The sound of Marimba and buzzing pierced the silent bedroom apartment. Sunlight was streaming through the curtains and windows hitting the Queen sized bed in the middle of the room. There on the bed was a body with piles and piles of different types of blankets wrapped all around it. The person moaned from underneath the mess. Strawberry blonde hair popped up from the nest of blankets. Freya’s blue eyes were glaring at her iPhone, which was lying on the nightstand brighten up the room every time it buzzed.

Why does it have to be so far away?

Freya let out a groan as she tried to escape the wrath of her fluffy blankets. She stretched all the way out towards her iPhone. Her fingertips grazed the tip of her phone, causing it to move. In the moment, her phone fell down on the carpet still buzzing and playing Marimba. Freya let her head hang off the side of the bed.

This sucks.

She peeled away from her warm, comfortable bed and stepped on the crème colored carpet. Freya scooted up her iPhone and quickly dismissed her alarm.

Gosh, that ringtone is irritating. Reminder, I need to change it.

She checked to see why she set the alarm. For some reason, she couldn’t exactly remember the event that was happening. She rubbed her eyelids, trying to see the screen more clearly. Under her calendar was an event; it popped up saying “Publicity For Isaac.” Freya’s eyes grew massive from the realization.

Shit, I need to be at the Publicity for Isaac’s movie in less than an hour!

Quickly as possible, Freya stumped out of her nightwear and threw on day clothes that looked decent. Also, she put her hair up in a ponytail. Freya did a rapid wash all over but not her hair. She didn’t want to blow dry her hair because it would consume too much time. As the last finishing touches- putting perfume on- happened, Freya stuck her iPhone and car keys in her jean pocket and headed towards the kitchen. She grabbed an apple, some nuts, and chocolate milk before walking out the front door and locking it.

Her iPhone began to buzz, again. She opened her car door placing her breakfast down on the passenger seat. Freya unlocked her phone to check her message.

From: Isaac

Message: Freya, get me a caramel Frappuccino with whip cream drizzled with chocolate and caramel. I’m dying for one. Since you are not here yet.

Freya ran her fingers through her hair, frustrated with her outcome. She placed her phone down by putting it in her jean pocket, before putting the car into reverse to get out on the main road. Meanwhile, Freya was driving she began to think about how she could have forgot this important event for her boss. Last night, Louis came over trying to pound in her brain about the first rule. Which, she still could not grasp the concept of it. After what seemed like two hours or so, it probably was longer. Louis was exhausted. He told her they would pick it up from the top again, when she had some sleep. He left to go to his hotel.

I’m surprised he hasn’t contacted me. I bet he is enjoying the extra hours of sleep. I would.

Freya focused on her driving and glanced down at the time making sure she wouldn’t be late for the promotion of Isaac’s movie. Everyone is predicting it to be a box office hit since he is playing the main character of Sean Law. Oh, did Freya forget to mention? He plays a demon hunter who has to live in a high school environment and has to save the girl of his dreams. A bit cliché? Yeah, but hey. Movies have to be a little cliché to prove that the whole story isn’t cliché.

After a short while and getting Isaac his caramel Frappuccino, Freya was parking along the street. She took a few more bites of her delicious honey crisp apple, while getting out of her car. She threw it away in the trashcan on the side of the street with the remainders of her chocolate milk carton. In her hands, there was a tall caramel Frappuccino in perfect description how Isaac wanted it. Freya was a bit surprised he wanted a Frap. His usual consisted of a Grande chocolate mocha with whip cream drizzled in caramel, strawberry, and chocolate and on top a cherry. Of course, he only would drink it if it were in that order. If not, he would throw the drink away in a heartbeat without even looking at it.

