She Will Be Loved | PG-13

[Celede]

[glow=red,2,300]A/N: This is my entry to the fic challange, its a bit long i guess for a short fic challenge and also my second attempt at this story since i lost the first one! Its totally un-betad so im sorry for the gramatical errors cos my grammer sucks! It's prolly rated PG amybe PG-13 i guess! Hope you like! Feedback feeds my soul [/glow]

She Will Be Loved

Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else

It seemed like the years flew by. They were leaving the Caribbean behind before they knew it, ready to start the next phase of life. Keira had bought herself and not altogether modest flat in inner London and Orlando had reccently moved in with her after a nasty breakup that left him with no where to live and the time to sort thigns out. That had been almost six months ago now.

Keira was quite an eye-opener, and there was not a soul who didn’t notice. She had gone from loveless to full-calender in only a matter of years. Orlando noticed how she’d stumble back into the apartment later every night, each evening spent with a different guy.

“Keira, what’s gotten into you this year,” Orlando said one night, when the scene began all too familiar.

“What do you mean, Orlando?” she responded.

“It’s not like you to do this, to blow off everything else to spend time with all those airheads.”<br>
“Why does it concern you, Orlando? Just because people have finally started to notice that I am, in fact, a girl much sooner than you did doesn’t give you the right to act like I’m some whore,” she spat back.

He walked closer to her and took her hand.

“Just, please. You know I’m always here for you, even if it seems like we don’t have time for each other. You’re my best friend . . . don’t forget that,” he pleaded.

“I’m sorry. Life is just overwhelming. Just . . . ” she broke off. “I’m heading to the studios early in the morning, so I’ll see you tomorrow evening. Goodnight,” she said.

Orlando leaned over to kiss her cheek, but Keira pulled away and headed toward her bedroom. Orlando sighed as he felt an unpleasant lurch in his stomach.

I drove for miles and miles
And wound up at your door
I've had you so many times but somehow
I want more

As expected, Keira was missing in the morning. Orlando walked into her room and sprawled out onto her bed. ‘Why do you still do this?’ he thought to himself. He and Keira did their fair share of dating, but things never seemed to work out for either of them. They both had busy schedules, him with his latest action adventure soon to be released and her gracing the cover of every single magazine in existance, or so it seemed to him.

Orlando turned on his stomach and buried his face in her pillow. ‘I have to set things straight’ he thought. His heart loved Keira, but his mind didn’t seem to allow it. True, their relationship wasn’t very intimate as they never spent any time together. He was determined to make it work out. . .

Keira hadn’t looked genuinely happy since she'd left the Caribbean. Her life was a mess right now, with her and Orlando living together. She had feelings for him, but something in her wanted to go against that. Their schedules just didn’t permit a serious relationship. She had decided to take out her feelings on the many guys that seemed like her, but were only interested in one-night stands. Keira didn’t seem to mind this though.

‘I’ve had enough’ Orlando thought, still laying on her bed. Orlando slammed out of the apartment and headed to his car. He had little use for it, but bought one for drives on dates and such. He thrust down the gas pedal and headed to the studios where he knew Keira would be.

[Celede]

I don't mind spending every day
Out on your corner in the pouring rain

Rain started to pound all around him. A slew of cuss words flew from his mouth as he traveled the distance to the studio.

He nearly jumped out of his car and stared blanked at the building in front of him. Standing on the dark street corner, he was deep in thought. He loved her . . . he knew he did. She was just too blind to see it, something he wasn’t used to. He threw up violently before making the next step toward the building in front of him.

Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved

Keira settled down into her dressing room for the day. It would be another busy day at Ealing Studios, she had over heard that she was to give twelve interviews and all of them included a photoshoot. She thoroughly enjoyed her acting career and the things that came with it, but today she wasn’t quite so happy. In fact she never was happy with her life outside of work. She heard a knock on her door and nearly jumped out of her seat.

“Sorry, Miss Knightley, just bringing some morning tea,” said Luke, a studio assistant.

“Thank you, Luke. Just lost in thoughts for a moment . . . ”<br>
“Sorry for interrupting you, Miss Knightley,”<br>
“For the last time, call me Keira!” she chuckled to herself at his kindness.

“You look distraught,” he said after a few moments of silence.

True, she did look quite awful. Her home life hadn’t been going over too well . . .

“Well, you know, just the typical problems.”<br>
“Orlando, ma’am? I know you love . . . ”<br>
“Enough, Luke! You may return to your office now,” she said, hoping to end the conversation.

“If you ever need anything, I’m here for you,” he responded as he left the room.

Keira sat back in her chair, thinking again. Yes, she did love him. And he could never know; they were too good of friends. She would not let herself get any closer. At all. She would just take out her emotion of the poor souls that never came close to comparing to Orlando . . .

Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I know I tend to get so insecure
It doesn't matter anymore

Orlando slowly walked up to the door, hesitant to go inside. He began to feel dizzy, as if each step was a mile long and the earth was shaking beneath him. Or was that him shaking? He laid a hand on the knob before creaking it open.

“Welcome to Ealing Studios, may I help you?” said a cool female voice. “Oh, Mr. Bloom! Is Miss Knightley expecting you?” the woman said as she spotted Orlando.

“Um, no . . . I just wanted to . . . ”<br>
“I’ll call her and let her know you’re coming,” she said as she picked up the phone.

“No!” he said, before realizing how stupid he sounded. “I mean, no . . . can I just go see her?”<br>
“Well . . . I believe she is free right now. Go on now,” the woman said with a smile.

Feeling embarrassed, he started up the steps leading to Keira's dressing room. He thought of what to say, with each line sounding as stupid as the next.

