Crazy In Love

Chapter 5

Tom's POV

"Tom!" Someone yelled my name. I turned around to see the director briskly walking toward me. "Have you seen Olivia?"

"She's not here?" Huh, she usually beats me to set.

"No, you don't know where she is?" I shook my head in response. "This is just great. We're shooting the big kiss scene today and out lead isn't here. Will you call her? I've already tried, she isn't picking up."

"Yeah, I'll try to reach her." The director walked away and I pulled out my phone. As I dialed her number I thought about why she might not be here. Did she get into an accident? I knocked on her door this morning and she didn't answer, so she had already left. Was she not going to come? She would've known what scene we were doing today. Maybe she couldn't do it.

The phone rang. And rang. And continued to ring. No answer. I was starting to worry now. What if she really did get into an accident? Is she okay?

"Tom! Did you get her? Is she on her way?"

"No answer. What if something happened? What if she's hurt? What if..."

"Tom, I'm sure she's fine. Why don't you go to your trailer and just run through your script. She'll be here, and then we'll start shooting. Sound good?"

I nodded my head slowly and walked away. I planned to do as the director said, but I couldn't stop worrying. I dialed Harry's number as I walked to my trailer, which just happened to be right next to Olivia's. He picked up on the second ring.

"Harry!"

"Tom? What's up? Shouldn't you be shooting right now?"

"Yeah, we should be. But Olivia isn't here so we can't do anything. Have you talked to her today?"

"No, what do you mean she's not there? Where is she?"

"We don't know. I'm worried something might have happened to her."
"I'll try calling her."

"Okay. Text me if she answers."

I sat in my room until I was too worried to do nothing. I got up and paced around the room before opening the door and stepping out. Olivia's trailer sat right next to mine. It couldn't hurt anything to just see if it was open, could it? I stepped down the three stairs and up the stairs to her door. I pulled on the handle and, to my surprise, it opened. I stepped inside and was shocked to see Olivia, asleep, on the small couch.

As I took the few steps it took to get to her, my phone dinged.

'No answer.'

'It's fine, I found her.'

'Really? Where was she? Is she okay?'

'She's fine, sleeping in her trailer.'

'Her trailer? Weird.'

I put my phone back and reached down to shake her a bit, waking her up.

"Tom? What are you doing in my trailer?" Her voice was a bit groggy and her eyes were only half-open, threatening to close.

"We've all been looking for you. What are you doing in here?"

"Oh, I couldn't sleep last night so I went for a run and then I ended up here."

"Okay, well everyone has been calling you..."
"My phone died while I was running."

"Oh. Look, we have to get to set."