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Always Be Here	By : dawnenab Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 4615 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I hold my breath as this life starts to take its toll

I hide behind a
smile as this perfect plan unfolds
But oh, God, I feel I've been lied
to
Lost all faith in the things I have achieved
And I

I've woken
now to find myself
In the shadows of all I have created
I'm longing to be
lost in you
(away from this place I have made)
Won't you take me away from
me

~Evanescence

Chapter 12

7:00 A.M. (Morocco)
Thought I’d never get back to sleep after that dream. What on earth was that all about anyway? I mean, I know what it was about but, what made me have it? The kiss was beyond my wildest expectations but to bring on that? Still makes me blush, even now. I must admit that I’ve dreamed of Orli before but always just very general stuff, you know? Him on my couch, sleeping, his tattoo peeking from under his shirt. Him standing in my kitchen drinking coffee. Always general and innocent. Nothing like that. Ever. The whole thing seemed so real that I was actually shocked to find myself alone in my own bed when I woke up. Shower didn’t help either. Being naked and wet, with the very real sense memory of his touch still echoing on my skin. Very disturbing. Will I ever be able to look him in the face again? Guess I’ll have to figure out a way to, since I’m here to be his assistant, huh? Be a bit tough to be around him all the time without looking at him. Shit. Who am I kidding? That’d be impossible.
Guess I’d better get myself dressed. Can’t just stay here in my room for the rest of the trip. Can I? No. Even if I tried, Orli’d never let me get away with it. Not to mention it would require some detailed explanations that I’m not prepared to give. There’s the rose and card he left for me. He’s so sweet. If I weren’t so careful, I’d have already fallen for him. What a disaster that’d be. I don’t even want to think about it. I do, however, need to make sure that he knows I’m not mad at him anymore, if I ever really was to begin with. Maybe a bit scared after that kiss, but not mad. He had an early call, which means that he’s already out where they’re filming today, so I’ll be riding out there alone. Small blessings, huh? Especially since I’m not sure if I could handle sitting next to him in the back of a limo right now.
Anyway, let’s go see what I’m going to wear today. Wonder if Fiona packed a nun’s habit? Not likely is it? Oh well…
8:00 AM
Finally ready to go. Got my trusty Dr. Pepper, which is like my security blanket for some reason today. You’d think it was full of Vodka, the way I’m sucking on it. There’s the driver, across from the lobby doors. Isn’t that limo gorgeous? I love the classic black stretch they’ve given us to use while we’re here. So old Hollywood.
The drive out to the filming site is beautiful and I lose myself in thought as we drive, coming back to reality only after we leave the main road and head into the maze of equipment trucks and tents that comprise the location for today. The car pulls to a stop just outside the large tent that’s been set up to shelter the cast while they aren’t needed for shots. The driver puts the car in park and comes to open my door. As I step out into the sun, I catch a glimpse of Orli, deep in conversation with someone. At first I don’t recognize who it is, but as I draw nearer I see that it’s Bryan. He and Orli are talking and laughing like old friends. Oh God! What in the hell can they be talking about?
Can someone actually shrink into the ground? Cause I’m really trying right now. Quick! Where can I hide? I dart quick looks to either side, but I’m standing right out in the open. Might as well have a huge neon arrow pointing right at my head. Maybe they won’t notice me. Yeah right! In what world would I have luck like that? As if reading my thoughts, Orli looks over and sees me.
"Baby! Over here." he says, with a broad smile and a wave.
Knew I’d have to face him sooner or later, I just didn’t expect to have an audience. Least of all, and audience that knows me as well as Bryan does. I smile weakly and walk over to join them, my feet feeling like lead weights.
"Mornin’ luv," Orli says with a wink. "I was just chatting with your mate Bryan here, letting him know that I’m not the huge wanker I came across as yesterday." he says, grinning at Bryan conspiratorially.
