Follow The Sun {Liam Hemsworth}

Don't Give In

I wake up with my head on a damp pillowcase, my eyes feeling sore and raw when I open them. My first thought of the morning is that I want to go back to sleep but I know that I can't. Even though I probably got a total of about four hours of broken up sleep last night, skipping filming for two days in a row would not fly well with Gary, nor would it with the other cast members; the more days that people aren't there, the longer the hours are. No one likes excruciatingly long days of course, so that's why I pull myself up and get going.

I go in the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. My eyes are definitely still red but luckily, I have no dark circles. Still, anyone could tell that I'm exhausted because it shows in my unusually dull, green eyes. I can feel a headache growing in my head and sigh. I just want everyone to leave me alone for a couple days. I doubt that will happen because someone is bound to speak to me but I just kind of wish they wouldn't. I decide to take a long shower since I have some extra time, but I wished halfway through that I would have gone back to sleep instead.

I leave my hair down after blow drying it. Usually I would put it up so that I don't have to do it when Sophie is applying my makeup, but I leave it down and in it's natural waves so that it takes some attention away from my eyes. Despite the situation, I don't even put on any make up to disguise how awful I look because Sophie would kill me for it. She puts almost no makeup on me because of the character I play and because she thinks I don't need it. She's probably going to have a heart attack when she sees me today.

I sit out a pair of dark jeans and an old volleyball shirt to put on after I eat breakfast. Too tired to do anything fancy, a bowl of cereal and a glass of juice will have to do. I start to brew a pot of coffee so I can take a cup with me in a thermos and prevent the possibility of me falling asleep while behind the wheel of an engine powered machine. I'm not hungry in the slightest, but I force myself to eat so I can go back to my room to change. Once I'm dressed, I pour my coffee and cream together in a thermos and then I'm out the door.

My stomach twists into nervous knots when the new location that we're filming in comes into view. As I pull into the parking lot, I think about Liam seeing me looking like this and cringe. I hope I don't see him today. The only reason we met in the first place is because he wanted to see what we were filming. He'll be looking for me today and damn it, I don't think I can look him in the eyes and keep this up, I know I can't.

I walk quickly to my dressing room, keeping my head down all the way there. I shut the door behind me and glance around the room for Sophie, Danielle or Annie just before I hear someone gasp. My head turns to see Sophie rushing toward me while reaching out to grab my face, something I've learned that she has a disturbing habit of doing in these past few days. I wish she would actually hug me today.

"Darling! What happened to those gorgeous emerald eyes of yours? Have you been crying?" she asks, examining my face.

All I do is shrug, causing her to gasp again. She starts shaking her head disapprovingly. "Do tell sweetheart." Danielle says as she runs her fingers through my hair. I turn around, startled that she suddenly appeared behind me. "Yes, please, do tell while we get started." says Sophie, leading me over to her chair. I take a huge breath and begin, starting from the first day I came here to what Gary said yesterday.

By the time I finish, Danielle is almost done with my hair. When I look at my reflection I see that my eyes are slowly beginning to return to their normal color but they constantly look like they are filled with tears even when I don't feel like I'm about to cry. Even Annie came out of her lair to listen. She's always back there sketching new outfits or sewing, so it meant a lot that she came to show her silent support. Sophie stands behind me in the mirror and puts her hands on my shoulders.

"Love is a war in itself, Vivianne, it's a war it's which no one can win." she says.

Somewhere in the next three hours I get my energy back and now I'm weaving through crowds like nobody's business. Call me crazy but maybe it has something to do with the multiple cups of coffee that I've been guzzling since I left my house in order to stay awake. I'm on my way to get another cup, but my legs stop functioning when I hear the sound of Liam's voice. My eyes lift from the ground and fall on him directly in front of me, talking to another cast member. My thermos slips through my fingertips and clatters loudly to the ground.

He looks sad but not that kind of sadness where it's obvious that the person was crying, no. It was that type of sadness where his eyes seemed darker, shoulders tenser, hair messier, and he looked very pale: the kind that makes him look almost sick. I shut my eyes and try to make myself invisible because there is nowhere for me to hide. I turn around, planning to go the other way, to get my coffee later, but I'm stopped by his voice.

"Vivianne?"

I don't turn around, but somehow I can feel him getting closer. "Viv, please can we talk?" He takes hold of my arm and holds me there so I can't walk away. When I start to turn towards him, he lets go. I avoid his eyes as best as I can, only looking at my shoes. I know that I can't look into his eyes or I'll give in, but he gently grabs my chin and lifts my head. "Look at me, please, tell me that you haven't been crying." His voice sounds so weak and strained, like seeing my red eyes hurt him.

I can almost hear Josh's voice saying "Don't give in to it," as I mumble, "Five minutes."