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Accepting Your Love	By : Tathiela Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 1174 -:- 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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First off I don't own Orlando Bloom, he's only caged in my bedroom for the time being. He will be released when my country is returned to it's former glory. Second I would like t thank, and thank again my lovely beta-er. Captianfla, Flara. I'm eternally grateful doll. *hugs* Oh, and I don't own Bloom, or make any money from this fanfic, I'm also not blackmailing him in any way to make money from him. Here's my story! :

~*~Accepting Your Love~*~

“No, I can’t accept that. Don’t you understand I love you?”

“I accept it Orlando, and I return it. But things aren’t the same now. Your career is taking off, and you have women all over the world who want you. I simply couldn’t compete with that, and I couldn’t handle the backlash from your fans when they learned we’re together. I have to go Orlando, and you have to go. Go and live your life, make your life what you want it to be. I’m going to do the same, but separately from you.”

“You’ve got to be joking Miranda, you’re pulling my leg yeh?” Miranda sighed,

“Orlando no. I’m not pulling your leg, I’m not joking. Do you think this is easy? I love you, and I want to be with you, but I can’t compete with your life, with your career. I’ll always be in the background. Following you around to other countries while you work, or even just being left behind. I’ll be sitting there watching women fall all over you. I can’t handle it; my self esteem can’t handle it.”

“So this is a matter of choosing between my career, and you?”

“No Orlando, the matter is closed. I ended it, and I’m going home to England.”

Orlando fell back in the chair he sensed was behind him, and put his hands to his face, slowly running his fingers through his hair. He couldn’t believe she was doing this to him. They had been together for, well ever. They grew up together in England, and found the love they held for one another when they were both 18. Orlando was living in London at the time, at school and he had asked her to come up for a visit. Since then the two became inseparable friends, and then their friendship changed. It evolved into love, a love that was extremely pure. Now she was laying this on him.

The two were staying together in an apartment the studio had rented for him, while he completed his work on Ned Kelly in Australia. Miranda had been with Orlando through the filming of Lord Of The Rings, and then they had traveled together to Australia for his next movie.

“Miranda, please. Talk to me. Discuss this with me, don’t make your mind up without properly discussing it with me first. I’m begging you to simply talk about this. We’ll work it out, I promise, even if I have to do smaller budget movies, and theatre to make you happy. I’ll do anything it takes, I love you.”

Miranda walked over from her spot by the door of their apartment and placed both of her hands on his head, and ran her fingers through his short curls. It was something she had become accustomed to doing, and loved the feel of it. He looked up at her with dark beautiful brown eyes, glistening with unshed tears. Her heart was breaking with every moment, and she knew she had to leave. She had to go away, and leave him to his life. He would be happier that way, and she knew it.

“Orli, honey. Don’t do this to me, you’re breaking my heart.”

Orlando sniffed, and blinked his eyes. An untamed tear trickled down his flawless skin and he closed his eyes as though he was embarrassed to cry in front of her and wiped the tears in haste.

“And what exactly do you think you’re doing to me Miranda?”

Miranda closed her eyes, and a single tear fell to the floor. Untangling her fingers from Orlando’s hair, she crossed the room to the door, and picking up her bags, she opened the door.

“I’m sorry Orlando. I love you.”

Orlando looked up as he heard the door shut, and it was that moment, he felt as though the most important part of him was being torn from him. He’d lost her, his best friend, his life, and his love.

“Goodbye Miranda.” He whispered into the empty room, as he locked the door and slid his back against it. He reached the floor and tucked his knees against his chest and continued to sob, silently throughout the night.

~*~*~*~Three years later~*~*~*~

“Lo, earth to Bloom, you there man?”

Orlando Bloom was brought out of his thoughts by a hand waving slowly iont ont of his face. Sighing he looked up with a grin, to find his friends had arrived.

“Lij, sod off man, you killed my day dream.”

Elijah Wood put on a false hurt face, and sat next to his friend, scooting him along the seat so the others could find space in the booth.

“And I thought you would be happysee see us.” He joked.

“Orli, hey man. How’s everything?” He heard Viggo Mortensen, king of men say before he saw him slide into the booth as well. Everyone was in London for his birthday, and frankly Orlando didn’t feel like celebrating anything.

