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Category:
Individual Celebrities › Alan Rickman
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
21
Views:
10,692
Reviews:
76
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. I do not know Alan Rickman. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 15
Chapter 15
That night I slept without dreams, and I felt the energy running through my veins when I woke up the next day. The thought of Alan having to make up his mind was avoided carefully by my own mind. Allowing myself to have a luxurious breakfast I relaxed in my kitchen, Toby’s head rested on my knee while he gazed at my croissant.
Playing with the thought of not doing anything today and taking Toby for a walk, maybe even ask Alan if he wanted to come, I enjoyed my coffee.
But more important business was awaiting me. And I knew that there still was some paperwork to be done, and that I needed to start thinking about Christmas. The hotel would probably be empty, as I couldn’t imagine that the cast and crew would stay here during the holidays. Christmas was nice here, I never really enjoyed Christmas in England, when all day long things were planned and dinners with family were obligatory. But here, me, Jean-Pierre and his wife had given some fabulous Christmas feasts. For two days we would enjoy food and drinking with all the staff and anybody who wanted to come. I knew this year wasn’t going to be different and I was already looking forward to it.
I entered my office and noticed the little red light of my answering machine. I switched on my pc and listened to the messages on the machine.
“Vous avez reçu vingt nouveaux messages.”
“What the hell?” I said it out loud, twenty new messages?
“We would like to get your comments on the article that will be published by “The London News”. Please get back to us at ….”
Article?
“We are interested in doing an interview with you about the photo’s about to be published in “The London News”. Please contact us as soon as possible…”
Photo’s? A horrible thought dawned on me as I turned to my computer. Guessing that they probably would have an internet site I typed londonnews.co.uk and I gasped when I saw the letters in red fond jumping to life on my screen.
“In today’s issue…..Prince William’s new girlfriend drunk at Buckingham Palace? Is this finally the end of David and Posh? And coming up tomorrow: Alan ‘Professor Snape’ Rickman was injured during filming Order of the Phoenix but we have some revealing pictures of his revalidation.”
Underneath it was a small picture. It was Alan in the picture. And me. Kissing in front of the window. It was obvious it was Alan, the photo was taken from the side and his characteristic nose gave him away. My arms were folded around him and his free hand was in my neck. Underneath it big letters were flashing: “Read and see all of Snape’s bedroom magic!”
Blood rushed to my cheeks, and I trembled with anger as I sat in my chair. How could this have happened? I had taken out the film in the camera! The horrible truth hit me in the face, that was an empty film. The woman had already taken out the film with the pictures on it. She still had all of the footage. I slumped in my chair and stared at the screen. “Coming up tomorrow,” this was so humiliating. I had to tell Alan about this. He would find out sooner or later. And so would his girlfriend. My life was such a mess. How was I suppose to handle this?
A soft knock at the door pulled me back to reality. On my “entrée” the door swung open and it was strange to see Alan standing in my office.
“They’ve taken photo’s of us last night,” he said it calm and I couldn’t tell if he was angry or frustrated.
“ I know, they were all over my answering machine….,” I told him the whole story of the woman I found on my balcony and the film that I took out of the camera.
Alan sighed, and walked towards the desk, sitting on the edge of it.
“I got a call from my agent and he told me,” rubbing his painful arm while I showed him the internet site in silence.
“I’m sorry,” I said when I saw his eyes pull away from the screen in disgust.
“My agent advised me to go home for a while. I can’t work anyway for another 3 weeks at least. And staying here with you would be to good to be true for the press. “
Somehow it seemed like he hadn’t decided that just a few minutes ago.
“I have been thinking about you and me, well us,” he continued. “I need to think about this alone. I don’t want to hurt you, and you really mean a lot to me….”
“But?” I finished his sentence
“But, I cannot throw away a life long relationship with somebody that I love if I haven’t decided what I feel for you.”
That hurt and I swallowed, my throat was dry.
“I’m going back to London tonight. I don’t know when I’ll come back. I’ve messed up some things and I’ve got to put that right.”
“Well you’ve messed up my life too,” I replied softly.
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“Doesn’t that mean anything to you?” I felt tears swelling in my eyes and I forced them back.
“It does, and this decision is hurting me more than you think.”
“You’ve made up your mind haven’t you? You have no intention of coming back here.” I saw I put my finger on the spot as he lowered his eyes.
The fear I had felt in the back of my mind for the past couple of days was coming over me in waves. He did not want to be with me. I was the one who got hurt.
I got to my feet, feeling numb, hurt and ashamed. This whole thing had gotten out of hand and it was blowing up in my face. Tomorrow it would be all over the paper. And Alan wasn’t going to be with me. He would be with her.
I hardly felt Alan’s arms wrapping around me. I hardly felt my own tears wetting his shirt. I only felt pain, in my heart.
“I’m so sorry Kate,” he whispered in my ear.
“Please don’t leave me,” it was a selfish plead, I knew that, but it was all I could say.
He said nothing but kissed me gently on my forehead. As he left my office I saw his luggage was already packed and that he was leaving right now.
“Goodbye Kate.”
“Alan, please….don’t,” my words were hardly hard enough for him to hear.
“I have to do this.”
“Will you remember me?” I looked at him one more time, through my tears I looked at his face, his eyes and the lips I so longed for.
“Always.”
The taxi had been waiting for him. He didn’t look back, he knew I was standing there, in the entrance hall looking at him leaving. He got in the taxi, and it drove away.
I wanted to scream, run after him, cry, curse. I knew it wouldn’t help. So I did nothing.
To be continued.
