ACT LIKE YOU LOVE ME

Chapter 19 - Everybody Wanna Steal My Girl

"She be my queen
Since we were sixteen
We want the same things
We dream the same dreams

Everybody wanna steal my girl
Everybody wanna take her heart away
Couple billion in the whole wide world
Find another one 'cause she belongs to me"

(One Direction – Steal My Girl)

Shawn sat down for the interview regretting his words.  "Hey dude, I don't want to talk about Camila in the interview, OK?"  The guy agreed, and he kept his word.  After the interview, they sat there chatting off the record while the crew packed up.  They had planned to have dinner, they'd become friends over the years.

"Hey man, do you know anything about this Vincent Grady character?"

"The actor?"  He looked like the truth had suddenly dawned and he chuckled.  "I saw those pap photos of Camila getting on the plane with him and then going into the hotel here in London. Is that what has you in this mood?"

"I just don't like the look of him," he said lamely.

"Look, from what we found out, they're both here for talks about a movie with James Corden, right?  They were both booked on the same flights, same transfers, same hotel, but our sources say they didn't even know each other before they boarded the flight.  He's also known as a bit of a douche, a player, and we also heard he bombed his audition.  They're giving the part to a British actor instead."

"You know what hotel she's staying at?" Shawn asked. 

"Yeah, we do, but I just got this on my phone."  He showed Shawn a photo of Camila, arm in arm with the douche, entering a well known Soho restaurant.  "An hour ago."

Shawn stood up.  "Hey do you mind if I skip dinner?"

The other guy stood up, holding out his hand.  "No worries mate, give him hell, I can't stand him."

Shawn took a taxi to the restaurant and the doorman let him straight in, and he spied Camila straight away. He noticed three things as he neared the table.  She looked pretty, in a little black dress and sky high heels, her hair in a sexy bun.  It was his favourite dress.  His favourite shoes.  His favourite earrings.  He frowned.  Had she come here to see him?  The second thing he noticed was the douche's hand snaking across the table to touch hers.  She jerked her hand away, she wasn't into it, but he reached across again and grabbed her hand this time, not giving her a choice.  Shawn felt his blood boil, and started striding toward them and that was when he noticed the third thing.  She was wasted.  Maybe not really drunk but definitely not sober. He remembered hearing the staff member removing a fan who had snuck in to the conference room while he was sounding off to the guy before the interview.  Had that been Camila?  Had she overheard him?  Shit.

***

Camila tried to pull her hand away but Vincent was not letting go.

"Hey dude, I'm not interested, I have a boyfriend."  She said, struggling.  "LET ME GO!"

"Well I have a girlfriend, but they're not here right now, so no reason we can't have a little bit of fun, a little practice session for the love scenes in the movie, right?"

"WRONG!"

She looked up in surprise.  Shawn was looming over Vincent, who was at least three inches shorter when he was standing up, and he was sitting down at the moment.  His face was glowering, he was obviously a ball of Canadian fury right now, and she could see his fists were already clenched.  She stood up, teetering on her heels, and grabbed his hand.

"No, he's not worth it," she slurred.  "He's a dick."

Shawn grabbed her arm to stop her from falling.  "Sit down honey," he said softly.