*Carrie POV*
His hand touches my skin.
So gently. So relaxing.
His light eyes fixed in mine.
He smiles.
I pass my hand through his messy hair one more time.
The cold sheets around us can't freeze our warmth.
Everything is so perfect.
From his look to his move.
From the beautiful feeling he left in my heart to the warm embrace he's giving me.
So perfect.
Then something starts to change.
I'm not in his bed anymore.
He's not next to me.
What's happening?
I'm in an empty room.
Still covered in sheets.
A man is standing in front of me.
Peter.
"Oh...wrong choice, little Carrie..." he says.
"Wrong choice."
He gets closer and his face is no more his.
It's George's.
I instinctively cover up my body.
He's got a letter in his hands.
He let it falls to me, that I'm still lying on the floor.
It's a firing letter.
No..
No!
"Goodbye." he says with a voice that it's not his.
"No!" I yell. And again.
But he doesn't answer.
I only hear Harrison's voice in my ears.
"I told you." he's repeating.
No.
Stop plese.
Stop.

"Stop!"
I open my eyes.
I'm in my bed.
Only a dream.
I nightmare I'd say.
I'm sweaty. I look at my left.
No one.
No Harrison.
Yeah...just a dream...
Since that kiss I don't stop thinking about him.
It's been three days.
Now he looks me differently.
He smiles more.
My Harrison is back.
I haven't seen Peter.
I have to end it up.
Now that I've understood the difference between love and sex.
Love is dreaming about him.
Love is desiring his kisses.
Love is wanting his hands over me.
Love is trust.
Love is him.
Love is my Harrison.
I get up and I look myself at the mirror.
I'm a mess. Ah with this silly pajama even worse.
Someone knock at my door.
I go open.
"Mark!" I say seeing my co star standing in front of me.
"Carrie darling, did I wake you up?"
"Oh no no! Tell me!"
"Oh..can I?"
"Sure!"
He gets in sitting on my couch.
I close the door.
"So?" I ask.
"I have to talk with you...I've...I've seen you..." he says.
What?
You?
Who?
"I...don't understand..." I sit next to him.
"Carrie please...I've seen you...and..that guy..."
That guy?
I raise an eyebrow.
"Harrison told us...he was a plumber...but...it was a bit suspect a plumber in the middle of the night and...he came again and again..." he explain.
Harrison said this...
"And a couple of days ago...I've seen you...kissing..."
I probably have the most upset look in my face ever.
He takes my hand.
"Carrie...please...I can only be happy if you are with him but...be careful. Your career, your work life...everything you've fighting for..."
I smile.
"I know...thanks..." I hug him.
He's talking like Harrison.
And they're both right.
And I wish I've understood it sooner.
I know what would happen if they find out about me and Peter.
The only problem is...that it would happen the same if they find out about me and Harrison.
But I'm not ready to give up on him.
"

It's done...I'm not gonna see Peter again, by the way..." I say to him.
"Really?"
"Yeah...now I know that I don't need him..."
He smiles.
"I'm proud of you..." he wisper.
I smile.
"Please don't...tell Harrison that I've been here..." he says laughing.
"Why?"
"When I told him that I wanted to talk with you he says that you don't need anymore a fairy good mother to tell you what to do. That you're a woman now...but I didn't listen to him!"
I laugh.
"Thanks...I hve to get dressed now...see you in a couple minutes..." I get up.
He does the same and he gets out of my trailer.
Harrison said that.
He said that I'm a woman.
I'm not a child.
Not with him.
I look at the calendar on the wall.
Oh crap!
It's Saturday.
Tonight I have dinner with my mum.
And she's supposed to meet my boyfriend.
At least I can say that we broke up.
Yeah...
She will be disappointed...again...
But...there's nothing more I can do.

