Heaven|PG|Completed

[Jems]

Heaven

I stood on the edge of the ship, my elbow propped up on the side and my head resting in my hands. The scenery seemed to imprint itself in my memory and hair flew here and there as the wind picked it up. Sea spray sunk into skin as it flickered up from the wave that crashed smoothly onto the ships side. Voices were drowned by the loud hiss of the ocean and the few birds that swooped over the sheer blue above.

‘Lost in thought, love?’ A soft British accent mused in my ear, sending shivers down my spine, which I chose to ignore.

I shook my head in reply, not averting my eyes from the wondrous view that seemed to crave for attention. No need was felt to face him, but I knew the man well enough to know a pair of brown orbs studied me closely.

‘Johnny’s having a row with Gore.’ He chortled for a second before adding, ‘…Again.’<br>
I turned to see my co-star in full costume, waving his hands about weaving an uncertain complaint. The hat, which I had so carefully placed on his head in perfect position, was sliding dangerously. In response I sighed, shaking my head in disbelief at his behaviour. He was an outrageous man, yet everyone loved him for being himself. Nobody could fault Johnny Depp, and if they did it would only be inside their heads, for not a soul would dare say it out loud. If they did…well, they would most certainly be mobbed…or worst killed by his forever-growing congregation of fans.

‘That man never ceases to amaze me.’ I muttered, sighing once again and drawing away from the edge of the ship, setting down on a random prop.

I grabbed a bottle of water that was earlier abandoned on the wooden floor. I fumbled with the lid, helplessly trying to open it up so access to the liquid was possible. In the end I just released a small scream of frustration and threw it down, letting it skid across the floor to the mans feet. His feet. Orlando’s feet.

Although I had stuffed my head in my hands, I had spread my fingers far enough apart to watch him bend down and pick up the godforsaken item. I heard him open the lid with ease and then the light patter of his footsteps as he drew next to me.

‘Here,’ Orlando said gently. Calmly. Understandingly. Knowingly.

I slipped him a small smile as I took the bottle from his outstretched hand. The liquid poured pleasantly down my throat with ease and I paused when I felt refreshed.

‘Thank you.’ I whispered, cheeks coloured with embarrassment. My head hung slightly so eye contact was almost impossible.

His hands reached and squeezed mine reassuringly. ‘No problem, everyone has off days.’<br>
As I finally built up enough confidence to look him in the eye, my make up artist came hurrying over.

‘Goodness Keira, look at the state of your hair,’ she tutted frustrated. ‘It’s what you get from sitting on a ship all day I suppose. I honestly don’t see why they insist on me even brushing it when it ends up like this!’

I silently groaned in annoyance as she rudely barged between the confined space that had settled itself between us. A hairbrush almost vigorously attacked my hair, which I am not proud to admit was mostly extensions, and a large bosom entered my view, rather then the handsome young features I had been accustomed to seconds before.

I vaguely heard him tell me he would speak to me later and I would have replied if it weren’t for the sudden attack of lipstick being applied to my lips.

I didn’t see him for the rest of the day. Not even on the trip back to the main land, for I was requested to stay behind for another couple of hours for some shots they had forgotten me in. I can hardly say I was charmed about that.

My mood however improved, as Johnny stayed behind and his ludicrous sense of humour sent me up to the clouds and back. We even managed to slip in a food fight with the left over sandwiches that nobody had dared to do more then pick at, until Gore found us that were.

By the time I got back to my trailer I was literally on my hands and knees, overpowered by tiredness. The set was still as everybody was attempting to get some shuteye until our next shot extremely early in the morning, a couple of hours before sunrise.

I didn’t even bother to change; instead I just collapsed into my inviting bed that lulled me into a welcoming sleep.

I had only just felt as if I had drifted off when gentle hands were shaking my body, and a soothing voice brought me back to life. I purely groaned burying my head beneath my pillow, willing whoever it was to disappear. As the man stroked my hair and their scent found its way to my nose, I knew immediately it was Orlando.

‘Come on love. Get up. Gore’s like a grumpy bear at this hour, ready to kill, and it’s not going to help if we don’t have the damsel in distress.’<br>
At the chuckle of laughter that proceeded after the comment and the statement itself, I moaned again. Louder this time.

‘Kill me now.’ I grumbled groggily, turning over in bed away from comforting hands.

Another splutter of laughter.

‘Come on sweetheart, I have coffee.’<br>
I sat up.

‘With milk?’