"Hey Addy. This guy’s not so bad. Maybe your character judgment’s improved some over the last few years, hmmm?" Bryan quips with a sly smile.
Orli glances from me to Bryan with a confused look, and I give a small thanks to the powers above that there has been no apparent sharing of information here.
Elbowing Bryan in his ribs I say, "Um, yeah. Orli? I think they’re looking for you on set. Why don’t we go check it out?" trying feebly to hide the blush that has set my face afire.
That last thing might even be true, in fact it probably is, but at the very least it’ll get these two apart.
"Sure, luv. Bryan, it was good to meet you, mate. Maybe we can all go do something before we wrap here?" Orli says in his usual friendly manner.
"That would be great, Mr. Bloom. Just let me know when and where." Bryan replies, calling Orli ‘Mr. Bloom’ which nearly makes me laugh out loud.
"Please, call me Orlando," Orli says.
Bryan smiles, appreciative of this casual offer of intimacy, and says "Thanks Orlando."
They shake hands and Orli and I start off toward where his next scene is to be shot.
"You were right about ‘im, luv. He seems to be a fine chap. How do you two know one another again? You never told me last night," he asks curiously.
He had to mention last night, didn’t he? I feel the color return to my cheeks yet again, and a light sweat breaks out on my upper lip.
"We…um…had some mutual friends for awhile a few years back. We’ve lost touch over the years, and yesterday was the first time I’ve seen any of them in a very long time." I reply, avoiding looking him in the eye.
That wasn’t too obscure, was it? We walk in silence for a few minutes, then it occurs to me that I haven’t thanked him for the rose, or accepted his apology for that matter.
"The rose is beautiful, Orli, and the card was a sweet gesture as well," I tell him, sincerely.
He smiles and says "Glad you like it, baby. That rose is a…"
"Fire and Ice," I finish for him. "I know. It’s my favorite breed of rose." I tell him, glancing over to see if he’d already known that, or if it was a coincidence.
"Really? Have to remember that then, won’t I? When the florist told me the name, it reminded me of you, so I had to get it," he says, a secretive smile playing across his lips.
So he didn’t know. And what does he mean that fire and ice reminded him of me? Not sure if I’m flattered or offended, but if the smile on his face is any indication, he meant it nicely.
"Well, thank you for the flower and the card. It was a lovely surprise," I say, desperately wishing we could find a topic other than the events of last night, since it seems to bring me back to that dream every time, which makes me blush continually. I think I’ve been beet-red since exiting the limo a few minutes ago.
As though reading my thoughts he says "Are you feeling ok, luv? You’re looking a bit flushed today."
I’m fine until I start thinking of you naked…
"I feel great, Orli. Just a bit tired is all. Think you can get through today without any melt-downs?" I ask with a cheeky grin.
Orli shoots me a look that’s adorable in its feigned anger and says, "Depends on whether or not you go flitting off with some random bloke again, baby."
Though he keeps his tone light, his eyes indicate that he’s serious, and I feel my blush deepen.
"Oh no. Not today, Orli. I’ll be at your side every moment," I say, not realizing the interpretations that could be made from that statement.
"Brilliant, luv. You can help me with my trousers later, then." he quips and chuckles to himself wickedly.
Good lord. Isn’t that a tempting thought…?
4:50 P.M.
Shooting was excellent today. Orli was as ‘on’ today as he was ‘off’ yesterday. The entire crew was in a wonderful mood and we got quite a lot done. As promised, I stayed with Orli throughout the day, which seemed to add to his ability to concentrate. I am, however, letting him take care of changing his clothes on his own. Can’t tell you the sordid thoughts I’ve had since he made that comment, none of which involved helping him put on his clothes.
Here he comes now. It shouldn’t be possible for someone to dress that shabbily and still look that good. It’s just not fair.
He’s smiling at me as he walks up and says, "Heya, baby. Would you take a drive with me? There’s something I’d like to show you."