“Vig, you don’t want to know. Where are Billy and Dom?”

“They’re on their way dude.” Elijah said, while searching the small pub for a waitress.

“You fellas want anything? I’m going up to the bar.” Elijah said frustrated with not spotting anyone.

“Yea, grab me a beer will ya?” Viggo asked, turning to Orlando. He just shook his head no, and rested his chin on his hands folding together on the table.

“Feeling blue Bloom?” Viggo asked, with a pat on Orlando’s back.

“It’s been three years Vig. Since she left and I mean, I’ve kept so busy I haven’t really even had the chance to be back in England for any period of time. I haven’t had the chance to mourn our relationship, and friendship and I’ve been back about 4 weeks now, it’s all coming back. The feelings and thoughts are churning inside of I m I miss her, and I can’t stop thinking about her.”

Viggo frowned, and tried to recall who he was talking about. His face contorted in thought, and he looked from Orlando to the table in thought. “Miranda.” He whispered when it dawned on him. Orlando nodded, and lifted his head from the table.

“I’ve got to get out of England, but I feel extremely guilty, almost like a bad son never seeing my mum anymore.”

“Orlando, England is your home, and you can’t be forced out of it by bad memories of lost love.” Orlando sighed.

“Always poetic at heart ay Vig?”

Elijah strolled back to the table, several jugs of beer cally lly balanced in his arms. Viggo stood to take two of them from him, and stare questioningly at Elijah.

“Billy, and Dom.” He said without having been asked.

Orlando sighed, and grabbed one of the beers from the table, pulling it closer, and downed it in no time. He needed to get wasted and laid and it needed to be fast.

~*~*~*~*~

“Whoa there Orlando, steady man.” Viggo tried to control the younger, drunk man. Orlando giggled madly, and clung tighter to Viggo’s neck.

“You’re hot man, you know that? I always wondered why all the girls went for the elf when they had a sexy piece of man flesh like you around.”

“He’s wasted Vig, what are you going to do with him?” Elijah asked getting into his tiny black car.

“I’ll drag him back to my hotel I guess, and let him sleep it off.” Viggo replied with a disgusted look. “I just hope I don’t have to clean up after him, again.” He added with an equal amount of disgust on his face.

Billy and Dominic already left, a long time before with two cute blonde’s leaving Viggo and Elijah alone with a self destructive Orlando.

“Alright man, I’ll catch ya later.” Elijah said, pulling out of the parking space, and speeding off into the night.

Viggo sighed, and pulled the now doubled over, sleeping form of Orlando up, and put an arm around his waist.

“Right, what do you say we get you to a bed then Orli.” He whispered, dragging him off in the direction of his own car. Orlando’s car would have to wait in the carpark until the following day.

*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Fuuuuck.” Orlando groaned within the warm billowy soft bed. Light assaulted his eyes from every direction, and his head throbbed as though 20 men with jack hammers were trying to escape.

“Up Bloom, it’s after noon.” He heard a voice mumble from nearby. Summoning up every ounce of energy, he cracked his eyes open, and pulled the blanket down from where it hid his face.

“After noon doesn’t mean shit when you were out until . . .” He paused and tried to remember anything from the previous night.

“Ten o’ clock at night Orlando, we were only out until 10, you were just wasted. Pissed. Trashed. Smashed. Call it what you will you were out of it. ” Orlando slowly sat up, and frowned. Why was he so tired if he had slept over 12 hours. He stretched his long lean body, and rolled over in the bed so his legs hung over the edge.

“Alright Mortensen, what’s for lunch if it’s after noon?” He growled before a massive yawn overtook him.

“Lunch? I’m ditching you elfboy. I’ve got business to see to, which is why I woke you. You’ll have to fend for yourself. I’ll drop you off at your flat though, so I don’t seem like a total prick.” Viggo winked, and tossing Orlando a towel as he left the room. Orlando sighed, and gradually, made his way to the bathroom for a long hot shower.

~*~*~*~*~

“Orlando? You done yet man?” Orlando heard called from behind the door he leaned against. Sighing, he ran the towel through his hair once more, and opened the door.

“Yeah Vig, I’m done.” Viggo looked at him suspiciously, and he saw one of Orlando’s eyebrows raise an inch.

“Yes?” He asked, wondering what that was for.