‘As always love.’<br>
‘God bless you.’ I stated as my eyes snapped open, despite there beg for rest. I made a grab for the coffee and studied it closely before squealing with delight and taking a sip.

‘No, God bless you love, I’ve never known you to wake this quickly.’<br>
In response to the speech I hit him playfully.

‘Don’t be rude, I’ve got to get ready yet.’<br>
Orlando groaned despite the cheeky grin that had conquered his face as I gulped down the coffee with satisfaction.

‘Well then beautiful Keira, I will see you in a second, I’ve got to shift my butt over to the costume trailer.’<br>
‘Oh but it’s a very cute butt,’ I told him with a giggle.

He raised his eyebrows at me in surprise although he accompanied my laughter. I still cannot decide whether that surprise was to the words that came out my mouth, or the fact that I was actually making conversation at that time in the morning. Nevertheless, he planted a kiss on my cheek in goodbye and soon enough I could hear his cheerful whistle as he strolled towards the next trailer.

As soon as he was out of earshot I instantly cursed to myself. Cute butt? Cute butt? Of course it was a cute butt this was Orlando Bloom for goodness sake!

It was hard to explain my feelings towards that man, infact I had a terrible time expressing my feelings on any male. But he wasn’t like the others he was so very, very different.

For one, he was praised with his extremely breathtaking features, yet it wasn’t just appearance that made me admire him. It was the depth of his beauty. Beneath his skin laid the radiant personality that only few could dig out of him. I was one of the lucky few, although after almost 4 months of time spent together, I would have said it was close to impossible not to open up.

As I stepped out of my trailer and into the dark night dotted with glistening stars, I spotted Orlando chatting to Johnny. I held up my hand in a slight wave when they both looked in my direction before heading towards the costume trailer.

I dressed rather quickly for a change but that was probably because of the ice-cold air digging its sharp fangs into my skin. It was scary how quickly the temperature dropped when the sky turned black in the Caribbean.

~*~

[Jems]

‘Cut!’ Gore yelled at the top of his voice hours later, shaking his head in order to let us know it was not what he wanted.

I shifted uncomfortably from where I was sitting, as did Orlando and Johnny. We were all sharing a small rowing boat that was supposed to fit 6 persons, but truthfully only fit two. Therefore, I was pressed up against the rear of the floating object, with my face partially hidden in Orlando’s back. Johnny had the room at the front, and I knew it wasn’t just me who wished he would move the hell up.

‘Johnny,’ Orlando spluttered, pushing his co-stars dreadlocks out of his mouth. ‘Can you budge up a bit? I can’t bloody breathe.’<br>
Johnny turned in a “Captain Jack Sparrow” way, warning us all he was still in character and eyed him warily.

‘No can do mate, if I do there will be no room for me legs.’<br>
‘If you don’t quit being so stubborn,’ Orlando growled through gritted teeth, showing serious signs of discomfort, ‘you won’t have any legs.’<br>
I found myself suppressing a series of giggles at their attitude towards one another. I think it would be a bit foolish to say we were all morning people.

‘If you both don’t stop moaning and giving me a headache, I’m going to have the whole boat to myself.’ I said, my tone only partially ringing with sarcasm.

At my statement both heads turned and bodies swivelled round with a series of grunts and ‘Ouch that hurt!’<br>
‘And the beauty seems to have found her voice.’ Johnny teased, winking at me whilst chuckling at his own comment.

I sniggered. ‘Well I wouldn’t have had to find it so quickly if you two hadn’t been so immature.’ I told them, a grin already possessing my face as I waited for their childish whines.

‘Hey no fair!’ Orlando wailed in the tone three year olds would use when their mother wouldn’t let them eat their sweets. ‘I’m not immature, you’re immature!’<br>
At this I nearly split my sides laughing and had to resolve to bite the insides of my cheeks to make me stop. Johnny merely shot Orlando a quizzical look that blatantly said, “ Dude, grow up.”

‘Sweetie.’ I said, trying to suppress the giggles that were welling up inside my chest. ‘I’m sorry, you’re not immature.’ I chewed my lip as I found Orlando looking at me with puppy dog eyes and a pout, which made me want to kiss him for a long time. A very, very, very long time infact. I restrained though and resolved to wrap my arms around him in a tight embrace.

‘That’s better.’ He said in his normal voice again, pulling me closer to his body. ‘Much better.’ He added after a while before pulling away and placing a soft kiss on my lips.