There’s something I’d like you to show me too…
Oh my! Need to stop that!
"Sure, Orli. Um…what is it?" I ask, unable to keep the curiosity out of my voice.
"It’s a surprise, luv," he says with a mischievous grin.
My pulse quickens at both the sight of his smile and the lurid images my imagination just produced.
"Ok. Are we taking the limo?" I ask.
"No, luv. I hired a Jeep yesterday and I’ve decided to keep it while we’re here. It’s a bit less conspicuous, know what I mean?" he tells me as he leads me over to a black Jeep Wrangler hardtop.
It’s a beautiful vehicle, and it’s brand new so it shines brightly in the afternoon sun. Orli holds open the passenger door for me and I climb in. Once I’m in, he closes my door and walks around to climb into the driver’s seat. Starting the engine causes the CD player to come on and ‘It’s Been Awhile’ by Staind begins to play on the Jeep’s fabulous sound system.
"I love this song," I tell him and he reaches over and turns the volume up a bit.
"Me too," he says and puts the car in drive, then pulls out onto the path that’s been carved into the earth by all the vehicles involved with the film.
We drive along, both singing quietly until the song ends, then I say, "Ok, Bloom. What’s this surprise you have to show me?"
He looks at me like he’s holding the secrets to the universe.
"You’ll see," he says and gives me a sly wink.
My patience being what it is, I sniff loudly, but I don’t ask again. Knowing Orli, he wouldn’t tell me if his life depended on it. We pull out onto the road that runs up the coast and he accelerates smoothly.
"This place is so beautiful. I never would have guessed Morocco would look like this," I tell him while gazing at the ocean stretched out on the right side of the road.
"Anything would be an improvement over LA, baby," he says sarcastically and rolls his eyes with a dramatic flare.
"Watch it mister. I happen to love LA," I shoot back defensively.
LA gets such a bad rap, but there are a lot of good things there too. Things you can’t find anywhere else.
"Yes. Brilliant innit, luv? I mean, what’s not to love? Smog, traffic, snobs, phonies, the media, paparazzi…" he drones on and on.
I finally break in and say, "A bit early in the game to be so bitter, don’t you think, Orli?"
After all, if it weren’t for LA, he’d not have a very promising film career ahead of him.
"You’re right, baby. Think maybe I’m a bit homesick. Missing my mum quite a bit lately. Maybe I’ll try to arrange a holiday when I’m done here. Have you ever been to Europe?" he asks, looking over at me questioningly.
"Not hardly. Not really in by budget, you know?" I say, smiling at him ruefully.
With a chuckle he says, "Oh yes, forgot about that, didn’t I?"
We drive on a bit further, chatting about nothing in particular when he says, "Ok, baby. Close your eyes."
After only a moment’s pause I obey him, closing my eyes tightly. I feel the Jeep turn off the main road and I grab the door strap for balance, keeping my eyes squeezed shut. We drive a bit further, obviously not on the paved road any longer, and then I feel us draw to a halt. Orli kills the motor, leaving the music on. The CD changer has moved on to Third Eye Blind, but I don’t recognize the track that’s playing.
"Can I open my eyes now? It’s dark in here," I say with a giggle.
"Yes, luv, open them," he says, his husky voice close to a whisper.
When I open my eyes, they go wide at the sight spread out before me. We’re parked on a slight hill facing the water and the most beautiful cove I’ve ever seen. It’s like something from a movie.
"I would tell you how beautiful it is, but words seem inadequate right now. Thank you, Orli. Thank you for sharing this with me," I say, awe and gratitude vying for dominance in my voice.
"Thought you’d like it the first time I saw it. I’ve wanted to show you this spot since you arrived but this was the first chance I’ve had to ask you to come. I mean, there’s no smog and it didn’t take two hours to drive up the coast, but it still runs a close second to LaLa land, know what I mean?" he asks sarcastically, laughing at his own joke.
