doorbell rang. Grabbing my purse and putting my phone into it, I walked downstairs. Andrew was one handsome man - especially in suits - and I admit that, when we got to know each other, had had a tiny crush on him, but as I had grown older, I had quickly realized that we were better off as friends. I had been 17 when we met; it had been my first movie, so meeting him had been very exciting. He on the other hand had had a lot of experience and that had seemed attractive to me. 

With a smile I greeted my 'boyfriend' and followed him to his car. He looked good in his black suit but still, I compared him to Eddie. I had told Andrew that I knew his former roommate and I had also told him about my crush. He on the other hand, was still in love with his ex-girlfriend, Emma Stone. 

Hand in hand we walked into the restaurant. No paparazzi were there yet; I was glad about that. It was our job to let the fans know that we were on a date, so quickly took a selfie and I uploaded it on Twitter. 

"Are you ever going to tell him?" Andrew's voice ripped me out of my thoughts.

"What?" I asked confused.

"Tell Eddie that you like him."

"Are you crazy? He's married and I doubt that it'd change anything. And now that we are official, he wouldn't care anyways."

"Why do you think that?"

"I don't know, he's behaving strange ever since he found out about us."

"Behaving strange?"

"Ignoring me and when he does text back he stops replying immediately whenever your name is mentioned or something that has to do with you. Stuff like that."

Garfield slowly looked up from the menu, opened his mouth to say something but quickly closed it again. What in the world was wrong with the guys around me? Shortly after that, he got his phone out and texted someone. Then he put his phone back into the breast pocket of his suit and smiled at me. Not only was Eddie behaving strange, but also Andrew. I must've been a very bad influence on guys.