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A Good Denial	By : Saar Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 2211 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Orlando Bloom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Chapter 1: The most clumsy person alive
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A Good Denial
Characters: Orlando Bloom/OFC
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't know Orlando or other celebirties that may appear in this fic or his brother. All the other characters are mine though. This story is just a figment of my imagination!!

Chapter 1: The most clumsy person alive

“I’m going outside, I need some fresh air!” Lauren yelled in her best friend’s ear. The loud music in the club made it impossible to talk in a normal way.

Aimee nodded, holding her thumb up, before turning back to the conversation she was having with a handsome-looking man.

Lauren made her way through the people in the room, leaving Aimee and two other friends behind. The air was hot and damp, and the smoke made it hard to see where she was going. She pushed her brown hair behind he ears and wiped some sweat from her forehead. She really needed some fresh air.

At last she reached the steps that led up to the exit. The door was open, as there were people walking in, and she felt the cold midnight air brush her face. She had reached the last step when she stumbled.

“Ouch,” she said, as she twisted her ankle. She felt two strong arms catch her before her knees could hit the ground.

“Thanks,” she said, looking up to the face that belonged to the person that was still holding her in his arms. Her eyes widened when she recognized him. “Oh my God…” she whispered, at the same moment the man said, “Are you alright?”

“You’re not really who I think you are, are you? I mean, like… you just look like him, right?”

The man chuckled. “I’m Orlando,” he said, his chocolate eyes looking straight into her blue ones.

“Oh my God,” she whispered again, “Don’t let go off me just yet, I think I’m going to faint.”

“I think I will have to let go off you; we’re blocking the way for everybody who wants to go in or out.”

Only then Lauren noticed the people that were trying to get passed them. A couple of them were mumbling that this wasn’t the ideal place for a chat. She nodded, staring at Orlando, still finding it hard to believe that this was really him.

“Can you stand?” he asked as he tried to put her back on her own two feet.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she muttered, but once she let her weight rest on her right foot she felt a pain sting through it. “Damn,” she cried, “Maybe I’m not, “ she smiled sheepishly.

“Let me help you outside.” He gently took her arm and put it around his shoulder, carrying her along as they made their way out. She couldn’t believe she was actually touching Orlando Bloom’s shoulders. She had been a fan of his acting and good looks for a couple of years now, but had never considered the possibility of actually meeting him, or even better: touching him.

As soon as they got out of the club, Lauren sat down on the pavement. The throbbing feeling in her ankle seemed to get worse. She bit her lip, trying to fight the pain. “This is so typical,” she muttered.

Orlando knelt down next to her. “What is?” He looked worried, but Lauren figured that was just her imagination. How could he be worried about her if he didn’t even know her?

“I’m probably the most clumsy person you’ll ever meet,” she said, “I’m the living proof of Murphy’s Law: if something can go wrong, it will go wrong.”

He laughed; he liked her openness and the way she talked to him. She wasn’t the type of girl he usually fell for, but there was something about her that had struck his attention. “Good to know,” he said, “I better not spend too much time with you then.”

“You should’ve thought about that before you caught me in your arms,” she grinned.

He smiled back. “So how’s your ankle?”

She grimaced, trying to move it. “It hurts…” she sighed.

“We need to get you to the hospital,” he said, still with a concerned look on his face. “Let me help you up; my car’s standing only a hundred metres away, I’ll carry you.”

Her eyes widened, “No! I can’t ask that of you!”

“Indeed, you can not ask that of me, but hey, you didn’t! I asked you,” he smiled warmly. It was hard to believe, but in real life he looked even more handsome than in the hundreds of pictures she had seen of him.

Slowly, she shook her head, “No, let’s go back inside and find my friends, they can take me, really…”

He sighed. “By the time you’ve found your friends in that crowded place, we can already be at the hospital. I really don’t mind driving you there. I can’t possibly leave you here, can I? You can barely walk.”

“And your friends?” she asked.

“They’re big guys. Besides, the chance they’ll get mobbed is less high if I’m not around,” he smirked.

She laughed. If he really was that eager to bring her to the hospital, she wasn’t going to resist his proposition any longer. Hell, how many girls could say that Orlando Bloom had given them a ride somewhere? Aimee would be so jealous, not to mention murderous, if she told her this. She would rush outside if Lauren called her to tell her that the one and only Orlando Bloom was standing outside the club. However, Lauren didn’t call her. Instead, she nodded, and let Orlando help her up.

Carefully, he lifted her from the ground and carried her to his car, a grey Audi. He helped her in, making sure she didn’t move her ankle too much.

“Are you comfortable?” he asked. He got into the car, started it and left the parking spot.

I am sitting on the comfortable leather seat of a beautiful Audi with one of the most gorgeous guys in the world next to me. Not even multiple twisted limbs could make me uncomfortable at the moment, she thought. However, she never uttered these words. Instead she nodded, smiling at him. “Yes, I’m fine.”

“Let me just call one of my friends to tell them where I am,” Orlando said, taking his cell phone out of his pocket and placing it in the car kit.