“What were you doing in my bathroom?” Viggo asked curiously.

“Not your bathroom mate, and not a bloody thing. Thinking.”

“Sure, is that what it’s called these days?” Orlando ran the towel over his hair once more, and then dabbed at his face, wet with tears, and water from the shower. Then he tossed it in Viggo’s face.

“Yeah, sure is. Take me home ya bloody git.”

~*~*~*~*~

“You going to be alright Orlando?” Viggo asked as they pulled up in front of Orlando’s flat.

“Yeah, fine mate.” Orlando replied opening the door to the car.

“You sure Orlando? I don’t know about you. First off you don’t look so good from last nights drinking activities. Then there’s Miranda, you okay about her?” Orlando cringed at the mention of Miranda, and shrugged his shoulders hoping to cover his slip up.

“We’ll see wont we?” He said, getting out of the car, and walking away. Turning at the door, he waved at his friend, and gave him one of his well known ‘I’m-Only-Smiling-Because-I-Have-To’ photo shoot smiles.

Orlando entered his , an, and was welcomed by the face of his best friend Siti. As usual he received the many customary licks to his hand, and tail wags, knocking over anything in it’s radius.

“Whoa buddy, hey. I missed you too. You hungry? I am too, let’s go find something edible”

Orlando walked into the kitchen, dog at his heels, and a trail of tail wagging destruction left behind them. Pulling the 20lb bag of dog food from the corner of his kitchen, he opened it up, and poured enough into Siti’s dog bowl to fill it. The dog happily ate, and he turned to the cupboards to find something edible for himself.

Sighing in frustration he finally decided on some fruit that he found in the bottom drawer. I really have to go grocery shopping before I have absolutely nothing left to eat. Taking a seat on the couch in the living room, he ignored everything that had been knocked to the floor by his dog.

As he leant back, he bit into the kiwi, and ate silently, until Siti had finished his own food, and bounded into the room, jumping like a horse into his lap. He laughed for the first time since being back in England, (not included his girly drunk giggling).Siti lay down on his side, his head in Orlando’s lap, and just lapped up the attention. His eyes showed his adoration for his owner, and anyone could notice it. I love animals. At least they can’t stab you in your back or break your heart.

~*~*~*~*~

“Whoa boy, calm down, stop pulling.” He grumbled, trying to hold the dog back. Orlando had been a neglectful owner since being back in England, and this was the first walk the dog had been on at ‘home’.

The pair walked until they came upon a sidewalk café, and Orlando called a waiter out to ask if his dog could join him at one of the outdoor tables.

“Of course mate, anything for a local celebrity.” The young man said, calling out the manager. Orlando sighed, and pulled out a baseball cap, and sunglasses to hide his identity if he was to eat outside.

Orlando ate his lunch in silent thought again, mulling over his life, and ruined relationship with Miranda, when suddenly Siti’s leash went tight on his leg, and he noticed a young woman walking right where it crossed the sidewalk path. Before he could do anything, the woman had tripped over the leash, and half of her landed in his lap, whilst the other half scraped along the concrete footpath.

“I’m so sorry.” She mumbled, trying to pull herself up, and out of his lap.

“No, I’m sorry. It was my fault, or my dog’s rather. But still mine. I’m so sorry, are you okay?” Orlando rambled helping the woman to her feet.

The young woman pulled her hair back from her face, brushed her clothes down and removed her glasses from her face. A simple movement but enough to make Orlando gasp.

“Miranda.” He whispered.

“Sorry?” She said, taking her hat off to straighten it.

“Miranda.” He repeated, louder this time whilst pulling his own glasses, and hat off.

The girl before him struggled for breath as her hands went up to cover her gaping mouth. “Orlando.” She whispered before rushing off in the direction she was going. Orlando stared, confused, and thening ing up Siti’s leash ran after her.

“Miranda, wait.” He called out to her. Replacing his hat and glasses when he noticed the looks he was gaining from his disturbing shouts and continued to run on. Miranda turned into a little sidewalk shop, and he followed her in. A man stopped him at the door.

“Dogs not allowed in the store.” He growled.

“Shit.” Orlando mumbled under his breath. “Miranda, a friend. She just ran in here. I need to see her. Please.” He begged.

