DreamInColour © 2004
*HerPOV*
I didn’t ask for my life you know. It’s not like
I had a conversation with God before I was born and we decided I would be given
privilege. In fact if I had been able to have that conversation with him I’m
sure I would have asked for something else. Instead I was born into a seemingly
perfect family. My parents were rich and they loved me more than life itself. I
was their only child and they doted on me. Here’s the twist they also taught me
to care about other people and not focus only on myself. Even though I was
given every luxury a rich billionaire’s child ‘deserves’ I was also taken into
the poorest area of many cities. It was there that I learned God doesn’t talk
with people before they are born, because none of the people I’d ever
encountered in those areas would have chosen the life they’d been given.
That’s not the hard part. In fact if I could
stay in that area of my life forever I’d be content. Instead I was a
22-year-old orphan. My parents died they way they would have wanted, together.
Naturally they left me everything so that also made me a 22-year-old
billionaire. They didn’t have any close extended family so I didn’t have to
contend with moneygrubbers. They only person that they left me was Bruce, the
butler who had been with our family since before I was born. It was he that
told me what my father wanted me to do. It was like he knew they would leave
this world early, almost freaky if I think about it. I choose not to. My name
is Anya Hart and my parents died leaving me with a mission.
I was shown the blueprints of an exclusive island
in the Caribbean. My father owned this island; he had built a simple cabin
there, which provided all the necessities of life. My mission, should I
choose to accept it, was find someone who needed that cabin, needed that peace
more than anyone else. No small task let me tell you. I’m now 25 and I think
I’ve finally found him.
The Lord of the Rings movies came out the year
my parents died. I didn’t see it, as I’m sure you can imagine, because my grief
sort of over took my need for entertainment. Therefore I wasn’t one of those
who were caught up in the hoopla of that franchise. By the time the second
movie came out I was too behind to care. So it wasn’t until the third movie was
released and I happened to be at the New York premiere with a childhood friend
that I met the person who was perfect for my father’s island. He doesn’t
remember meeting me because he was carried away trying to please everyone
within a twenty-foot radius. I remember him though, not because he was
beautiful, not because the entire world wanted him to be their man, but because
when I looked into his eyes for a brief moment I saw it, he was drained. Not
only was he physically tired but also he was masking total exhaustion. He was
seconds away from a complete breakdown and he didn’t see it.
My childhood friend agreed with me. She said
she’d been worried about that since his popularity had gone global. After
meeting him I knew I had to get him on that island, the only problem was how.
That childhood friend is Liv Tyler and he’s Orlando Bloom.
*HisPOV*
You don’t ask for it you know. Even if you dream
of stardom and all that comes with it you really don’t ask for it. I didn’t go
into acting because I wanted all of this other shite to come with it. In fact I
figured if and only if that ever happened it wouldn’t be for a while. I never
ever conceived of the idea that I would go from obscurity to the ‘next best
thing’ in a matter of months. My head has been spinning for three years and now
I’m finally starting to feel dizzy.
It all started when the
press got wind of my first high profile relationship. Up until that point
people had told me there’d been buzz about my broken engagement and some
drunken actress I’d helped into a cab. Nothing really to get worked up over.
People seemed to be more interested in how I broke my back and the fact that
the man, who I received my last name from, wasn’t my father. Of course those
topics were beaten into the ground to the point that I’m sick of talking about
them. Yes I broke my back; it was the darkest time of my life and I don’t
rightly feel like reliving it thanks. Yes my father, Harry Bloom, who died when
I was four, isn’t really my father. In fact my father is Collin Stone and he’s
very much alive. Moving right along, unfortunately that’s moving right headlong
into, whom I’m dating and why, mixed with a little ‘what is his sexual
orientation anyway’. Hi my name is Orlando Bloom and I want desperately to take
a break from my life.
I had no idea that a semblance of a break was going to
be given to me and on top of that I was not remotely prepared for what this
break would do to and for my life.
“Orli I’m going to need you about three feet
forward and make sure you maintain eye contact with her during the last part of
that line…”
I did hear the rest of what he said, but I knew
already what he was looking for so I had already started trying to comply with
his request. I was getting pretty good at figuring out what a director wanted.
