Dotty Nolan is the daughter of director Christopher Nolan. The day before she and her father would be going to France to start the production of the film 'Dunkirk', she accidentally texts the wrong person after saving her friend's number in wrong. I...
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Dotty woke up the next morning in Fionn's shirt and just her knickers, that she wasn't sure if they were on the right way round. Fionn was in his boxers, his arm slung over her waist and his face buried into her neck. His hair was a mess, parted in different places from where Dotty's fingers had ran through it and tugged it during the evening. She had prominent love bites all over her neck. Dotty has made sure Fionn didn't have any because that would be an awkward explanation to the make-up department.
Dotty groaned as she stretched, rolling over carefully so that she didn't wake Fionn up. He placed her hand on his chest, making circles softly on it.
"Mornin'," Fionn mumbled, stirring. His hands moved on her back, rubbing her back, his hands Beaney his shirt that she was wearing.
Dotty giggled, kissing his chest, "we broke our vows to Harry."
"Oh-fucking-Well," Said Fionn, his eyes still closed, "can we stay like this forever please?"
"I would love to but we have to be getting up soon. You have a movie to film." Replied Dotty pushing herself up and climbing out of the bed.
Fionn grumbled and rolled onto his back where he opened his eyes and watched Dotty as she made her way over to the mirror to sort out her hair. She spotted all of the hickey's littering her skin and spluttered.
"Merlin's beard, Hun, you did not hold back last night!" She exclaimed. "My dad'll kill you if he sees all of them!"
"I think the guys would kill me," Fionn chuckled, "you have to keep your hair down and wear a jumper of something, love."
Dotty looked at Fionn in the reflection of the mirror, "you better hope it's not windy!"
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Dotty was in charge of filming some behind the scenes action that day. And when Fionn came swimming over to her, covered in fake oil she couldn't help but film him.
"Gnarly waves!" He exclaimed facing the camera. Dotty stopped filming him a short moment after that and sat down on the edge of the quay. "What's up, buttercup?"
"Nothing, I checked my email an hour ago and Aoife has given me her number. I've messaged her a little bit and she seems so nice!"
Fionn smiled, "that's good, darling, I'm happy that you're giving them a chance."
"So am I. Obviously I still want to know what possessed them to leave me by a bin in a shoebox but she does seem lovely nonetheless. It just seems so strange!"
"It does, but, sometimes you've got to leave the past in the past, Dot, think towards the future."
He pushed himself up and pecked her lips.
Dotty cringed shaking her head. "Ya nasty!" She exclaimed.
"Actually, I'm salty." Fionn winked and swam away from his girlfriend.
Dotty looked up and saw her mother looking at her. She smirked and motioned to her hair. Dotty realise that her hair band moved and quickly covered it up.
Emma approached her daughter and took hold of her hand. "Come with me, missus." She chuckled.
Emma lead Dotty to a make up artist called Claire and asked for some foundation, concealer and a blender. Emma swooped Dotty's hair away from her neck and covered up Fionn's business, laughing at her daughter's embarrassment.
"So your dad doesn't kill the boy," Emma told her and handed back the make up.
"Thanks, mum," Dotty said quietly and hugged the woman, careful not to crushed the camera.
Emma kissed Dotty's head just as Chris came over to the pair. "My favourite girls." He greeted. "Everything okay?"
Dotty nodded. So did Emma.
"Good. Tonight, lets have a family dinner at a local restaurant. We can talk more about Aoife and her husband and just spend some time as just the three of us."
"Sounds good to me, darling," Smiled Emma, "Dotty?"
"Yup, I'm down."
Emma left the father and daughter to go and sort down business out and Chris sat down with Dotty on his lap. "Truthfully, How are you feeling?"
"I'm good, dad, honestly," said Dotty leaning against his chest, "how's things back home?"
"Nanny and Grandpa want you to visit when we finish filming, which is good because me and your mum will still be working on the film helping with the right editing and soundtracks and stuff. You can take Fionn, show him around Ireland."
"Maybe. You won't hate me if I get close to Aoife and Alec, will you?"
Christopher rolled his eyes, "You're such a worry-wart, Dorothy Nolan! Of course we won't! Nothing like that would ever happen because we love you to death, you're the best thing that has ever happened to us both and that's never going to change."
"Good," Dotty sighed, "because I'm meeting them four days after we get back to London. They live in Ireland so I can meet them and then go to Nanny and Grandpa's."
Chris nodded, "that's brilliant, sweetheart, now go and get me and you a coffee and then go find Barry or someone to annoy." He chuckled.
Dotty did what she was told and found Tom (H). " 'allo, 'allo." She greeted the man who was stood with Aneurin, both who were not filming.
"Afternoon, Dotty," the both of them said. They spied her camera and looked at her in confusion.
She clicked record on the camera and kept zooming in on the men pulling faces. "Wagwan mans peppa pig still!" Dotty laughed as Aneurin made a fist.
"PEPPA PIG?!" Exclaimed the Welshman.
"Yeet!" Dotty laughed and stopped recording as the man started chasing her. She quickly passed Tom her coffee who gladly accepted it, sipping it as he watched the two messing around.