“No dogs.” The man repeated. Orlando ran a hand through his hair in frustration, and walked quietly out of the small shop. Turning he looked up at the sign. “Miranda’s Books.” He smiled. So she’s opened a book store, she’d always loved books. He made up his mind to return tomorrow, without Siti. He’d buy something so she couldn’t throw him out.

~*~*~*~*~

Miranda stood behind a bookcase, and peered out at Orlando, and her grandfather fighting over the unknown black dog. Tears streamed down her face, and she cursed herself for coming into her shop. He’d know now, he’d know she owned the shop, and he’d be back. Once he’d gone, she came out from behind the bookcase, and smiled at her grandfather.

“Thanks grandpa.” She sighed, wiping tears from her eyes.

“No problem love, who was he?” He asked, making his way around behind the counter, to the register.

“An old love grandpa, just an old love.”

“Sweetie, you’re crying.” He observed. “The love mustn’t be too old.” Miranda sighed, and smiled at her grandfather.

“Three years, and still fresh in my mind, and my heart grandpa.”

Her grandfather smiled, and returned to his work, and Miranda put her jacket in the back room, and set about busying herself with work. It would be a long day, and tomorrow would be worse, if she knew Orlando tomorrow would be torture.

~*~*~*~*~

Orlando’s smile reached his eyes, as he quickly dressed. He completed his apartment chores like cleaning up after tails, and food that Siti had spilled. He was going to see her today, and he would win her back. Miranda had run from him, and he concluded that could only mean she still loved him.

“Not today pal, you stay home so I don’t get kicked out yeah?” Orlando patted the dog on his head, and put on his makeshift disguise. It was simple but it was amazing what a pair of sunglasses, and bucket hat did to hide his identity. Closing and locking the door behind him, he started out for a certain little shop nearby. Miranda’s Books.

~*~*~*~*~

Orlando walked quietly, and discreetly into Miranda’s Books, and made his way around the shop, fingering the books, and casually searching for Miranda.

“Can I help you sir?” He heard come from behind him, a soft sweet familiar voice. He didn’t turn, and didn’t move. His entire body stiffened, and his breath quickened.

“Yes, I’m looking for the Lord of the Rings trilogy?” He said, using the accent he’d used for Elizabethtown.

Orlando heard her take in a deep breath, and sigh. “Yes, this way sir, they’re over here.”

He followed her over to another bookshelf, hiding his face behind his hair, sunnies, and hat.

“Right here sir, if there’s anything else I can do for you, I’ll be behind the register.” She mumbled, and walked away. Taking a deep breath, and gathering his nerve, Orlando reached out, and caught her wrist.

“Wait.” He whispered. “I need you.”

“Excuse me?” Miranda replied.

“Miranda, please. Talk to me?”

“Orlando?” She whispered.

Orlando took off his sunglasses, then his hat, and smoothed down the collar to his coat.

“Yes Miranda.” She sighed, and nodded.

“Okay, what do you want Orlando?” She said, taking a seat on the stool behind the register.

“Miranda, not here. Please, go somewhere with me?” He pleaded.

“I’m working Orlando.” She tried to resist the temptation.

“Tonight? After work, please?” His loving eyes pleaded with Miranda’s stern ones.

“Orlando, it’s been three years. I don’t want to agitate old memories. What do you want from me?” She said sadly.

“Just to talk, please Miranda. It’s been three years, just give me a chance to talk to you.” He sighed when she didn’t say anything right away, and he turned to leave.

“Wait, okay Orlando. Tonight, where and what time?” She whispered, hoping he wouldn’t hear her. He turned, a small smile gracing his lips, and his eyes alight with a glimmer of hope.

“When do you get off of work? I’ll come and get you, and we can go for a walk and talk. Maybe eat something if you don’t kill me during the walk ay?” She giggled, and nodded.

“Okay, seven Orlando. Don’t be late.” She conceded. Orlando grinned and nodded.

“Fear not milady, I shant be late.” He bowed, swept his coat around him, and put his hat and sunnies on. Exiting the store, he heard her still giggling at his antics. ‘Perhaps’ He thought. ‘perhaps we will have another chance.’

~*~*~*~*~

Orlando practically floated home, he was so elated that Miranda had agreed to spend the evening with him. In preparation he stopped off at a small pharmacy on the way home, and purchased several items including flowers for Miranda, body wash, shampoo, and conditioner in Miranda’s favorite scent: green tea.

