You're 5 episodes away from the end of filming ST season 4. But after a series of crazy things happening offset, (Y/N) realizes that there is way more drama offstage than on. But will one special boy fix it all?
"Millie! Millie! Wake the hell up!" I shout as I shake her and gently tap her face. She yawns and pushes her face into her pillow. "5 more minutes." She croaks. " Mills, it's almost 2 pm. And we start filming tomorrow. Do you really want to spend our day off in bed?" I call back at her. "Fine. You're right." She says with a yawn as she gets up. "But you owe me a coffee." "I'm always right," I smile at her as I hand her a warm Starbucks cup from the lobby. "And I already got you coffee." I finish. "You're the best!" Millie smiles as she takes a sip. I let her finish her sip then I snatch it back from her. "What the hell? I wanted that." She says, slightly annoyed. "Millie, I don't think you get the seriousness of my problem. Noah is picking me up at 4 pm." I spit. "So?" She asks. "So, it's 2 pm!" I say quite loudly. "And I look like crap." Millie scans me up and down. An oversized grey sweatshirt, black pants, and my messy bun now a messy volcano. "Oh my God, you do." She says. "Thanks." I reply as I roll my eyes. "Ok, you get into the shower. And I'll pick out an outfit for you." She demands. "You're the best," I exclaim as I head into the bathroom.
I step out of the bathroom in my robe and back into the bedroom. I walk over to my bed and see that Millie has laid out an outfit for me. A burgundy skirt, a black, off the shoulder bodysuit, and some black, lace-up, high heel boots.
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"It's perfect!"I reply. Millie smiles back at me, "I know." I change into my adorable outfit and spritz on a dash of perfume. Millie curls my hair and I'm ready to go. "I'm so excited!" I jump as I wait for Noah to come over. Then footsteps sound, coming down the hallway. They stop in front of the door. "Good luck!" Millie exclaims as I open the door. Noah stands there in dark wash jeans and a nice sweatshirt. "Hey!" he says. "Hi!" I add. "You look beautiful." Noah says as he grabs my hand. I take it gladly and we head for the lobby. Fans line the entrances and the hotel security personnel struggle to keep them within the barriers. Noah and I smile and wave at them and even take a few pictures. After signing my signature a dozen times, Noah and I head out the doors and into an Uber that he got us. "Where are we going?" I ask. "Well, I know I said that we could go wherever you want, but I was thinking that surprising you would be more fun." Noah admits. "That sounds awesome! I love surprises!" I reply with a smile. I'm excited to see where he takes me.
After a while of driving, Noah gets out of the car. "Close your eyes." Noah said to me as he grabs my hand to help me get out. I did as I was told and he turned me around. "Okay, you can open your eyes now." I open my eyes and I see a gorgeous picnic laying beautifully next to the shoreline of a private beach. The waves softly crash and the sand glistens in the warm sun. "Oh my gosh!" I exclaim. "This is breathtaking, Noah!" "I'm glad you like it. Millie loves the beach." Noah adds. "Yeah. I think everybody loves it." I say back. We walk down together to the iconic red checkered blanket strewn onto the warm sand and sit down. He reaches into a white wicker picnic basket and pulls out crepes, whipped cream, and fresh berries. He also pours us two glasses of sparkling cider and some popcorn. "This is so cute! I love crepes, they remind me of Paris."I say calmly. "Yea! I think Millie went to Paris for a photo shoot once." Noah says. I smile at his comment and we continue to chat and sit on the beach as the sun sets. "Wow. The sunset is amazing." I say. "Like you." Noah says as he gives me a gentle hug. We pack up the picnic and start to walk back to the parking lot. A new Uber is waiting for us. "Thanks so much. I had a wonderful time, Noah." "I had fun too." He smiles back. We drive back to the hotel and get out of the car. "Thank you." I announce to the Uber as she drives away. " Hey Zara," Noah asks. "Yes?" "Doesn't Millie have those shoes?" "Maybe. I'm not sure." I say back, slightly annoyed. Why does he keep bringing up Millie? Is it because they dated before and he's not over her? Should I ask him? All these thoughts flow through my head like a river and I wonder what to do as the two of us walk back to our rooms. I decide to jump without looking. "Noah, I hope you don't mind me asking, but why do you keep bringing up Millie?" I blurt while we're in the deserted elevator. Noah looks a little taken aback, as if he's deciding how to respond. "Um, I..." He trails off. I know he doesn't want to admit it, but we're both thinking the same thing. "Noah, I had a beautiful time, but I think you still have some feelings for Millie and you confused them with feelings for me." I say cautiously. Noah looks down as if he is thinking and processing what I just said. If I'm wrong about this, I've blown our relationship. "Zara, I think you're right. Actually, I know you're right. I just... didn't want to spoil your night." He admits. "Noah, it's okay. I still had a lot of fun, but this isn't going to work. Friends?" I say. "Friends." He replies with a grin. The elevator doors open and we're now walking down the hallway. "But don't worry, I won't tell Millie." I promise. "Thanks. Goodnight, Zara." "Goodnight, Noah." We walk our separate ways to our rooms. I fumble with the room key and open the door. Millie is lying down in her bed reading a book. "Hey Zara!" She says looking up from her novel. "How was it?" She questions. "Well, that definitely did not go as expected."
