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Always Be Here	By : dawnenab Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 4615 -:- 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.

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**Disclaimer: I do not know Orlando Bloom. I have no knowledge of him personally and this is simply a work of fiction.... Strictly my imagination here folks. If you do not see him this way, then do not continue to read. I make no
profit from this, and it is written for my own enjoyment, and hopefully that of others.

I'd give anything to give me to you
Can you forget the
world that you thought you knew
If you want me,
Come and find me

Nothing's stopping you so please release me

I'll believe
All your
lies
Just pretend you love me
Make believe
Close your eyes
I'll be
anything for you

~Evanescence

Monday 3:00 P.M.
Thank God today is nearly over. I'm really draggin' ass after last night. Didn't call in the prescription for Valium, but I'm really considering it. Fiona's on pins and needles waiting to hear from Orli. She's always a wreck when the talent's in the air. Takes too damn long to get to Morocco if you ask me, but then no one asked me. I have big plans to go home, take a nice long hot bath and crash out like there is no tomorrow. Fiona remarked on the dark circles that seem to have taken up residence under my eyes. Didn't tell her that her latest hot client is responsible. She asked me to look after him. She doesn't want or need the gory details. Looking after the talent and making sure they stay happy is one of my duties as Fiona's assistant. Everything short of sleeping with them she'd said, though the look in her eyes had suggested that there was no limit when it came to keeping them happy. Shit. Damn phone hasn't stopped ringing all fucking day. This migraine has to be the result of sleep deprivation. Hang on while I get that. Ok. Was for Fiona. Some asshole trying to get a break I'm sure. Anyway. About that really hot bath? I can't wait to get in it.
6:45 PM
I hate LA. Takes two hours to get across town in this fucking place. Jesus! I want to move to Montana or something. Someplace where there are no crowds, no traffic-jams and no phones. This, of course, is always my opinion when I've had no sleep. Wouldn't leave LA on a bet. Not to live anyway. Fiona stayed at the office so she would be sure to get Orli's call. The woman seems to forget that her cell phone works everywhere and I didn't have the heart to point it out...again. Wish I had a beer. Damn. Should've stopped on the way home. Oh well. I'm off to take that bath. See ya.
7:00 PM
Yeah I know. I said a long bath. It was hot anyway. Can't concentrate tonight for some reason. Thinking about last night and this morning.
"That an invitation baby?" he asks. Should've said yes. Would've been fun to watch him have a heart attack. Let's see what's in the fridge. Hmmm. Dr. Pepper. Not a beer, but at least it's carbonated. What's this? Eeewwwwww! Wonder how long that's been in here? Can't even tell what it was. Ok. Time for evasive action. Phone for pizza.
"Hello? Yeah... Let me have a... Can I hold?" Guess I can since you didn't give me a chance to answer you, silly twit.
"Yeah I'm here. Let me have a medium sausage, pan crust with heavy sauce please. Delivery. What? Oh yeah, there's a minimum. I forgot. Yeah let me have an order of wings too. Will that cover the minimum? Ok. Thanks. Cash. 30 minutes? Ok. Bye."
God ordering take-out for one is so depressing. Nothing like hearing that you didn't meet the minimum to make you feel like a real loser. Wonder what's on TV tonight. Let's see. 7 PM. Monday. Oooooooo...hockey! I love hockey. That's what I call a real sport. Let's see who's playing. Damn. LA. They suck. Wish they were as good as they used to be, but then, losing Gretzky can't be good for any team. Hell, it sucked for the sport in general. Ok. That'll do. Just mute it. There. Now to wait for the pizza.
9:00 PM
The phone is ringing. I need to wake up. Damn. Hate it when I fall asleep on the couch. Great. Crick in my neck to go with my migraine and pizza sauce on the carpet. I guess I was tired. Oh yeah, phone.
"Hello?.........hel-lo?.........Is anyone there, cause if you don't say something in like...."
(delay) "Baby? It's Orli. Hang on luv...you've got to wait...there's a delay 'cause I'm ringing you from overseas."
(delay) "Orli?" I'm stunned. He's never called me from a location before.
(delay) "What's wrong? Couldn't you reach Fiona?" Damn woman. Probably forgot to charge her cell. She needs a 24-hour keeper. Ok. Now I have to wait so he can answer. I wish overseas calls were less of a hassle.
(delay) "No baby... I spoke with Fi. She's fine... She can go dive to the bottom of a really dry martini now that she knows I landed safely." His laughter is beautiful even from the other side of the world.
(delay) "So you just decided to call and wake me up again? I can't even get any sleep when you're on the other side of the planet, Bloom!" I can't help but laugh too, since my other option would be to burst into tears and I don't want to have a nervous breakdown at fifty bucks a minute, or whatever ungodly amount this call is costing.
(delay) "You were sleeping? It's only...what?...like 9 o'clock there. Are you sick or something? You've really got to take better care of yourself baby." Did he really just say that? Ok. Calm down. You've had a shitty 24-hours and the guy sounds really concerned. And he is calling you from Morocco of all places. Be nice.
(delay) "I know. I'm really trying. Work was awful today and I have another migraine. How was your flight anyway?" That was good. Now wait for him to talk again.
(delay) "Flight was fine baby. Been over all that with Fi. I just wanted to call and apologize ‘in person’ for leaving without saying goodbye. I know it was rude, but I really had to hurry. Didn’t think you were up for seeing the limo driver at your door. You were already upset about Damien. Sorry about that too by the way. Guess a warning would have been nice, huh?" Ok, stop trying to beat out of my chest will ya heart? He’s calling me to apologize? This is not something I would’ve expected in a million years. Try not to say anything stupid here.
(delay) "I’m used to it Bloom. All you Hollywood types think you own the world." I say, laughter bubbling from my still sleepy throat. He isn’t even close to being a ‘Hollywood’ type, but I can’t resist teasing him.
(delay) "Baby, you need some sleep. Go back to bed and have the sweetest dreams… of me." Oh yeah, that’ll help me get some sleep. Suggest that I dream of you. Great! Now all I can picture is him standing in my hall wearing nothing but that damned towel…and on my bed… and…. Yep. No sleep for me again tonight.
(delay) "Dreams of you would be nightmares Bloom. Nightmares with endless doorbells, drunken visits, coffee and no sleep. Have a safe stay in Morocco. Call if you need anything. See ya when you get back. Goodnight Orli." Now wait for him to say goodbye and the line to die.
(delay) "Goodnight… Baby." How long does a person normally hold a receiver when they’re waiting for a call to end, 'cause I can’t seem to put this one down. Now, how the hell do I get the images of him out of my head so I can get some real sleep?
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