I mean I’ve worked with some of the best directors and actors in the minimal amount
of time that I’ve been in the business. This is a bone of contention to some
people who have been trying to break into the business for years. All I can say
to them is, I’m sorry; I was just in the right place at the right time I guess.
It was later on that night when I tried to sit
inconspicuously in a booth at a club with my girlfriend. Key word, tried. I
don’t even know why I bother with going out in public at all, especially with
her. It’s not that I don’t care about her, hell I may even love her I have no
idea. All I know is that nothing about our relationship is normal. After the
millionth time of someone taking or trying to take our picture I just couldn’t
handle it I had to get out of there. She had promised to stay there with a
friend of hers so I told her I’d meet her at the hotel. It was probably for the
better anyway. If we left alone it might spark rumours that we weren’t really
together, or that we’d broken up, or that we really weren’t that bloody
interesting a couple anyway.
I was standing in front of my door silently
cursing the damn key card that wasn’t working. It kept blinking at me. I was
about two seconds away from screaming and kicking the door like a fucking two
year old. Yes I know that’d look great in the tabloids. Newest heartthrob has
diva attitude with hotel door.
It was then that I met her, “You can try all you
want but you aren’t going to get in there.”
Exasperated I turned to face the woman making
sure my face held the annoyance I was feeling at that moment, “And why not?”
“Because that’s my room.” She regarded me with a
soft expression. I took a moment to take in this woman. She looked somewhat
familiar but I was sure I’d remember meeting her. She was plain compared to the
women around me lately so she would have stood out. Her face held little
make-up, her clothes looked designer, but they seemed comfortable loosely
sitting on her apparently curvaceous frame, her hair looked like it was a
natural blonde not the bleached look so prominent in Hollywood. What stood out
the most were her eyes, they could give me mate Lij a run for his money. They
were this clear blue and held something I had pretty much forgotten existed.
Peace.
I sighed and looked at my key card then at the
door, “Bugger me I’m on the wrong floor. Figures.”
“You didn’t think it was going to be this hard
did you?” She asked as she leaned on the wall across the hall from me.
“I’m sorry?” Maybe I’d drank too much at the
bar, was this woman for real?
She stepped forward while opening a small
cigarette holder, or at least that’s what I thought it was. Turned out it held
one card, she took it out and handed it to me, “There’s an island reserved for
your actual problem.”
“Oh I get it. You’re some thespian trying to
get…” I waved my hand with a laugh, “I’m not looking for religion lady and I’m
not in need of a rich fuck. My life is a bit much right now but that comes with
the territory I’m working in. I’ll be fine.” Now why did I just admit that? I
don’t even know this woman.
She just smiled at me, “There’s a number on the
card that you can call at any time.”
I nodded then headed down the hall to the lift.
Why was it I had wasted that much time talking to this woman? She was watching
me calmly so I put the card in my pocket fully intending to throw it out at my
earliest convenience. It was forgotten as soon as I got to my room though. The
king size bed in Kate and my room was calling to me. I removed my jacket,
kicked off my shoes and landed face first on the soft mattress. Blackness
overtook me and before my memory faded I remember praying for at least a few
hours of uninterrupted sleep. I was so tired.
*HerPOV*
If it was at all possible he looked wearier than
he had the last time I’d seen him. I actually hadn’t planned on seeing him at
that time. I’d kept the card with me just in case, but frankly he was a
difficult guy to track down and even more difficult to get close to. I’d almost
given up all together when there he was trying to get into my hotel room. The
room Bruce had made me book even though I could have driven out to the estate
after my dinner business meeting. I never drank at meetings and in fact usually
drove home. This time Bruce had insisted that I stay in the city. Funny how the
world works isn’t it?
Well now it’s in his hands. I wonder if he’ll actually
take me up on my offer. I looked up at the ceiling in my large room and tried
not to let the tears fall. “Daddy I tried. I really think he’s the guy who
needs the refuge you made. I wish you and Mom were here to help me with this;
please I need to know if he’s the one. It’s been three years and it just feels
right.” I yawned and could almost hear my father chuckle and say what he always
said to me.
“Trust your heart princess it may lead you
astray but it’ll never lie to you.”