Surrender

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Emilia had just walked into her New York living space when she got the call. It had been a very long and tiring day; a day she honestly couldn't wait to be done with. Stepping into her hotel room had never felt so good; had never felt like this much of a haven in all her time here. She slid the key card into the door, throwing her coat onto the table on the inside before releasing a drawn out yawn. Her mind was already going into sleep mode as she removed each item of clothing, slowly making her way into her bedroom. What an unbelievable crappy day, she thought to herself as she revisited the events that took place. Not only had it been an extremely long one but everything that needed to happen to prepare her for the Golden Globes had ran late and had her in uncomfortable and irritating situations. She only had two days before the event and she was starting to feel the pressure building from all that was left to be done.

She let out a heavy breath as she remembered the early flight that she needed to catch the following day; the one straight into Los Angeles and then she'd have to cab it home. Her eyes rolled involuntarily at the grueling thought of having to be up before the crack of dawn. She had to make sure that everything went on without a hitch. It would be a damn shame if she missed that flight and arrived late to her rehearsals on the first day.

She pulled her phone from the denim pants that had been slung carelessly over the length of her bed; immediately tapping on the clock app to set her alarm for five in the morning. At least she'd be in the comfort of her own Los Angeles home when she got there. No hotel rooms or hotel food. No more running into people that she'd been trying to avoid. No more ducking and dodging the hungry paparazzi. Just complete solitude and serenity. She'd roam the gardens and lounge around in her massive tub to her hearts content without wondering who's been in there before her. She'd slip under her warm comforter and smell her own scent on the pillows. Ahh yes. She could not bloody wait.

She sighed contently; her mind visiting each space of her two bedroom home; her fingers practically feeling the spines of the books in her roof high bookshelf; her ears already filled with the swooshing and lapping of her pool water in the California breeze.

She was unpleasantly snapped from her daydream when her phone rang out into the empty room; only just now realizing she'd been standing idly with her phone in her hand, staring out into the open space in front of her.

"Hello?" she answered carefully, not quite recognizing the number on the screen.

"Is this Emilia?"

"Who is this?" she replied a little more defensively than she intended.

"This is Scott, one of Kit's mate. Are you still in New York?"

"I'm not sure if I want to answer that just yet. What's going on? Is something wrong?"

"Well, I'm standing here on the street with your friend after getting thrown out of Brafly in Gramercy. He's piss faced drunk and he said we should call you. Is that enough of a reason for you to tell me if you're in New York or not?"

Her heart sank quickly. "Uh, yes I am. Is he alright? Could you send me your location or something?"

"Hi Emilia," she heard the slurred tone of her friend shouting in the background.

"Oh my god. Yes, I am. Is he okay? What happened?"

"He's fine for right now but I think you should come get him before he tries to storm into that pub again. He's a bit hard to control when he's like this."

"I'm on my way. Keep an eye on him for me until I get there."

"Aye, will do!"

"Bye Emilia," she heard Kit's voice say again.