Blue Eyes (Tommo Series Prequel)

Opportunities

I was on the phone with Eleanor, she was worried about Louis just like I was. I had yet to mention what I'd recently learnt on the news, even though I had seen him twice since then. I didn't know how to handle the situation anyway and luckily for me Eleanor seemed to know exactly when to call to help.

"He's been putting on a brave front lately." She sighed softly on the other end. "It's been hard in the last few years, he's always trying to find other ways of coping, the drugs, the alcohol. They're not constant, it's not got an addictive affect on him but occasionally he will go back to them just to numb himself. I remember once he was so out of it on a date that he had forgotten the whole thing even happened."

I was shocked, surely the boy I had recently become close with wasn't going through this, I mean he always seemed so in control? Or at least he had before his perfect girlfriend came into the picture. I wouldn't have even picked up on any of this if it weren't for her.

"What can I do to help?" I asked, there was no way that I was just going to stand back and not be there for him. We had only been friends for a few months, but I had come to truly care for him as though I had known him for years.

"I don't know Jay, really. I don't think that there is much you can do unless you want to shove his medication down his throat."

"Oh."

"It's not that you're not needed, it's just that there is no sure way of getting through to him. He doesn't like it when people parent him, he feels trapped and he will just run out the door far away as he can. Just continue being his friend, he needs that."

"Got it." I nodded even though she couldn't see me.

"He wasn't always like this, when we first met - he was really happy. They've broken him."

They? I didn't know which they she was referring to, the band? The fans? Management? I wasn't sure, but I was hoping it was the last one because if it were either of the other options, I didn't know how I would handle that.

It wasn't long until Eleanor made some petty excuse to end the conversation, I sat on my couch in silence for what seemed like an eternity, thinking it all over. In reality however it was only 15 minutes and I had to get back to the real world.

This new life I was living wasn't easy like celebs made it out to be, there were days when I had to drag myself to bed feeling like I would never be able to walk again. There were times when I just couldn't get my lines right and I would be standing there at work, all made up and I would have to fight to keep myself from bursting into tears.

It was hard work, and I never expected it to feel this way before the show I had been in some low budget films, nothing worth recording on my résumé, they were nothing compared to what I was doing now, 15 hour days, eight days in a row just to busy out one episode. It was tough, trying to function on a maximum of six hours sleep a night. It was harder than it looked.

I had scripts to read, lines to memorise and only one morning to do it. I was swamped. I had no time for Eleanor drama.

Lila practically jumped me when I arrived on set, she had that look in her eye, one that told me something was up. She was perkier than usually and I didn't know if I should be worried or not. "You'll never guess who is here and waiting for you." She squealed, before holding her hand over her mouth in an attempt to keep quiet.

"If I won't guess then you'll have to tell me." I said as I dumped my bag into the corner of the hair and make up trailer.

"Okay" she nodded, composing her excitement. "So you know John Green, that author guy right?"