Lauren nodded and watched him dialling a number. The dialling tone sounded through the car. Beeep… Beeeep… Beee…

“Orlando Bloom, where the hell are you?” a man’s voice suddenly screamed through the receiver. They could hear loud music and people talking in the background.

“Nice to hear you too, Sebastian,” Orlando grinned.

“You’re not going to tell me that you already picked up some girl, right? I mean, I know the girls love you, but this is fast, even for you!”

Orlando gave Lauren an apologetic look. “Well, kind of,” he said, “But this girl’s different. She…”

“Yeah, I’m sure she is,” he interrupted him, “Who’s the bitch anyway?” Lauren’s eyes widened. Whoever this guy was, he sounded pretty rude. Orlando grinned sheepishly, catching the startled look on her face.

“First of all, she can hear you, so you better mind your language. And to answer your question, her name is err…” He looked at her, realizing that he didn’t even know this bit of information.

“You don’t even know her bloody name? Like hell she’s different!” Sebastian yelled, while Lauren whispered her name to the nervous-looking man next to her.

“Her name is Lauren, and she twisted her ankle. I’m taking her to the hospital.”

“Oh…” the man said, “In that case… Hi Lauren! Sorry about earlier. That was just my clumsy way to protect our dearest Orli from doing anything stupid. He doesn’t really know how to handle all these girls that throw themselves at his feet.”

Lauren laughed, maybe this Sebastian wasn’t so bad after all. “Hi! That’s okay, actually, I kind of did that throwing-myself-at-his-feet-part; the result of that is the twisted ankle.”

They heard Sebastian laugh on the other side of the line. “Orli, I like this one, take her to the club when you get back from the hospital!”

Orlando sighed, “Whatever… Bye Bast…”

“Bye Orli, bye Lauren!”

“I’m sorry about that,” Orlando said, once he had disconnected the call. He turned his head to face Lauren. “He usually is a really great guy, but he can be a bit straight-forward after he has had a couple of beers.”

“That’s quite alright,” Lauren shrugged. She wondered if it was true what Sebastian had said about Orlando having a hard time resisting all those women who fancied him. She didn’t dare to ask him though, afraid of insulting him. She mused about this for a couple of minutes, until his voice woke her up from her daydreams.

“Shouldn’t you call your friends before they get worried?” he asked.

“Hmm, yeah, maybe I should,” she said, taking her cell phone out of her bag. She looked out of the window and saw that they were almost at the hospital. She dialled Aimee’s number, scared of what her friend would tell her if she told her in whose car she was sitting. Aimee was probably the biggest fan Orlando had ever had and Lauren had a distinct feeling that her friend wouldn’t be too happy to hear about this.

“Where in the friggin’ hell are you?” Aimee yelled at her.

“Aimee, I’m sorry I didn’t call you sooner! But I twisted my ankle, and it’s hurting so much, and this guy is driving me to the hospital now.”

Aimee laughed, “Always count on Lauren to have an accident when we’re going out. I’m hope it’s nothing too bad. Who is this guy anyway? Since when do you step into a stranger’s car?”

Oh God, here we go… ”Aimee, promise me you won’t freak out.” She heard Orlando laugh next to her. She would follow his example if she hadn’t been so sure that her friend was going to commit the first ever murder through cellphone.

“Why would I freak out?”

“Because he kind of looks like that pirate, you know, the one you have a poster of in your room…”

“WHAT?”

“Actually, I’m pretty sure it IS him…” Orlando started to laugh even harder at that.

“Lauren, this is so not funny. You can’t give me a heart attack like that. Now just stop fooling around and tell me who is really there.”

“I’m not fooling around. I’m dead serious.”

“You do sound like you’re serious…” she heard the hesitation in her friend’s voice.

“That’s because I’m telling the truth.”

“Oh God, you are such a mean person! You should have called me when you were still at the club! If you dare return without an autograph I’ll never speak to you again!” Lauren heard some muffled voices asking what the matter was. Then she heard, “The bitch is sitting in a car with Orlando Bloom himself.” Now their other two friends, Lissa and Meryl, knew it too. However, they weren’t huge fans of Orlando so she knew that they weren’t planning to kill her because of this.

“Aimee, I need to go now, we’ve just arrived at the hospital. I’ll call you as soon as I can. I’ll probably take a cab home afterwards. I’ll see you there, okay?”

“You better don’t forget that autograph,” her friend muttered.

“I’ll ask him, okay? Bye Aimee!”

“Bye, bitch!”

Orlando parked the car in front of the emergency entrance and looked at Lauren, a smirk across his face. “Your friend sounded pretty angry.”

“Yeah well, I guess she has reason to, discovering that the man of her dreams just gave me a ride to the hospital.”

Orlando laughed. “And here I was, thinking that I was the man of your dreams!”

“Dream on Bloom. Maybe I threw myself at your feet and almost fainted when I recognized you, but really, that doesn’t mean anything at all.”

He grinned. “That’s a pity, really. Now, Miss Lauren, let me help you out of the car!”

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Author's Notes: Of course we all know who Orlando is, but the guy he is calling when they're driving to the hospital is Sebastian Copeland. Sebastian is Orlando's cousin and he's also a famous photographer. If you want to find out more about him, just google his name, he has his own website with his pictures etc...

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