Stepping into his empty flat, except for Siti he began to speak as though he could respond. “Siti my man, she agreed to talk! I’m going back to the shop tonight for a chat.” He said excitedly. The black dog seemed to be happy for his owner as he bounded into the room, and jumped up, trying to lick his owners face in greeting, and what Orlando thought was congratulations.

Orlando stepped out of thewer,wer, grabbing the nearby towel, he dabbed his chest, then ran it over his hair. Singing along to the song in the CD player, Coldplay – Yellow, Orlando was the happiest he’d been in some time. Siti lay nearby, tail wagging, and Orlando knew he was happy too, simply because his owner was happy.

Grabbing his keys from a tabl the the door, Orlando with flowers in hand, and smelling of green tea, stepped out for the evening, ready for a night he hoped would change his life.

“Be good Siti.” He had said before leaving. He laughed thinking of the shape his flat would be in when he returned. Siti was a good dog, but his tail seemed to have a mind of its own.

Walking silently to the small shop, Orlando’s face wore a permanent grin, and even people walking by smiled when they saw it. Hecourcourse, being in a good mood would nod, or tip a non-existent hat to them. His mood changed though, severely. It took a turn for the worst as he came upon the small shop, with it’s windows dark, and the closed sign in the door.

His pace quickened, and he peered in the door when he reached the shop. No one was there. His heart sunk, and he turned to walk away. Miranda had lied. She hadn’t even had the courtesy to tell him she didn’t want to talk. Just ran away.

If Orlando had looked down, he would have seen a piece of paper she had tucked in the door had fallen to the ground. He would have known, she couldn’t be there for him now.

~*~*~*~*~ Miranda’s P.O.V~*~*~*~*~

Miranda paced the small hospital waiting room, her heart pounded within her chest, and her head felt as though she’d been hit by a truck. She was beyond worried, she was beyond tired, and she was about to rupture if she didn’t hear something soon. Her grandfather had collapsed in the shop soon after Orlando had left. Rushing him to the hospital fretting and worrying was the only thing she knew to do and she hadn’t been told a thing since he’d arrived.

She mused that she would bite off the head of the next nurse who told her they didn’t know anything, and to wait for a doctor. Sighing, and taking a seat out of weariness, she hoped Orlando would undand.and.

‘Though why worry if he understands?’ She thought. ‘It’s not like we’re together, ly aly agreed to hear what he wanted to say. I don’t care for him like that anymore do I?’

Her thoughts about Orlando faded as the doctor came into the waiting room, a frown upon his face. She stood with a hopeful look upon her face, and question in her eyes, and the doctor only shook his head, dropping his eyeline and said‘I’m sorry.’ Miranda felt her entire world come crashing down, and she fell to the floor her total being wracked with grief.

~*~*~*~*~

Orlando threw the flowers into the gutter, and stalked home, ‘bitch’ was the one and only word running through his head at the moment. She’d agreed to talk, why had she lied to him. “Fuck it.” He swore under his breath. “I’m going out tonight.” He growled, and turned around to go back towards the pub he had planned to take Miranda.

~*~*~*~*~

Tears streamed down Miranda’s face, as she walked silently back to the shop. With her eyes on the ground in front of her to avoid tripping over anything or running into anyone, she did her best to conceal her tears from passerby’s. She couldn’t face anyone tonight, and didn’t want to be stared at by anyone either.

~*~*~*~*~

Orlando Bloom stalked down the empty sidewalk, bound for the pub and bent on a good night, and probably a good fuck.

~*~*~*~*~

Miranda found her gaze unexplainably drawn up, and away from her feet as she was about to pass a local pub she sometimes went to with her friends. Her eyes scanned the area to find it deserted save for a lone man walking in her direction. She continued walking until she was in front of her shop. She looked down the walk again o find the man was very near, and that she recognized himrlanrlando” She whispered.

~*~*~*~*~

As Orlando came closer he noted feet standing in a shop entrance but he was in too much of a hurry to take notice of them until he had passed, and hear his name called out. Turning he allowed his gaze to slowly travel up from his Converse shoes, and finally to find who they belonged to.