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I want to thank all of you who read and reviewed, I hope I can give you the next chapter just before the end of this year, but I'd like to wish you all a very merry christmas and a blessed new year!
That night I slept without dreams, and I felt the energy running through my veins when I woke up the next day. The thought of Alan having to make up his mind was avoided carefully by my own mind. Allowing myself to have a luxurious breakfast I relaxed in my kitchen, Toby’s head rested on my knee while he gazed at my croissant.
Playing with the thought of not doing anything today and taking Toby for a walk, maybe even ask Alan if he wanted to come, I enjoyed my coffee.
But more important business was awaiting me. And I knew that there still was some paperwork to be done, and that I needed to start thinking about Christmas. The hotel would probably be empty, as I couldn’t imagine that the cast and crew would stay here during the holidays. Christmas was nice here, I never really enjoyed Christmas in England, when all day long things were planned and dinners with family were obligatory. But here, me, Jean-Pierre and his wife had given some fabulous Christmas feasts. For two days we would enjoy food and drinking with all the staff and anybody who wanted to come. I knew this year wasn’t going to be different and I was already looking forward to it.
I entered my office and noticed the little red light of my answering machine. I switched on my pc and listened to the messages on the machine.
“Vous avez reçu vingt nouveaux messages.”
“What the hell?” I said it out loud, twenty new messages?
“We would like to get your comments on the article that will be published by “The London News”. Please get back to us at ….”
Article?
“We are interested in doing an interview with you about the photo’s about to be published in “The London News”. Please contact us as soon as possible…”
Photo’s? A horrible thought dawned on me as I turned to my computer. Guessing that they probably would have an internet site I typed londonnews.co.uk and I gasped when I saw the letters in red fond jumping to life on my screen.
“In today’s issue…..Prince William’s new girlfriend drunk at Buckingham Palace? Is this finally the end of David and Posh? And coming up tomorrow: Alan ‘Professor Snape’ Rickman was injured during filming Order of the Phoenix but we have some revealing pictures of his revalidation.”
Underneath it was a small picture. It was Alan in the picture. And me. Kissing in front of the window. It was obvious it was Alan, the photo was taken from the side and his characteristic nose gave him away. My arms were folded around him and his free hand was in my neck. Underneath it big letters were flashing: “Read and see all of Snape’s bedroom magic!”
Blood rushed to my cheeks, and I trembled with anger as I sat in my chair. How could this have happened? I had taken out the film in the camera! The horrible truth hit me in the face, that was an empty film. The woman had already taken out the film with the pictures on it. She still had all of the footage. I slumped in my chair and stared at the screen. “Coming up tomorrow,” this was so humiliating. I had to tell Alan about this. He would find out sooner or later. And so would his girlfriend. My life was such a mess. How was I suppose to handle this?
A soft knock at the door pulled me back to reality. On my “entrée” the door swung open and it was strange to see Alan standing in my office.
“They’ve taken photo’s of us last night,” he said it calm and I couldn’t tell if he was angry or frustrated.
“ I know, they were all over my answering machine….,” I told him the whole story of the woman I found on my balcony and the film that I took out of the camera.
Alan sighed, and walked towards the desk, sitting on the edge of it.
“I got a call from my agent and he told me,” rubbing his painful arm while I showed him the internet site in silence.
“I’m sorry,” I said when I saw his eyes pull away from the screen in disgust.
“My agent advised me to go home for a while. I can’t work anyway for another 3 weeks at least. And staying here with you would be to good to be true for the press. “
Somehow it seemed like he hadn’t decided that just a few minutes ago.
“I have been thinking about you and me, well us,” he continued. “I need to think about this alone. I don’t want to hurt you, and you really mean a lot to me….”
“But?” I finished his sentence
“But, I cannot throw away a life long relationship with somebody that I love if I haven’t decided what I feel for you.”
That hurt and I swallowed, my throat was dry.
“I’m going back to London tonight. I don’t know when I’ll come back. I’ve messed up some things and I’ve got to put that right.”
“Well you’ve messed up my life too,” I replied softly.
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“Doesn’t that mean anything to you?” I felt tears swelling in my eyes and I forced them back.
“It does, and this decision is hurting me more than you think.”
“You’ve made up your mind haven’t you? You have no intention of coming back here.” I saw I put my finger on the spot as he lowered his eyes.
The fear I had felt in the back of my mind for the past couple of days was coming over me in waves. He did not want to be with me. I was the one who got hurt.
I got to my feet, feeling numb, hurt and ashamed. This whole thing had gotten out of hand and it was blowing up in my face. Tomorrow it would be all over the paper. And Alan wasn’t going to be with me. He would be with her.
I hardly felt Alan’s arms wrapping around me. I hardly felt my own tears wetting his shirt. I only felt pain, in my heart.
“I’m so sorry Kate,” he whispered in my ear.
“Please don’t leave me,” it was a selfish plead, I knew that, but it was all I could say.
He said nothing but kissed me gently on my forehead. As he left my office I saw his luggage was already packed and that he was leaving right now.
“Goodbye Kate.”
“Alan, please….don’t,” my words were hardly hard enough for him to hear.
“I have to do this.”
“Will you remember me?” I looked at him one more time, through my tears I looked at his face, his eyes and the lips I so longed for.
“Always.”
The taxi had been waiting for him. He didn’t look back, he knew I was standing there, in the entrance hall looking at him leaving. He got in the taxi, and it drove away.
I wanted to scream, run after him, cry, curse. I knew it wouldn’t help. So I did nothing.
To be continued.
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I want to thank all of you who read and reviewed, I hope I can give you the next chapter just before the end of this year, but I'd like to wish you all a very merry christmas and a blessed new year!