(I'm currently having a panic attack because SherlocksGaze just followed me and she made me her beta.
Excuse me while I go join Vine in heaven.
Still too soon?)(ITS A LONG ASS CHAPTER SO STRAP YOUR SEAT BELTS ON, KIDS.
IS THIS A NORMAL, FLUFFY, CUTE CHAPTER?
WITH ELISE?! NO WAY!
AWWWW..
*cue magic school bus theme song*)
I woke up on the white fur carpet I had laid out in front of the living room fire place.
My neck was a little stiff, but I was over all comfy on the silk-like fur.It had been over a month since my encounter with Benedict and Thomas. Rehearsals ended two weeks ago and we rapidly started filming.
I rolled over on my back, stretching until I heard a little crack come from my shoulders and hips, a small grunt escaping my lips.
It was of course a little awkward here and there for me, being so close and personal with Tom, especially with Willow's eyes burning literal holes in the back of my head.
A thin thread stitched blanket was over me, even though I didn't have one when I fell asleep last night..
William.I smiled at the thought of the old man, his care and worry for me always warmed my heart.
He was my father figure, which I gratefully indulge in from time-to-time, because my own parents avoided and practically disowned me.Why?, you may ask.
Ever since I turned 16, I wanted to become an actress.
My love of movies, tv shows, and film making didn't help with that hobby either.Of course, my parents were skeptical, they still are, and wanted me to become something more practical, such as a lawyer, doctor, or politician.
They even at one point, around when I was 17, that they would prefer me in the military than in an acting career.In their words, "Even an extremely dangerous job like that would be more stable and productive than pretending for a living."
I teared up a little as their cold, harsh voices rang in my head. My heart clenched. I missed them, of course.A sigh left my lips as I rolled onto my side, staring into the crackling fire beside me.
The colorful, comforting warmth on my face calmed me down slightly.William absolutely despises my parents, which makes me laugh every time we talk about them.
He talks about them like their names are venom, spitting them out like a cobra does at its enemies.
His face always contorts into this nasty grimace, like he just swallowed some sour acid.He's family, true family. And he hates to hear that I've been so badly mistreated and unloved.
When he talks about me, all you hear is pride and overwhelming love.
His words gush with admiration that you only usually hear come from a blood-relative.I close my eyes, taking a deep breath as I snuggle my face deeper into the fur.
It was the first weekend I've had off since the beginning rehearsals.
I mean, I love Hiddleston and all that, but spending 24/7 with him did cause our nerves for each other to shorten.My phone buzzed, causing my right eye to peek open. I reached over to where my phone had been left, thrown astray on the wooden floor absentmindedly.
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iMessage from:
The Boy Who Lived 💀⚡️
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Hey, Y/N.
Was wondering if you wanted to go out to eat, just you and me?
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We don't really get enough alone time together in our personal lives, anymore.
I miss my best friend. 😩
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