“Miranda.” He whispered, and turned to stalk off to the pub again. Anxious to put distance between them.

“Orlando! Wait, please!.” She shouted after him, and then Orlando heard feet running after him.

“Orlando,” She panted. “Please wait.”

Orlando stopped dead in his tracks, startling Miranda, and glared at her before spitting out three words he would find he regretted more than any other thing he’d done or said in his life. “Piss off Miranda.”

~*~*~*~*~

Wounded pride is a killer ladies and gentlemen. It can bring out the worst in anyone, even a normally wonderfully nice person. Orlando Bloom sat on a bar stool, a skinny blonde hung off of him, whispering things in his ear that caused him to cringe. But all Orlando could think of was what Miranda had done to him. Getting laid was the farthest thing from his mind. He was positively fuming.

~*~*~*~*~

Miranda sat alone in her empty bookstore, a bookstore she could never have paid for, let alone run without her grandfather’s love, help, and support. Now he was gone, and she’d pissed Orlando off. She couldn’t possibly understand how he could blame her for not being there for him. Hollywood had really changed him. She sighed to herself, and rested her weary head on the counter. She was asleep in minutes, utteexhaexhausted from crying.

~*~*~*~*~

Orlando pushed the extremely inebriated young blonde girl into the waiting taxi he had called for her. Saying a quick goodnight, and giving her a peck on the cheek, Orlando was walking home again, alone, and in a far worse mood than he’d been when the evening had begun.

He still couldn’t believe the nerve of Miranda ditching him like that, and then showing up our our later expecting him to welcome her with a cheery smile, and forgive her not being there for him. He sighed, and thought of the old days when had had often complained he was never truly there for her, and yet she had always stuck with him. Up until their breakup she had been his rock, his one stable link to the real him, the one link he had to Orli, not Orlando Bloom, the elf.

Orlando found himself suddenly turning around, and heading back to the shop. He knew it was closed, it was far after midnight. He could only explain it as a nagging feeling of having to be closer to her. He was strangely feeling guilty.

He slowly came upon the shop, and putting his hands to the window he peered in, smiling when he spotted Miranda still in the shop. She sat on a stool, hunched over the counter, and her head resting on it. Pulling away from the window, Orlando a h a hand through his hair and sighed, it was now or never.

He reached an unsteady hand out, and knocked lightly on the window, and with every knock that she didn’t wake his rapping became louder and more insistent. He let out a relieved sigh when Miranda’s head finally popped up from the counter.

~*~*~*~*~ Miranda’s POV ~*~*~*~*~

A knocking sound invaded my peaceful slumber, pulling me from my dreams, dreams where my grandfather hadn’t just passed away from a stupid failed heart. I tried to fight it, tried to stay in that happy place, but the knocking sound was growing more and more urgently calling for me to waken.

I cracked my eyes open, and allowed reality to catch up with me. I was still in the shop, and grandpa was still gone. That knocking sound was there too. That knocking that had torn me from my place of happiness, and of peace, and now threatened to drive me mad.

Holding back my tears, I told myself it was time to face reality, and then kill the person that belonged to the hand that was slowly stealing away my sanity. I quickly lifted my head from the counter, before the tears I was trying to hold back returned full force, and I looked out my shop window.

~*~*~*~*~ Orlando’s POV ~*~*~*~*~

She sees me, and seems to recognize me in this darkness. She hasn’t even reached into a drawer to pull out a gun and shoot me yet. I guess that’s a good sign. I can’t say I would blame her if she had though. Shit, she is reaching into the drawer, oh no wait. She’s only getting keys. Here she comes now. Shit what am I going to say? I hadn’t expected her to be here, this isn’t going to be a well planned exchange.

~*~*~*~*~

Miranda placed the key into the lock, and turned it to the left. For an instant two hearts ceased their steady beating deep within their cavernous chests, and no. It wasn’t the two hobo’s nearby sleeping in the gutter, nor the two forthcoming muggers who were eyeing Orlando only a moment before. They belonged to Orlando and Mirandwo pwo people still deeply in love after so much pain, after so much time.

~*~*~*~*~

“Orlando.”

“Miranda.”

Silence ensued while the pair felt each other out to determine the others mood. Finally Miranda seeing no hint of the earlier anger stepped aside.

