I Can't Let You Go

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Em had to leave him early in the morning. The shooting starts and she had to be there on time. Kit stayed in bed after she left and he couldn't stop thinking of her. He got the girl, he got the girl and he knew soon he can end with Rose, and after that they can calm down. They can start to plan their normal life together. His phone rang. It was his publicist. Another interview - he thought and picked it up. "Yes?" 

Emilia did not have so much free time that day, but she was in another universe in her mind. She knew the weekend is coming, and that means, she can spend at least some more time with Kit, even is he has the play. "Clarke, there are many journalists around outside." Henry came to her. "Why? I thought we cannot talk about anything what's the movie about" Em frowned. "I don't know. I just wanted to go outside, and the security guard told me they are there and waiting." Henry answered. "Emilia." the director came to them. "As I see we have a problem." 

Em followed him to the office. Her publicist was already there. "What happened?" she felt there is something wrong, she just hoped they were not spotted "It is not about you, but ... the journalist are here to talk with you." her publicist answered. "About what?" Em did not understand. "About Kit." he answered "Like I said fifteen million times, I have nothing to do..." she couldn't finish, because he slid his phone to her in the desk. She forgot what she wanted to say. She was staring the display and couldn't breath. "Until it quietens keep yourself away from him as much as you can. Do not answer, do not say anything to anyone. I know he is your friend, but you have to stay away."

"Did you heard what I said?" he leaned closer to her. She nodded slowly. "Are there any chance to call Charlie here?" he asked. "We broke up." she answered. "No, you did not. Not now. I will explain him, and I am sure he will understand. He knows how it works. We need him now. We have to keep you away from this as much as we can." he continued. "I won't fake a relationship" Em answered nervously. "Yes you will. Because you don't wanna be involve in this mess." he told her in serious tone. Emilia lowered her head. She still couldn't believe. She needed to talk with Kit. She had to talk with Kit. It cannot be possible. It cannot be real. No way. "We better leave on the back door. The car is there. Come"

The pictures burned in her eyes. He told her her never cheated Rose. He told her ... he was with no one else, not even with Rose before the Emmys. And now... she saw pictures of him. Naked in a hotel room, with the line he cheated Rose with a Russian whore. She could easily tell those were not old pictures. Not older than a year. She was shocked. Totally. She could never thought Kit did thing like this. It was nonsense. It was... unbelievable. It was... too much. The car stopped in front of her house. The journalist were there too. "Just get out and go straight to your flat. Okay?" her publicist told her. Em nodded and opened the door. "Emilia! Emilia! What do you think about your best friend cheating scandal? Did he really cheat his fiance? Emilia! Answer us. You two spotted in a car a few weeks ago. Did he cheat her with you too? Emilia!" the questions are coming like a bomb. She lowered her head and faster her steps. "She has nothing to do with Mr. Harington. Miss Clarke is living in a perfect relationship with someone else. Go and talk with the cheater to know more" his publicist followed her to the house and told nothing more. Em eyes were in tears. "Are you going to be okay?" he asked her. "I have to call him" she answered. "Okay, but do not meet with him for fuck sake, for your own sake. I call Charlie." he answered, Em wanted to protest, but after those questions, she realized, maybe he is right. 

She went to her bedroom and held her phone in her hand. She tried to breath. She tried to think clear. She wanna believe him. She wanna believe it is nothing but a huge misunderstanding... they just got those pictures somehow and ... published. It cannot be real. She was staring his name in her display for seconds without calling him. "Emilia?" her publicist knocked. "Ahm, I talked with Charlie. He'll be there in the weekend. He can't stay long but at least we can ... do some pics and show the world, you are really nothing to do with Kit Harington. Okay?" he asked. "Yeah. Great" she tried to held back her tears. "I have to go. You'll be okay? " he looked her. "Sure." she just nodded. "If you need anything. Just... call me. Don't worry, I'll take care of this" he said and left her there. She took a deep breath and pushed that damn call button.