As anyone can tell, Freya knows Isaac inside and out. She knows that he is allergic to bananas (or at least he says he is). He doesn’t believe in second chances. Another thing to mention, he hates clingy people, who only want one thing from him: his money. He hates driving on the highway; therefore, he makes sure he always has someone to drive for him. He prefers limousines, but when he can’t get a hold of one (which is never) he likes Hummers because – and Freya quotes- they make him appear more “sexy” in his fans’ eyes. Even though, Isaac Allen is named in the top ten sexy men alive of 2011, 2012, and 2013. Three years in a row. He says he is going for a fourth time. He can’t stand the fact that Benedict Cumberbatch beat him. In Freya’s opinion, Benedict deserved to have beaten him. Just saying.

That’s not even half of what Freya knows about him. It’s only the tip of the iceberg.

Something began to buzz and vibrate in her pocket. Swiftly, she pulled her phone out without a hesitation. A new text message. Not surprising to say the least. She unlocked her iPhone and clicked on the new message.

From: Paula

Message: I thought I made it clear. You are supposed to be on time at eight o’clock. If you are not here in the next five minutes, I will convince Isaac to fire you.

Freya dismissed the message, placing her phone back into her pocket. She rolled her eyes as she continued forward towards the massive building. Paula Lindens, the one and only, is Isaac’s agent. She is the most referred and well known in the actor and actress world. People think she is the best agent, but Freya begs different. Well, Paula is good at her job, but her personality in general? She is a terrible person. If someone gets in Paula’s way, that person needs to watch out or they will get murdered. Freya shuddered thinking about Paula. She pushed the thought of her out of her head.

Freya walked through the open glass door, leading into the main entrance. Off on the right, there was a hallway, which lead to an open area with multiple chairs. And in the middle of the room, there was a narrow and rectangular platform. A long table and chairs were on top of the platform. Paparazzi, journalists, and Hollywood TV anchormen or women filled up those multiple seats waiting patiently for Isaac Allen to appear. Freya walked passed the security guard at the door, he knew who she was. She didn’t have to display her ID to him, which normally happens. However, Freya was running behind on schedule. The security guard knew this.

“Thank you,” she greeted, pushing passed him.

“You’re welcome,” he responded. He went back to standing in his upright position. Freya was speed walking to the back of the open area to get to Isaac’s dressing room. She glanced down at the time to see how much time has gone. It has already been four minutes, she has one minute until Paula “fires” her. There were many doors, in the back room, but only one door had “Isaac’s Room” on it.

Freya didn’t bother to knock. She knew he wasn’t doing anything worth his time.

“If she is not here in the next forty seconds, I highly advise you-”

“Hello, Freya,” a masculine voice came from the couch.

“Hi, Isaac,” Freya answered, smiling.

The dressing room was a decent size. A mirror decorated with light bulbs was on the right side of the room with a table in front of it. Different tables were lined up against the wall with vases’ of flowers. A couch was in the middle of the room, facing the TV, opposite side from the door. A woman was standing by the couch. She was wearing a violet roughly shirt displaying her curvy features; a black pencil skirt enhancing her long, smooth legs and her black stilettos helped, too. The woman had her auburn hair pulled back into a perfect ponytail, not a strand of hair out of place. Her presence was net, order, and perfect. It sickened Freya how “perfect” Paula appeared to be. When in truth, Paula was imperfect like every human being.

“Freya, there you are,” Paula said, fake happiness was detected in her voice wrapped up with a phony smile. “We have been looking for you.”

“Well when she means ‘we’ she means her,” Isaac replied, pealing off the couch almost tripping over his own two feet. Freya stood her ground with the drink he ordered and her purse by her side.

“I could care less if you come late, especially since last night was Friday,” he stated, grabbing the Frap out of Freya’s hand. “Thanks, babe.”

Obviously, Isaac was out busy last night or he would have cared if Freya were late. Just to make it clear though. She was not late. Freya was on the dot. She wished she had more time to relax and not worry about being late. But, who can complain when she made it after all?