“Come in Orlando.”
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She watched the indecision, thubt,ubt, and the guilt cross his face in the span of only a moment. Deciding to give him time to enter on his own, she gave him a feeble smile, and walked back into the shop.

~*~*~*~*~ Orlando’s POV ~*~*~*~*~

‘She doesn’t seem at all angry with me’ Was the only thought running through Orlando’s head as he stepped through the door to the shop, and shutting it behind him, he followed Miranda’s steps towards the counter.

~*~*~*~*~ Miranda’s POV ~*~*~*~*~

Miranda took a seat near the cash register leaving the stool she had slept sitting on earlier for Orlando. “So?” She questioned when he had taken a seat on the stool.

~*~*~*~*~ Orlando’s POV ~*~*~*~*~

My heart pounded in my chest, I was almost certain it was trying to break free as I took a seat near Miranda, behind the counter. Little beads of sweat formed on my forehead. I hastily wiped them away, hoping she hadn’t noticed them.

Time around us seemed to slow as I saw her open her mouth to speak. Everything stopped by the time she had gotten out that single word. That one word that translated into the only possibility I had to be happy again, my one chance, a chance to explain things, beg her forgiveness, and to have her back in my life again. The other half of me, my Miranda, owneowner of my heart and soul.

I opened my mouth to speak but all I seemed to be able to manage was a stuttered “Why-why weren’t you-you here?” Way to go Bloom, ruin your chance at real happiness.

I sit here in utter disbelief, my mouth agape I’m sure. Did this man, this hotshot Hollywood pretty boy think for even a second he was more important than my grandfather?

“Orlando, I thought that you would understand.”

“Understand what Miranda? That you couldn’t face me so you ran again? Left me again when you had said you would be there for me? Forgive me for being hurt by your ditching me when I needed you once again.”

What is he talking about? I never ditched him. I had only done what I thought was bed for him, for us. Does he think it didn’t kill me to do it all those years ago? How dare he bring that all up now, tonight of all nights. Miranda let the tears fall now, let them stream out in anger, frustration, and pain.

“Get out Orlando Bloom. I never want to see you again you insensitive prick. I don’t know what you’ve been up to in LA, nor do I care, but the popularity, the celebrity status has certainly gone to your head. You are not the Orlando I knew, the Orlando I loved if all you can think about is your damn self. You haven’t even asked how he is, or how I am. Now get up, and get the hell out!”

I practically growled at the man, I’ve never been so angry at a person in all my life. I could have strangled the man, right then and there if I hadn’t been raised by a good family, and properly taught morals. I certainly had very little value for his life at that moment however, but I knew he and millions of others did.

Orlando just stared at me, completely dumbstruck, those beautiful brown eyes as big as saucers. The brown eyes I’d fallen in love with. He slowly got to his feet, and shuffled to the door, and out. I decided I had to make one more thing clear to him.

“I mean it Orlando, I don’t want to see your face around here again.”

And that was it, I slammed the door in his face. That was the last I’d hear of Orlando Bloom, I was sure of it. I quickly grabbed my things, and snuck out the back door, and headed home for a long, well deserved rest.

~*~*~*~*~ Orlando's POV~*~*~*~*~

Walking home I could describe my e ase as nothing other than completely
dumbfounded. I had come back to her, even after she'd not shown for our
talk, and she blows up over a simple question.

"You need to get back to work old man." I told myself.

'Maybe I should just move to the States.' I added in my head.

I knew I couldn't do that though. England is my home, and it helps me stay
grounded, and keeps me real, keeps Hollywood from getting to me. And what
was this she said about Hollywood changing me? I've tried my hardest to keep
that from happening, and I thought I was doing a pretty good job of it.

I just shrug my shoulders, let out a heavy sigh, and walk home wondering if
I'll ever truly understand women.

~*~*~*~*~

One week later, and Miranda has handled all of the preparations for her
grandfathers final wishes. She's planned the funeral and found a place perfect to release his ashes, placed an obituary in the local paper, and imed med family members and friends.

Orlando on the other hand was no closer to understanding women, and began feeling guilty again. He’d been taking a daily walk to the shop, hoping she'd be there, but was only discouraged further when he found nothing but a closed sign hanging on the door.

Early on a Sunday morning after a long night out at a nearby club, Orlando
was woken by the sound of a ringing phone.