"Pipe down, Bloom. You’ll spoil it," I shoot back and we both laugh even more. "Can we take a walk on the beach, Orli? I haven’t been in the sand in years." I say, feeling suddenly very girlish.
"You mean you live in Southern California and never go to the beach? Dom, Lij and I go surfing as often as we can. Why’s it been so long, luv?" he asks incredulously.
I look over to see if he’s being sarcastic again but I can see the honest curiosity on his face so I answer as earnestly as I can, "Just no time, I guess. I’m always busy with agency stuff. You know the game as well as I do, Orli. There’s always some premier, party or social something going on. Keeping Fiona organized alone is a full-time, twenty-four hour proposition, so I just haven’t found much time for ‘recreational’ stuff. But, I love my job. Could be worse, ya know."
He listens to my rambling diatribe intently and when I’m done he simply looks at me and says, "Bollucks."
Shocked at his use of this British curse I say, "Pardon me?"
"Bollucks. That’s a load of rubbish, and you know it as well as I do. You don’t take care of yourself; don’t give back to yourself, baby. Before now, how long has it been since you were outside LA for more than a day?" he asks, turning off the music, opening his door and stepping out of the Jeep.
I open my door and step out, almost running into him. He must’ve been coming to open my door. Oops. Need to remember that this man’s a gentleman.
He quickly hides his frown and says, "Well? How long?"
Before I answer my mind drifts back to the last time I was on a beach and I feel a stab of pain along with a touch of panic.
"It’s…um…been about five years, Orli. A long time…" I say, my voice catching a bit.
He obviously senses that he’s touched on a sensitive subject and he nudges me with his elbow saying brightly, "Well, you’re here now, so let’s enjoy it, yeah?"
I smile at him gratefully and as we step out onto the sand I stop and take off my shoes and socks, rolling my jeans up to keep them out of the water. Orli follows suit-except for the socks, which he never wears-and we head down to the water’s edge. We walk side by side for a few minutes, just chatting and pointing out different pieces of the scenery. There’s a boat sailing out on the horizon which prompts him to relate some of his stories from the filming of ‘Pirates’. He really enjoyed that film and speaks highly of all his cast mates, especially Johnny Depp. Says he learned a lot from the man. I’ve always enjoyed Johnny’s movies, though I’ve not had the opportunity to meet him. He sounds like a great person. Real character.
Speaking of characters, you should see Orli when he is in one of his comic moods. He really has a great sense of humor and I find myself laughing hysterically at his antics. I hope he’s able to do a comedy some time. His comic timing and willingness to make a fool of himself sheerly for a laugh make him a great candidate for it. I just hope he’s strong enough to stand up to the industry and avoid that ‘heart throb’ mess. We’ll see.
Eventually we walk back away from the water, far enough back that the sand is dry and we can sit down. We’re facing the water and I see that the sun is making its daily descent, sinking into the horizon. I gaze at it until Orli breaks my reverie.
"Last time I was over here they had bon fires on this beach. I was hoping there might be one tonight, but it doesn’t look like we’ll be having any company," he says, sounding almost wistful.
Looking around, I’m suddenly aware of how secluded this cove is and I begin to feel a bit awkward. I look over to see him looking right back at me, his eyes shining with an emotion I don’t quite recognize.
"Baby? There’s something I’d like to talk to you about. I’ve been thinking about this quite a bit…especially since you got here…"
Uh oh! Alarm bells! Signal lights! Run! Now!!
"Ok. What did you want to talk about, Orli?" I ask, trying my best to look like I have no clue where this is going.
Forcing myself to keep looking into his eyes, I wait to hear what he’s going to say. To my surprise, he looks away first, looking out over the water and I see a flush of color creep into his cheeks.
"Well…um…it’s just that…I," he stutters and I marvel at the fact that I’m witnessing Orli at a loss for words for the first time since I met him.
"Would you like a cue card, Bloom?" I ask teasingly.