I looked up astonished into his mesmerising, brown eyes and found myself lost. His hands found a way to cup my face gently and I sighed at the touch. Just as his lips were about to conquer mine in a meaning of passion a loud cough pierced through the moment, shattering it to pieces.

We leapt apart like two fireworks set off in different directions. The rowing boat swayed dangerously as if it was about to capsize until it slowly steadied with time. When I finally averted my eyes elsewhere then my lap, the gaze was snatched up by Johnny, who shook his head slightly before turning his back to me.

Silence surrounded us from then on. Well, it seemed that silence had captured me in a bubble if it had not for the others, because I could not hear anything but the sea as it sloshed about underneath me. I didn’t speak, just scolded myself in my mind. And that was how it stayed, until I was back in the safe arms of my bed.

Days went by before I saw Orlando again. Johnny informed me his girlfriend Kate had come to visit him on set and I swallowed back my disappointment thickly at the news.

It wasn’t like I didn’t know he had a girlfriend. To be truthful I knew all to well seeing as I had already met her before at get togethers she had been dragged along to. The thing that pained me the most was that I could not even hate her. She was the sweetest, most lovely, generous and kind person I have ever met, not to mention pretty. We had chatted non-stop for hours on end and it was clear that she was over her head in heels in love with him. And that was the only thing I had against her. The fact that she loved Orlando and he loved her back.

When Johnny had told me the news he had ignored my fallen face, telling me to remember my boyfriend back home. My Jamie. I missed him… but not as much as I grieved for Orlando’s heart.

‘Are you coming to the pub tonight?’ Johnny asked, as we walked down the sandy path that lead away from the beach. It had been a long day of filming, and we had taken a quick stroll on the sandy shore before retiring to our villas.

‘Maybe,’ I replied after some thought. ‘I was going to call home though.’<br>
Johnny smiled at me, his gold caps capturing the light with a sparkle. ‘Will that really take all night, Keira?’<br>
‘I’m tired.’ I stated quickly before he went off into one of his dreary, yet useful when listening, rants.

His sigh was audible as it landed in my eardrums. ‘That’s been your excuse for too long now, love.’<br>
‘And it is also the truth.’<br>
As we approached my hotel door I planted a hurried kiss on his cheek to assure him I still valued his worry for me.

‘I might see you later?’ His voice was full of high hopes so I nodded to keep him happy.

‘Maybe.’ I said softly, before closing the door behind me.

It happened that only when I was in my pyjamas and curled up in front of the television after a lengthy chat with my family, that the phone decided to ring. Whilst my eyes stayed fixed on the screen, I wildly grabbed for the noisy object, jamming my finger onto the accept button and managing a hello.

‘Hey, it’s Orlando.’<br>
My heart leaped, did around three hundred somersaults and jigged up and down excitedly in my chest.

‘Oh, hi,’ I attempted to reply casually.

I doubt I succeeded.

‘And may I ask why you aren’t down at the pub with all of us?’<br>
I shrugged even though I was aware he could not see me in the slightest.

‘I don’t know…’ I started, ‘I’m tired and I had to make a call to my family.’<br>
‘As did I,’ he said so incredibly softly. I had to strain my ears to hear him properly, as the call he was making was from inside the pub. I could just make out Johnny’s voice in the background and I smiled, noting his speech was already slightly slurred. That was never a good thing.

‘Please Keira, come on down for a bit. Just for an hour or so?’<br>
My heart melted at the plead in his tone. I wanted anything but to sit in a pub with him and his girlfriend, sipping at a glass of orange juice, as I wasn’t legal to buy any alcohol. But I knew I would relent if he kept at it.

He obviously noted my hesitation as he added, ‘I’ll buy you some alcohol.’<br>
‘That’ll about do it!’ I laughed jokingly, my spirits gaining some height in the prospect of maybe being able to forget my troubles.

‘I’ll see you in a couple of minutes?’ He asked happily.

‘If you think I can dress quickly, then yes.’<br>
‘Good.’ He replied, ‘See you in a while.’<br>
I held the phone to my ear for a second after hearing him hang up, and then dashed into my bedroom in a flurry so I could change.

~*~

[Jems]

The pub was a cosy old place, situated a little away from the seafront so the salt air wheedled its scent with the mix of beer and smoke. As I approached the building, I noticed a familiar figure leaning against stonewall that separated the beach from the pavement.

‘Hey you.’ I said softly, touching his side gently in order to capture his attention.

Orlando smiled at my gesture, manoeuvring his body so it faced me. ‘I was waiting for you.’ He said simply, letting me know why he was out in the cold night rather then in the warmth.