“You’re welcome, Isaac,” Freya answered, swaying from one foot to the other. She was keeping her posture straight in Paula’s presence. In this moment, Freya took the opportunity to examine Isaac’s ensemble. He was wearing a simple plain white T-shirt, a jacket over top and not zipped up, denim jeans fitting him flawlessly. His chestnut hair was tossed around everywhere, not organized, and yet it seemed picture-perfect. Freya gave kudos to his hairstylist. She knew what she was doing.

Isaac took a sip from his Frap and sat back down in the comfortable awkward green couch.

“Isaac,” Paula proclaimed, “The press is waiting patiently for you to go outside. Even Lindsey Reese is ready.”

Lindsey Reese played the leading female role of the movie. This was her first massive movie, she has ever done. Freya liked her in the beginning, when they first met about a year ago. Lindsey was innocent, kind, and intelligent. Freya even believed they could be close friends, but all actresses’ who land a leading role with Isaac Allen fall in love with him. Slowly, she became aggressive and wanting to be his girlfriend. All of the actresses’ convince their managers to negotiate with Paula. There they make a deal with the movie producers and director to “date” to help with publicity. This has happened with every movie Isaac has played in. He “dated” each girl and then they “break” up. Lindsey was no exception. Freya felt awful for the girl because she is truly, madly, deeply in love with Isaac. However, he only sees the agreement as it is. A contact, nothing more.

“Just give me a minute, I have to see if the coffee will kick in,” he declared, taking another sip of the Starbucks Frap.

“All right, we will wait outside,” Paula responded. It dawned on Freya that Paula said “we.”

Casually, Paula took Freya by the wrist and walked out the door with Freya behind her. Freya was slapping Paula’s hand away from her. “What do you think you are doing?” Freya hissed, not caring if she could be heard.

Paula glared down at her. “You were lucky he didn’t fire you on the spot.”

“I guess I am,” Freya declared. She didn’t really know what to say to Paula, without giving away how she felt towards her.

Her hands were on her hips. “You know the only reasons that he didn’t fire you was because he has a hangover and your British accent.”

Freya had a look of confusion on her face. “What does my British accent have to do with any of this?”

Paula gave me a ‘duh’ expression. “Please, you know exactly what I mean by your accent.”

Freya always knew she had a British accent; after all, she lived in Doncaster all of her life. She knew some Americans like the sound of British accents, but she didn’t think Isaac was a fan of British accents. Before, Freya could reply Paula hissed, “Next time if you are even a Nano second late. You will be fired.”

“You have no authority. Isaac’s my boss, not you,” Freya declared, trying her best to stand her ground.

“Oh yeah,” Paula smiled evilly, “Try me.”

Frozen in her spot, Freya didn’t know what to reply. Paula smirked as she walked passed Freya towards the open area where the press was waiting. Freya covered her mouth with her hand trying to hold back her emotion and tears.

Why does Paula not like me? What did I ever do to her? Sure, I sometimes snap at her because she is being a total jerk. But, everyone has those days. Gosh! She is despicable.

“Freya, are you all right?”

Crap!

Freya smeared away her lonely tear, plastering a smile on her lips. “Yeah, I’ve never been better,” she replied to Isaac. He was standing in front of his door, holding onto the knob.

“Don’t lie, Freya. It’s obvious what you were crying about,” he stated, look of concern was featured.

Freya didn’t want to start any trouble with Paula. “No, really Isaac. I am fine,” she lied, hoping she was convincing him.

Lightly, he bit his bottom lip freaking out what to say to Freya. “Okay,” he said, not wanting to argue with her.

Thank the Lord. He is letting it go.

She let a heavy sigh of relief. Freya pushed back a few strands of hair behind her ear because she noticed they were in her face. Isaac looked compelled to say something. His clear blue eyes held concern and longing. Quickly, he dismissed what he wanted to express to her.

“Isaac!” a voice yelled, “You are on in five minutes!”

You didn’t have to be a genius to deduce who was shrieking at him.

“Guess, I have to go,” Isaac said, looking off in the direction of Paula.

