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The Musician	By : Faline Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 2170 -:- 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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Chapter 6 - Coming Home . . .

'What the hell is wrong with you!? How could you do this? te ate a girl you've known for what, three days, to your MOTHER's house for CHRISTMAS dinner. Not just any dinner, CHRISTMAS DINNER!?'

Orlando slammed his fist into the wall, hard. He was beating himself up, like usual, for his childish, impulsive decision. He didn't know Hannah. Hannah could be a freak or a serial killer or a moron. She could be anything almost. Hell, she could be a great liar. Why had the thought even entered his mind. His good subconcious poked him in the brain, hard.

'Because she's nice and you don't think she has anywhere else to be, REMEMBER?' It was a soft whisper in his head. That was right. She was going to be alone. Pity. He pitied her.

"Great." He groaned and turned, slamming his forehead into the wall for lack of a better activity. He pitied her. Pity got you nothing in a relationship, and here he was starting one out with it. "I am such a pathetic man."

His gaze flew to the clock. 8:40. He should be at Hannah's right now, picking her up. He should be opening her door for her like a gentleman and then speeding away to his mother's. He should be the kind and corteous man that he had been raised to be. Hell, he should never have invited her.

The phone rang. The shrill ring interupted his self-destructive thought line and he glared at the offending technology. It was probably her, wondering where HE was. He waitined untill the fourth ring to pick up.

"Hullo?"

There was a short laugh at his out-of breath state and Orlando finally was able to smile.

"Hello. Is there an elf home?"

"Elijah! You old dog, how are you?"

Lij laughed into the phone again. "I'm good. Just great. I'm calling just to say Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and all that shite. You know me, I like to check up on things."

"Yeah, I know you. You want something, don't you?"

"You know me too well Orli. What are you doing next week?"

Orlando paused, holding the phone inches from his face before shaking his head in exasparation. "Why?"

"Wanna go for a surfing trip? In Hawaii?"

Orli groaned. Hawaii was his dream vacation. "Awww you know I can't say no to that. Who else have you managed to snare?"

"Billy's coming. Dom can't and neither of the Sean's can. So, it might just be us three."

Nodding to the phone, Orli picked up a pen and poised iove ove a sheet of paper. "What do I need to know? Lij Lij filled him in on all the details and who he needed to call. It was arranged that Billy and Orli would meet at Heathrow and fly into New York, picking up Lij who was living there for a while. Then, they're go down to Waikiki and surf until they could surf no more.

"Yeah, that's about it. And be sure to bring plenty of sunscreen. We don't want any more Brittish Lobsters ruining our fun."

Lij chuckled and Orli growled. "Give it a rest Frodo. That was a one time deal and besides. It was winter back home. How was I supposed to know it'd be so warm?"

"yeah yeah Legless. Just remember who won THAT surfing contest."

Rolling his eyes, Orlando said his good-byes and hung up on one of his now- closest friends. He had no idea what he would do with out the hobbits.

The clock in the hall struck 8:15 and the chimes rang through the house. He groaned and started to debate once again with himself. Before he could be pursuaded otherwise, he grabbed his bag, his keys, and practiy ray ran out the door.

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"What the hell is wrong with you!? How could you actually accept some strange man's invitation to visit his PARENTS for CHRISTMAS dinner? It would have been better to stay home for the holidays once again and practice your instrument. You need practice, remember?"

Hannah cradled her aching head in one hand. This mental battle had been going on since the wee small hours of the afternoon, of the day before, and it had given her a head-ache. No, more like a migraine. She wondered for a split second if the migraines had been inherited before the clock struck 8:15. He should have been there. Perhaps he had decided that he didn't want to take her. The thought lifted her spirits momentarily. That could only be a stroke of luck. It would save her from needless embarrassment and humiliation at the hands of a strange English family.

She swollowed some pain killers uneasily before collapsing on her couch. 8:25. He had forgotten her. Hannah started to nod off when someone knocked at her door. She hollared as loud as she could for them to come in.

"Are you ready to go?"

It was Orlando. The pain was forgotten momentairily as she sprang to her feet and turned to greet him. He really was a handsome man and she now rememberedd why she had said yes. Eyecandy for an entire day. And a free meal to boot. She nodded, stooping to pick up the valaise that she had set next to the door. He smiled and offered his arm, which she took with a little sigh of appreciation. She didn't have arainraine anymore.

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The drive, which was a little over two hours, seemed to take 30 minutes. Both Orlando and Hannah were in high spirits, after talking and laughing for the duration of the trip, and were smiling widely as they stopped in front of a large Victorian style home in the town of Canterbury. Orlando lead the way up the steps and to the front door. He could tell that Hannah was nervous. She held his hand in a death-grip and tightened her fist when the door opened.

His cousin, Michael, was standing in the doorway, holding his daughter, Genevive. "Hello Michael. It's nice to see you again."

Michael's gaze was friendly, but turned slightly warmer when he looked to Orli's side at Hannah. Hannah lowered her eyes to the ground. Orlando squeeze back a bit on her hand and she loosened her grip a little. "Hannah, this is my cousin Michael, and this is his daughter Gene. Michael, this is Hannah Markham, my friend from London."