‘Thank you.’ I replied as he took my hand, threading his fingers through mine asking me to walk into the pub with him.

‘Don’t you get lonely in the evenings?’ He suddenly questioned, holding out the door for me, whom I walked through, grateful at the heat that hit me in order to defrost my frozen limbs.

‘Sometimes.’ I replied casually, trying to tell him it wasn’t a big deal. ‘But so does everybody I’m sure.’<br>
I turned my head to look at him as I spoke, noticing the look of confusion on his face. Gradually he took in what I was saying before answering.

‘But most do not try to isolate themselves to loneliness.’<br>
I stared at him. Not knowing what to say. Not wanting to say anything until my voice found it indecent not to reply.

‘Maybe loneliness is a good path to take if it prevents you from making your heart ache visible to others.’<br>
It was his turn to gaze at me, but our conversation was ended by the one and only Johnny Depp as he called out my name drunkenly and staggered over to us, almost collapsing after a slurred hello. As my eyes darted without patience around the building, I discovered that Kate was not in sight, nor was their any presence of her being here.

Between the two of us, we managed to half carry half drag him over to our tables and dump him down on a chair. As soon as that was done, my attention turned to some other cast and crewmembers that dosed me in conversation. I smiled politely, adding in a word or two now and again but I did not say anything to Orlando, only a thank you when he slipped a bottle into my hand as promised.

As the hours passed, I could easily admit that I was enjoying myself. I sat contentedly at the table surrounded by men who had all had a bit too much to drink. Johnny had captured the attention of everyone as usual and was cracking terrible jokes that seemed to be hilariously funny, but then again that was alcohols doing.

‘Another drink, Keira?’ Jack Davenport asked me kindly, to which I shook my head.

‘I thank you, no. I have to drag this man-,’ I paused to point to Johnny. ‘-Back to his apartment without falling over myself on the way.’<br>
Jack laughed giving me a quick hug. ‘Sometimes I wonder how you matured so fast.’<br>
I giggled, walking up to the bar with him so I could lend him a hand with carrying the drinks. ‘My mum says I was born 40 and I’m working my way down.’<br>
Jack chuckled, running a hand through his hair while he ordered and then replied. ‘Why do I not find that hard to believe?’<br>
It was not long until people started to take their leave after the fifth or sixth rounds of drinks.

‘Why has everyone gone?’ Johnny grumbled in a very uncertain manner, attempting to stand up and then relenting when realising he couldn’t. ‘I can’t feel a thing, I want another beer.’<br>
‘No!’ Orlando and I yelled in unison, jumping up so Johnny couldn’t even try to make his way over to the bar. I don’t know why we even did it to be honest; it wasn’t like he could stand anyway.

‘We’re going home, Mr Depp.’ I said sternly as Johnny muttered curse words under his breath, probably at me.

When he refused I literally hauled him up from his chair, slinging his arm around my shoulder in order to keep him upright. I felt my knees buckle at the weight and grimaced.

‘Here, let me help you love.’<br>
I looked up to find Orlando by Johnny’s left side. He gave me an earth shattering smile, doing just as I had done in order to support the mans weight.

‘Come on, mate.’ Orlando pleaded as Johnny slumped between us, showing us with own free will that he did not intend to move.
~*~

We were a funny old sight really. Two young adults, dragging a man of 40 years up a steep hill, stopping every second or so to catch back breath. Giggles commenced, frequently breaking the stillness of the air as Johnny came out with the most absurd lines. One of them being, how the moon looked like cheese and did we think Mr. Moon would mind if he took a bite out of it because he was rather hungry? All I can say, is each person living in St. Vincent must have been woken by our howls of laughter that rang through the small island that night.

‘I love you, Orlando.’ Johnny cried suddenly, shooting Orli a simpering smile that almost made me choke.

‘I’m flattered.’ Orlando joked, shaking his head in disbelief at his friend’s manner.

‘And you Keira.’ Johnny garbled, throwing his head to face me with a dramatic effect. ‘I love you too.’<br>
‘Oh really.’ I raised my eyebrow into a high arch. ‘Anybody else you love at this particular moment?’<br>
I could see him ponder with thought for a moment before shaking his head slowly. ‘No, but you love Orlando.’<br>
Inside I wanted to die but outside I fought to remain calm, telling myself breathing was essential in life. Johnny laughed at the look on my face. It was amazing how he noticed my expression really, a second ago he was mistaking me for someone else.