~*~*~*~*~Orlando's POV~*~*~*~*~

People have the most wonderful habit of ringing me up at eight in the
morning on Sundays, often after I've just crawled into bed four hours
earlier. Groaning I reach for the phone, where it sits on the table next to
my bed. "Yeah?" I mumble sleepily into the receiver.

"Late night again was it you lazy prat?" A voice giggles on the line.

I sigh, and sit up in bed, rubbing sleep from my eyes. It's Sam, my sister,
and I can expect several hours of conversation.

"Yes Sam, what can I do for you?" She's silent on the other end for a
moment,owinowing me time to worry it's bad news.

"Mum just wanted me to ring you up, and ask if you're going to be at the
funeral today."

My mouth suddenly goes dry, and my heartbeat quickens as my brain tries
frantically to recall who had died. I feel horrible as I stammer out my
reply.

"Uh, Sam, who died?"

"You're kidding me; don't you ever check your answering machine?" I let out
a nervous chuckle, and mentally scold myself.

"I've been, well I've been busy Sam. Who has died?"

"Well Orli, mum called to let you know she'd seen an obituary in the paper
for your ex girlfriend Miranda's grandfather. The funeral is today at two.
Mum is going to be there."

"SHIT!" I shouted into the receiver. "I'm such a bloody wanker."

Sam giggled again on the line. "We all knew that already, but I'm glad you've
finally figured it out."

"Shit Sam, this is no time for jokes." I growl into the phone. "I have to
go - Oh no, wait!" I realize before I go to toss the phone onto the bed to
get dressed. "Where is the funeral?"

Sam rattled off the address for me, and I wrote it down quickly, then rushed
around my flat getting ready.

I am such a stupid prat, why didn't I see? I should have known something was
wrong. Fuck me! I have to go, I have to be there for her - If she'll even
have me. Orlando grabbed his keys, and rushed out the door.

~*~*~*~*~Miranda's POV~*~*~*~*~

Breath, just breathe. You have to get through this. There will be plenty of
time to break down later when this is all over, and everyone is gone. If I
just keep repeating that in my head, it will all be okay, I'm almost sure of
it.

I shake the hands of the countless lives that my grandfather had evidently
touched in his eighty years. All of them seemed to have loved him dearly,
which only makes it harder on me. All of this raw, real emotion confined in
such a small place.

Too small really, I hadn't expected such overwhelming attendance. He was
just an old man, and my grandfather, nothing more, or so I thought. So many
of them I'd never even met before, old army companions, old students, and
fellow professors. I even think there might have been a few ex girlfriends
in the mix.

He was so loved, and it makes me wonder who would mourn me if I were to
suddenly die. I have few friends, no boyfriend, and no family to speak of. All I have in life is my shop, and my pets.

But do pets truly mourn when an owner passes away? Some pets change owners several times in their life, so do they mourn their families each time? A
tear finally slipped down my cheek.

Self pity? Is that all I can muster on the day I say goodbye to the man who
raised me, the man who loved me? No, I must hold it together. I have to be strong for everyone. It's the last thing I can do for the man I loved. I have to get through thisthing, and not crawl into a hole and die first.

~*~*~*~*~Orlando's POV ~*~*~*~*~

Alright, I'm here, I'm standing outside the doors. I watch as all of the
other people enter the small building. Will she even want me to be here?
After the last time we saw each other, after I treated her like I did.

I want to be here for her, but just look at all hesehese people. It looks
like she will have enough support here to last an eternity. Maybe she doesn't
need me.

"Self pity Bloom? Yeah, great. Just what she needs. She's right, you have
let Hollywood get to you, let it all go to your head. Just get your ass in
there, and do what you've never been able to do before. Be there for the
woman you love when she truly needs it, even if she doesn't want you there."

I take a deep breath, spin around on my heels, and turn back tow the the
doors. I let out a laus I s I see my mum standing there, staring at me with
a look that only can translate into: my son has gone crazy.

"What? Can't a bloke give himself some good advice without being looked at
like he's gone mad?"

She just shakes her head at me, and reaches her hand out for me to come. I
offer her my arm when I'm nearer to her, and she links her own through mine
and together we walk into the funeral of my ex giiendiends grandfather.
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