“Yeah, I think you should. The press has been waiting almost an hour for this publicity for your movie.”

“Yeah,” Isaac replied, and he started to walk pass Freya.

Before, he went off into the direction he was going, he whispered into Freya’s ear, “Don’t let Paula drag you down. She’s just doing her job.”

With that, he continued on his way towards the stage.

Freya couldn’t help, but smile. This was the Isaac she fell in love with. Not the characters or act he plays in front of the camera … the kind man who is himself. A man who the fans wish and dream to witness with their own eyes.

A buzz interrupted her thoughts. She glanced down at her phone to see that she had a new text message.

From: Unknown

Message: Hello, love. What’s up?

Freya checked the phone number; there was nothing familiar about the number.

Without hesitation, she texted the number back.

To: Unknown

Message: I’m sorry, but you have the wrong number.

She placed her phone back into her pocket as she made her towards the open area. There Isaac, Lindsey, and the whole crew were on stage answering questions from the press about the movie. Freya was standing off towards the side not in the way of anyone. She was not in the spotlight and she liked it that way.

Another buzz came from her phone as a woman in the crowd asked Isaac how it was working with the lovely Lindsey on set.

From: Unknown

Message: Wow, I’m surprised you didn’t recognize my number. I would have thought you would have it memorized by now. You’ve had it since high school.

Realization hit Freya. She shook her head not believing she didn’t recognized Louis’ number.
Hurriedly, she added his number to her contact list and then replied back.

To: Louis

Message: Sorry! I didn’t put your number in my mobile phone. I’ve been busy with Isaac’s promotion.

Freya sent the message. She glanced up to see Lindsey answering a question from the press. Freya wasn’t really paying any attention because she knew what the press would be mostly answering: their “relationship.” She rolled her eyes as she glanced down at her phone. Right then, a new message came.

From: Louis

Message: Yeah, I know. He is on TV right now talking about his movie. BORING. So, tonight at seven o’clock sound good to you?

Freya knew what Louis meant by seven o’clock. Another lesson.
She ran her schedule in her head. Nope, she couldn’t think of anything she had to do at seven o’clock.

To: Louis

Message: Stop it. It’s not that boring. And I think seven o’clock will be good.
She held her phone off to her left side not wanting to pull it back out if she put it in her jean pocket. Less than a minute went by, a new text message came from him.

From: Louis

Message: Oh, yes it is and you KNOW it. Sweet, seven it is. I won’t be late and boy do I have a surprise for you. ;)

Freya’s heart dropped to the pit of her stomach.

To: Louis

Message: Wait, what do you mean surprise?!

Without a hesitation, he responded back.

From: Louis

Message: Guess you will have to wait and find out, love. Have fun at the interview! Oh, and smile! You are on camera. ;)

What?!

Freya jolted up in her position. She noticed she started leaning against the wall while she was texting Louis. She glanced up to see that the camera was not at all fixed on her. Instead, the camera was on Isaac was glancing over towards Freya. He was giving her a look of “are you okay?” She nodded her head as she mentally cursed herself.

Her phone vibrated again.

From: Louis

Message: Made you look. ;) Haha. Enjoy your day, Eya!

Eya? I’ve never heard of that as a nickname before.

Freya started laughing because he did get her. At first, she was frustrated and a little irritated that he made her think she was on camera. But, hey whatever. It’s not the end of the world. Paula glanced over at Freya with her arms across her chest giving her the look.

I will definitely get yelled out for laughing later. Great.

Notes

Hello.

I uploaded this chapter quick because I've already written in. But, I am working on the second chapter. I'm not sure when exactly I will update, but I'm hoping next week. After exams and semester is over - whoot! Winter Break/Christmas.

Anyways, I really hope you are enjoying this story. Please leave comments, I love feedback (I don't think anyone doesn't love feedback).

Thank you, niallsprincesstoo, for commenting! Thank you! :D

Hope anyone who has read this enjoyed it. :)