You're Not The Only One.

Chapter 2

A/N - Thank you will be a very small way to show my gratitude to each and everyone of you who have read and commented on the first chapter. This chapter is dedicated to all of you. Keep Reading .Stay safe. Looking forward to your feedback.Next chapter for both of my stories coming out soon❤❤😘😘

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Kerem's Pov-
The table read and shooting of the promo had gone till late last night. And a planned meeting with the cast and production team of Aynen Aynen had ended up being more .
I always put my phone on silent while working, so I wasn't surprised to see 10 missed calls from Hande when we packed up. But it was too late . Not that we didn't call each other at odd hours but yesterday was Mavi's birthday party,so I had assumed that she was either busy or had gone off to sleep. I had internally fist pumped in the air , when she had invited me to accompany her to Gamze's house , but the meeting was important,because papers had to be signed and script to be read, because I was under a contract with the production house. And in a way, maybe it was good. Who knows maybe Hande had just casually asked to me come along because Dilara had suddebly spilled the beans about Mavi's birthday party in front of me. I was a work-friend to her anyway. Atleast she had made that clear on quite a few occasions irrespective of our contradictory actions. But I had to give her time to let me in. I had promised myself that I will wait for her to figure things out and lord knows she is not the only one who needs some figuring out. Hande Erçel , seemed too good to be true, especially after not letting my guard down in front of anyone after my break up with Serenay,it was scary how she had made her way into my life in such a short time. Hande was what I have been looking for all my life, and the feeling was daunting at times. So much so that I pushed it at the back of my mind because I did not want to send her running for the hills or ruin our 'friendship' because of momentary lapse of my judgement.
Anyway, so where was I? Oh yeah,last night. Hande and her missed calls!
She must have gone off to sleep, it was way past 12 when I had dropped like a log on my bed and vacillated between whether to call her or not, to talk about the party and tell her what had happened during the day. Even though the episodes of Aynen Aynen were just 10mins long and would be shot during my day offs, it meant that I wouldn't be able to sneak into Hande's house for spending time with her or we wouldn't be able to talk till wee hours on the pretext of discussing about work and this meant that we'd have to figure out a schedule because there is no way that I would give up and go back to square one with her.
I smiled to myself as my car halted in front of the set and her trailer came into view. It was a strange feeling how she had become an important and indispensable part of my life in the last few months.Almost everyday, for 16 hours and sometimes even more with her and I couldn't even imagine a day without her. A night without talking to her and I have already started missing her.
I chided myself mentally. I was way ahead of myself. Surely, I did not have that kind of importance in her life but who knows maybe someday. Nothing wrong in hoping right?
My anticipation since last night to talk about the project, the party, and just spending time with her before our work demanded us, was doused by cold water by her indifferent attitude towards me. I had noticed that something was wrong with her the moment I had walked inside her trailer.
She looked agitated, upset and was giving me a cold shoulder , something that I wasn't used to.
Had something happened last night?
Did Murat come over at the party? My gut wrenched at the thought. I would be a liar if I said that I wasn't happy that Murat was out of the picture,because that dimwit was no good for someone as wonderful and loving as Hande.She deserved to be cherished and he had just made her cry everyday .
I tried asking her what was wrong,but every single attempt made to open her up,just seemed to end on a worse note. Was she nervous about the kissing scene? But we were already past that stage. I proposed the idea of going over our lines,but she refused.
She couldn't be angry with me for not picking up her call right?
We were just friends. Co-stars.Moreover she knew that I was at work.
Lost in thoughts, I followed her movements.
Something was definitely wrong.
Or else she wouldn't have politely asked me to leave her trailer with a sour expression.
I had to get her to speak and get to the bottom of it.
I couldn't bear to see her upset and if I was responsible in anyway behind her frown,then I would have to fix it.
The call sheet demanded our presence on the set in the next 15mins. I had little time to get ready for the shot- Eda and Serkan's kissing scene inside the elevator.
And after that I would get to the bottom of this.
Kissing scene. A boyish chuckle errupted and my heart hummed , as I remembered the last time we had shot the kissing scene. It was all technical. True. With the director's instructions and the crew pointing the boom and camera towards us it was a blur of instructions and our lips moving against each other, but even then I would never be able to forget the feel of her lips on mine.Somewhere along the way, I forgot where our characters ended and we began.And this feeling was a first even for me but it wasn't a topic that we ever dared to broach upon.
I felt like a teenager as I walked towards my trailer to don the costume of Serkan Bolat, thinking about all the moments off the screen when I had spent time in her close proximity, those rare (friendly) kisses on her cheek away from speculating eyes ,hugs when her body fit snugly like a glove against mine and those moments when I have felt that I wasn't the only one feeling this way.