He grins, but still doesn’t look at me.
"This is a bit tougher than I’d thought, innit? What I’m trying to say is that…I really enjoyed that kiss."
Now what am I supposed to say to that?
Me too. Shoulda seen the dream I had right after that, gorgeous…
"Um…thank you? I liked it too, Orli," I say, that awkwardness I mentioned earlier growing by the second.
"I was wondering how you’d feel about…well…if we did that again? Often?" he asks, obviously struggling with the discomfort of the situation.
"Often?" I ask, blushing furiously "What exactly are you suggesting, Orli?" I say, needing to hear him say the words.
He looks back at me, his face set in a serious mask and says "You know what I’m asking, luv. Would you consider seeing me? Dating, if you will?"
I can see the anticipation mixed with trepidation in his eyes, and I can’t help the excitement hearing him saying it has caused in me, but I’m suddenly transported back in time to that long ago beach and another beautiful sunset. The parallel is far too close for my comfort and I feel the panic stir in my chest again. That it was another beautiful man-another actor-that I shared it with only fuels that panic and I’m suddenly very nauseous.
"You know I don’t date…"
Cutting in abruptly he says, "Yes, yes. ‘I don’t date actors, Orli.’ I’ve heard that mantra more than I care to remember, baby. I’m not talking about actors here, luv. This is me. Orli. You know me, Adriana. Maybe better than anyone ever has. Are you telling me that after all we’ve shared and the time we’ve spent together, that I still only rate as an ‘actor’ with you?"
His eyes burn with a passion that I’d have written off as contrived just a couple of days ago but I’m beginning to think maybe he isn’t as melodramatic as most of his peers. Maybe he really is sensitive and emotional. For real. Someone I could…NO!!! The last time I took my guard down and believed in that kind of emotion it cost me my soul. I don’t have another to bargain with.
"Of course not, Orli, don’t be dramatic. You are more to me than just an actor or client. You’re my friend and I don’t want to lose you, but I will not-I cannot- make an exception to my rule. I’m sorry," I say, looking into those expressive brown eyes and seeing the disappointment shining in them.
It nearly tears the heart right out of me. It takes a minute before he speaks, and when he does his voice holds a resignation I’ve never heard from him before.
"I see. That’s too bad, luv. I’d really like to be able to mend the damage that’s been done to you. You carry the scars like a shield but if that’s how you feel, I won’t ask again."
He smiles a warm but defeated smile and stands up. He offers his hand to help me up and I take it, aware that there is, even now, a spark there when he touches me.
Wondering what effect this conversation has had on our relationship I ask, "So what now? Am I on a plane back to LA first thing in the morning? New room at the hotel? What?"
His answering frown tells me that I’m the one being dramatic now and he says, "Don’t be absurd. You still need to relax, and I still need you here. If you’d like a separate room, I’ll arrange it as soon as we get back to the hotel, but know that it isn’t my preference that you move."
I’d known that his reply would be something close to this, but it does comfort me to hear him say it. As crazy as he makes me, I really can’t imagine my life without him in it. Not now. This must be what it’s like to be addicted to hard drugs. You know what they’re doing to you, yet you can’t leave ‘em alone. Hey! There’s an idea! I’ll start the Orlando Bloom twelve-step program when I get back to LA. Not that it’ll work but hell, most rehab programs don’t work anyway.
As I stand up, I brush the sand from my butt and we make our way back to the Jeep. Orli holds open my door and I climb up into the passenger seat, tossing my shoes onto the floorboard. Once I’m in he goes around and climbs into the driver’s seat, starting the motor. The CD player comes back to life and I hear ‘Away From Me’ by Puddle of Mudd, another of my favorite songs but a bit too close to home at the moment. We ride back to the hotel and make our way up to the room in abject silence. Once inside the suite, we both make slim excuses and head to our own rooms. How could either of us have thought that nothing had changed?
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