‘Oh don’t worry,’ he reassured. ‘Orlando loves you too. He ended his relationship with that Kate girl for you.’<br>
My bottom jaw almost fell to the floor with a crack.

‘What?’<br>
‘Right!’ Orlando practically yelled with false cheeriness, suddenly seeming grateful to have reached Johnny’s villa. ‘Lets get you inside! Now where are your keys?’<br>
I studied his face carefully as he fumbled with the key in the lock. A few brown curls had strayed over his perfect face leaving him in shadow. His long, dark eyelashes swept over his face beautifully as he blinked. His lips slightly parted as he frowned with concentration.

I only realised that I had been staring when he let out an uncomfortable cough. I immediately blushed crimson, biting my lip uncertainly before tending to Johnny once again, who had turned unusually quiet.

Together we managed to haul him through the door and into his bedroom where we helped him into bed.

‘Night Johnny.’ I said, waving at him as I started out the door, Orlando close behind me.

‘Keira?’<br>
‘Yes.’<br>
‘I shouldn’t have said that, should I?

I smiled at him weakly before answering honestly, ‘No. I’ll see you in the morning.’<br>
Not a word was passed between Orlando and I as we headed towards my villa. As we reached my door, I fiddled with my hair nervously before digging in my pockets for my key.

‘We should never let him near alcohol again.’ I attempted to joke as I opened my door successfully. Walking through the frame, I threw down my keys onto the table nearby before standing to face him. ‘Anyway, I had a great time tonight apart from the excessive amount of alcohol, the bad jokes, the-’<br>
‘-Keira,’ he said softly as I started to babble.

I ignored him. ‘The smell of smoke which you know I can’t sta-’<br>
I was broke off mid sentence as he placed a finger upon my lips. I squeezed my eyes shut.

‘P-Please.’ I whispered, knowing the fear of rejection was all too much for my heart to take. When I finally allowed myself to regain sight again, my eyelids brimmed with tears. A droplet seeped away from the corner and slid slowly down my cheek.

His fingers traced the red line down my face where the hot tear had scorched a mark into my skin. Eye contact was impossible to break for no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t tear myself away from the sea of brown.

‘I- I don’t understand.’ He said finally, his whole expression holding one of confusion. ‘I don’t understand why you’re crying…I-.’<br>
I swallowed a gasp resembling a drowned sob, turning my back to him.

‘Can’t you see?’ I said softly, trying to remain calm. ‘Can’t you see?’<br>
I didn’t even wait for an answer, his blank look told me all I needed to know.

‘I’m crying because I love you so much it hurts.’

I don’t know what quite happened then. But all I know is that my legs seemed to carry themselves in a run straight to my bed, where I flung myself down in hysterical sobs.

He didn’t come after me.

I didn’t expect him to.

Yet there was that little glimpse of hope that flickered ever so dimly that he would follow me and tell me he loved me.

So I waited.

And waited.

And waited

But nothing happened, except sleep claiming me into its clutches

~*~

[Jems]

I always loved waking up in the morning and remaining in a state on unconsciousness for a moment, oblivious to the surroundings around me. The emotions and images stuck in your mind seem to disappear. For a second. And then it comes racing back.

I groaned pitifully, heaving myself to a standing position and immediately downing some aspirin to cure the banging inside my head. I then grabbed some toast and coffee, trying so hard not to think that Orlando usually was the one that woke me in the morning. His melodic voice sounding so beautiful and hands shaking me so gently out of my slumber, it meant that I didn’t mind opening my eyes to the day ahead.

Seeing as I had the day off for once, I took my breakfast out onto the balcony along with the post that had seated itself to untidily on my doormat. I flicked through the envelopes hastily, grumbling to myself as I noticed they were mostly rubbish. That was however, until my eye caught on one with my name scribbled on the front.

I dithered about for what seemed like a century, knowing exactly who the writing belonged to.

My hands shook as I flipped open the paper.

Breath caught cruelly in my chest, refusing to let my lungs manage their job.

Eyes scanned over the ink.

Heart stopped beating.

Tears started falling.

It said four simple words.

Just four simple words.

‘I love you too.’<br>
I was in heaven.

[OrliKeiraluva]

That was great! Loved it! Great job...*claps hands excitedly* Wish you were my mum, cus then I'd be getting some damn good bedtime stories! ;D

[Reens]

Hey Jem,

OMFG, Thanks for reminding me Why I came back!?

...And when I read your stories, I am in heaven too. Amazing.

[Rainbow]

Weeeeee I loved this too, still do.
Love all your work. ;D