With his free hand, Michael shook Hannah's free hand and Orlando could feel her relax as his cousin turned and lead the way into his Mother's home.

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The house was massive. It was also very English and very homey. It almost felt like her grandma's farm house, what Hannah could remember of it, and she was at ease instantly within the warm depths. From in front of them, Michael yelled out a greeting to the house and many voices answered backter ter being lead down a short hallway, Michael turned right and Hannah was suddenly not so alone.

They were standing out side of the living room that was absolutly packed with people. There were bodies in every chair and even some standing up around the others. Michael commanded the room's attention as he took a step in, pulling Orlando and her with him. "Everyone, Orli's here, and this is Hannah Markham." Pandemonium reigned as the unexpectedly excited kinfolk greeted Orli with hugs and claps on the back. They even hugged and gave kissed to Hannah with a kind manner befitting any family member. When order had been restored, Michael handed his daughter to Orlando and began the introductions.

He pointed to two men sitting in the corner, alike enough to be twins. "Those are my brothers, Mathew and Joshua. They're twins and get in more trouble than good. The un-Bloom looking one next to Joshua is his fiancée Mona. Newly engaged and up to some fun." One of the two, she couldn't remember, laughed while the other blushed and tried to explain. Michael cut him off and continued around the circle, stopping on an aging gentleman. "This is my father, Bernard, and my mother, Madelyn." The elder couple smiled kindly.

"That's my sister Margot, and her husband Jefferson. The little runt in front of them is Ruthann, her daughter, but everyone calls her Ruthann." The whole group laughed at some inside joke and Hannah smiled with them. They seemed to be a nice group. Michael waved at a quartet on the couch. "The four awkward ones you see there are 'The Brat Pack'. All cousins, all born with in a month of each other, all inseparable."

The two girls in the group, both red-heads with freckles but enough facial differences to see a varied parentage, offered her a small greeting of a waved hand. The boys nodded and Hannah was struck by how much they both looked like Orlando. "That's Sarah, Sean, Nicholas, and Vicky." Each teen nodded at the mention of his or her name.

Michael continued, pointing to the right of the twins. "This is my cousin, and Orli's sister, Samantha and the cute blond next to her is my better half, Bethany." There were titters around the circle, but with a glare, he silenced the humor. And lastly, this is our Grandmother, Elise." Hannah took thisent ent to say hello and shake the old matron's hand. She was an aging woman but still regal-looking in her old age. You could say she was aging gracefully.

"There's another woman or aro around here somewhere. Elizabeth, my other sister, is upstairs in the nursery with the other children and of course, My Aunt Evelyn. She's in the kitchen." Orlando's mother chose that moment to make her appearance, bustling in and exclaiming loudly upon the sight of Orli and his guest. "Oh, how was your drive dear? It wasn't too exhausting was it?" Hannah shook her head and his mother smiled. "That's wonderful news. Any good trip is a welcome chance, right?"

"Mother, this is Hannah Markham, the friend that I told you about. Hannah, this is my mother Evelyn."

Hannah nodded this time and the woman chuckled. "Not a woman of many words? I like that. Maybe you'll rub off on my Orlando and teach him to be a bit less of a wild one." Hannah blushed as she laughed, observing the door. She was not very familiar with family scenes and this was going to be a day day for her.

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As dinner was announced, Orlando watched the red fade slowly from his "date's" face. She seemed uncomfortable and he only hoped that it would soon disappear and the loving, interesting girl that he had met on a lonely street and conversed with in a busy café would appear.

At the table, the spread was delicious looking and smelling, like it had always been. All of the family favorites and family secrets were weighing the table and his stomach groaned in hunger. Next to him, Hannah shot him an amused look before taking a seat next to Samantha. Orlando sat next to her, not missing the look of bemused approval shot over Hannah's by his charming sister. He chose to ignore his glance, instead choosing a nice wine and pouring himself a glass, before pouring one for Hannah.

She accepted it was a smile and a nod, and Orli was sorely pressed to try and pull a reaction out of her somehow. He didn't know how though, God help him. He didn't know what he was going to do with her.

"So, Hannah, we hear you're in the London Symphony. That must be an exciting job! What instrument do you play?"

Hannah looked up from her plate. Setting her fork down, she turned her attention to Orlando's cousin, Matthew. Or was it Joshua? She couldn't tell. "Yes, I play the violin in the Symphony. It's actually my third year with the group and it's very exciteing."

"Now tell me dear," Across the table, Orlando's Aunt Madelyn leaned forward slightly. "Were you in the Symphony for last year's opening performance where they did that beautiful salute to Tchasky?sky?"

"No, I was a back-up player for that performance. I knew the part, but the first violin said I didn't have enough experience for opening night. I gave my first concert about a week later."

"Oh, that's too bad. That was a night to remember for music. Tchaicovsky has always been one of my favorites. I used to go and listen to the Symphony with my parents and Charles."

An audible silence fell over the table at the mention of the name. Hannah looked from face to face to find the older people were staring off oddly while the younger members of the family had their gazes turned down to the table. She glanced at Orlando, to find him giving her an odd smile. "Who's Charles? I didn't meet him, then forget his name did I?"

Orlando shook his head, then replied in a low, calm voice. "Charles was my father."

"Was?"

"He died when I was a child."
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