Keira peered out of her dressing room, just to be sure Luke had returned to work. That’s where she spotted him, walking clumsily up the stair. ‘God he looks hot’ she thought before frowning at her remark. His eyes were wide with fear when he spotted her.

Feeling as if he turned into mush, he stopped dead. Making him almost pass out, she walked over to him.
“Orlando, what are you doing here?” she whispered.

“I...I...” he stammered. Noticing her look of perplexity, he swallowed and continued. “I . . . we . . . Keira, I need to talk to you.”<br>
“Here? Now? Look Orlando if its about the flat... Couldn’t it not wait until tonight?”<br>
“No,” was all he could manage to reply.

“Fine, come into my dressing room,” she said, leading him into the room and shutting the door. Feeling the intensity of the moment, she locked the door so they wouldn’t be disturbed.

“Now Orlando, this better be . . . ”<br>
Orlando swallowed again. The ball in his throat just wouldn’t go away. “It is important, Keira. . . ” he pleaded. She eyed him suspiciously. “Just after our little fight . . . I can’t stop . . . Keira, I . . . ” ‘God would she stop looking at me like that’ he thought.

“I know you don’t approve of my behavior, you act like my big brother sometimes . . . ” The words were like knives to him.

“Wha . . . I do?” he said stupidly. “I mean, I try to . . . I just . . . ”<br>
“Orlando! This isn’t like you! What’s going on?” she practically shouted. He cowered in his seat. She was standing next to him now, looking very angry. Orlando knew better that to think she was really mad at him, she just hated when he choked around her . . .

“Look at you. Do you see why I’m like this around you? Do you know what you do to me?” he said as he stood up next to her, gazing into her dark brown eyes.

“What are you talking about?” she shouted again.

“Look at you . . . you’re . . . Keira, I . . . ”<br>

[Celede]

It's not always rainbows and butterflies
It's compromise that moves us along
My heart is full and my door's always open
You can come anytime you want

“Orlando?” she said concerned, noticing the tears beginning to form in those chocolate depths. She pulled him into an embrace and felt him tense at her touch. When he began to relax, she pulled away. She couldn’t let herself get too close . . .

“This isn’t like me,” he mumbled and looked away from her, clearly embarrassed.

“Orlando . . . I l . . .”

“No, Keira. Please don’t say anything. I can’t do this . . . ” She sighed a breath of relief that he stopped her.

“You can’t do what?” she said calmly. Her tone aggravated him.

“Are you blind? Are you damn blind, Keira?” Orlando began uttering cuss words under his breath. He longed to sit down and cry, but it was too far from himself. He had to get this out.

“Orlando . . . please.” She began to wonder if he was trying to tell her . . . ‘No, do not think there!’ she heard a voice inside of her scream. Tears started to stream her own face . . . she couldn’t confess to him.

I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved

“I love you,” he said before he realized they were beginning to slip out. Orlando was mortified; he couldn’t bear to look at her reaction. He swayed on the spot and fell back into the chair below him.

Keira was too choked for words. She looked at Orlando and then looked away. She tried to gather her thoughts for a moment . . . but it was too late. She heard a faint ‘click’ and knew what happened instantly. He escaped; he had ran away.

I know where you hide
Alone in your car
Know all of the things that make you who you are
I know that goodbye means nothing at all
Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls

She ran outside, into the pouring rain. She raced back to their apartment and noticed his car missing. ‘He must have gone somewhere to think’ she thought. She thought about his car . . . with a little luck, maybe she could track it down. . .

“Dammit! Keira? What the hell?” Orlando screamed in wilderment as she appeared next to the window. There was bottle of whiskey in his left hand as he grasped the wheel with his left. He had been driving far too fast down a two-lane road.

“Orlando, what are you doing! Let me in!” she yelled as she stared at his current position.

“No. What the hell are you doing here? I’m . . . I can’t see you. Just . . . go way,” he stammered. The alcohol had obviously begun to take effect over him. She noticed several other bottled littering the car.

“Orlando!” she screamed as he started to pull away, she jumped into the car and screamed as they came painfully close to another car. He began to cuss wildly again. He seemed so out of himself.

Keira was quick to her wit. She shoved Orlando to one side and slammed her foot down onto the brake, she grabbed the wheel and pulled over. She was going to take him home. She loved him . . .

“‘Keira?” Orlando whispered.

“Hmm?”<br>
“Thanks. I do love you.” With that statement, he let himself pass out.

And she will be loved
And she will be loved

Keira was quick to return home. She heaved Orlando upand brought him inside, dropping him on the couch. His eyes began to flutter open. She stepped back as he made to vomit.

“Sorry,” he said, looking completely embarrassed. “I...you don’t . . . I’ll move out . . . you don’t want me . . . why are you with me now . . . ” he began, not quite able to finish any sentences.

“Shh. Orlando, I’m the one who should be sorry. I love you,” she said as she bent down to brush her lips against his. He weakly stood up. Gathering his strength, Orlando picked her up and carried her to his room.

“You will be loved. You deserve so much more than I gave you before, so much more than those airheads gave you . . . ”<br>
“Still worried about the airheads, Orlando?” He grinned slyly.

“I’ll bet I’m better than all of them,” he said.

“We’ll see about that . . . ”<br>
And she will be loved

~fin

[venus567]

fabulous update!

[Rainbow]

Awwww
Wow.
Nice one! ;D
*applauds*

[Reens]

Cool!

so far I got 2 entries for the fiction contest.

I hate to do this.. but if it wouldnt be too much trouble is it possible you can post this in the completed fiction section (by clicking the button in the bottom that states "FICTION").

And where is the layout you promised me?

later love

[Celede]

I can do that for sure!

As for the layout im still waiting for the header to be completed I'll send it to you as soon as I get it i promise!