*Harrison POV*
I'm sitting next to George while he's directing the filming of Mark's scene in his kinda little red rebel plane.
I feel something on my shoulder.
It's Carrie's hand.
She's come right now.
I smile looking at her.
Seeing her lips smiling makes me want to kiss her again.
I can still feel her taste in my mouth.
So sweet.
She stays stand up next to me until they end the scenes.
As George gives Mark 5 minutes free he reaches us and we sit all together talking.
I see something in her eyes.
Like...fear..
"Hey.." I say taking her wrist "..Everything alright?"
She hesitates.
"No...tonight...I should have been out for dinner with my mum...Because she wanted to meet my boyfriend!" she answers looking at me and then at Mark.
Something tells me that that kid ha talked with her.
Why no one never listen to me?
"But...I don't want to take him tonight...so I have to delete the booking..." she continues.
"Why?" says Mark "You can still hand with your mum! Even without your boy! You two haven't seen for a long time, I bet.."
"Yeah..." she answers in a wisper "But...what should I say to her? Sorry mum but the guy I've fucked the last months is not actually my boyfriend so I haven't taken him!"
I don't know if I should laugh or not.
The only thing I know is that if I just have the possibility to kill that boy I'd do that...
George come towards us.
"Mark we have to restart!"
"I'm coming.." he says gatting up.
We are alone.
I smile and I get up.
"Coffe?" I ask.
She gets up too.
"I have something better in my fridge, hot shoot!" she smiles.
Carrie and liquors.
Perfect.
As we walk to her trailer our hands touch each other.
Take it Harrison.
But I don't.
She open the door asn we're about to come in when...
"Carrie!"
We turn around.
Him.
"Peter!" she exclaims "What are you doing here?"
"What does that phone call means?" he asks.
Phone call?
She hasn't told me anything about it.
"It means what I said...we're done."
"What?" he gets closer trying to take her hands. But she move away.
"Carrie...why? You...love me!" he's angry.
I can see it.
I'm still next to her.
And I won't go.
"No Peter I don't. That's the problem...you...I still you just as a friend! A great friend! But...not more.." she says.
He looks at her.
"Listen..." she takes his left hand "...We can't go on like this...you're making a family and...I can't be part of your life...not in that way!"
I can't help but smile.
She's talking like a real woman.
He stares at her for a bit then turns to me.
He steps farther.
"It's because of him, isn't it?" he says.
Angry.
The only word to describe his voice.
Carrie doesn't answer.
"Oh right, great idea Miss Fisher! You were tired of me and now you find a new friend to have fun with! Well believe me...I could have gave you more..." he says getting closer to caress her cheeks.
She steps away.
"Don't touch me. I don't want to see you anymore..."she whisper.
I can say she's about to cry.
"This is not the end Carrie..."
"Hey!"I interrupt him "She said she don't want to see you!"
"Oh sorry my friend! Afraid that I can tell everybody about this story? Oh yes...our two lovebirds could be fired in a minute!" he growls.
I'm gonna kill him.
"Go away Peter!" Carrie says.
"This is not the end!" he says one last time before going away.
There was like fire burning in his eyes.
I see tears running down her cheeks. She gets in the trailer and I follow her. "Harrison..."she starts.
"I'm not here to stay. Don't worry....just know that I'm proud of you and...don't give too much about him...You are stronger....we are stronger. Take a rest..." I say with my finger on her wet checks.
She smiles and I left her.
I was right about that guy...she better be careful...now and in the future.
And he better be careful too.
Because it may not seems...but I can really be a bad bad man.
Especially if it means dealing with my things.
And yes.
Now...Carrie is my business.

*Carrie POV *
Why every time I cry he's around?
He said I'm a grown woman and...than he sees me cry like a little girl...
I should stop letting my tears go down...
I really should...
But now I have other things in mind...
Like tonight's dinner with mum.
I know her...
And I'd better not tell her the whole truth about Peter...
She's still a famous actress and she can't keep things to herself during interviews...
I snort.
I need a shower.
-
"Darling!"
"Mum!"
I get closer sitting in front of her at our table.
It's an Italian restaurant.
Luckily there were not as much paparazzi as I thought at the entrance.
"How are you?" she asks taking my hands.
"Fine mum..." I answer.
There is an empty seat between us.
"And...where is my son-in-low?"
"Mum!" I exclaim.
Hasty as always.
Her excitement doesn't make things easier.
"Mum..." I say leaving her hand "...he's not gonna come.."
"What?"
"We...kinda broke up.."
She looks at my with a mixture of surprise and disappointment in her face.
I knew that...
"But...why?"
"I...I didn't love him, mum!"
And it's true.
"But...I just don't get it! You're nineteen, for God's sake, why can't you keep a man by your side!-" she exclaims.
"I don't want my relationship to end like you and dad!" I interrupt her almost yelling.
She stops talking closing her mouth.
I shouldn't have said that. ..
I was four years old when they broke up...but...I know that it still hurts.
"Sorry..." I say.
She doesn't answer.
I have to learn to control the words that came out of my mouth when I get mad...
"I am sorry..." she says after they take us our meals.
I look at her.
She smiles.
"You're right..." she says as she takes my hand again "...Just...what was his name?"
Now I can tell her... I'm sure she won't tell to anyone..
"Peter...Peter McAll..." I say.
She open her eyes wide.
"That Peter!?" she asks.
I nod smiling.
"Oh...I'm so sorry that he hasn't came tonight!" she says sarcastic with a big smile.
I laugh.
Even if we bother the most of the time...She's still my mother and...we're not so different at least...
-
It's half past ten when we get out of the restaurant.
A big black car is waiting for us.
It's her agent.
Some people are trying to take picture of us.
She smiles.
I wonder if she really likes it.
We get in the car and she insist to take me to the studios.
"Mom...but I've got my car right here..." well actually it's my sister's car. I don't have mine yet.
"Oh don't worry, Joely will come back to take it tomorrow! I want to stay most I can with my lovely daughter... tomorrow I have to leave again and I'm sure that you're very busy with shooting and all of that stuff..."
"Yeah...maybe we'll see at the premiere..."
"Sure we will!"
I smile.
"And you told me you have to fly to Europe..." she says.
I nod.
"Oh you will have a great fun here! You are... with mr. Ford aren't you?"
"I am!" I say smiling.
"He's a really great man!"
I know. I really know.
We arrived at the studios and I hug her before getting out of the car.
"Thanks mom, it has been a great night..." I say taking her hand one last time.
"Thank you Carrie! I'm so proud of you! You're really grown...I'm looking forward to see your work, I know it will be great! Goodbye honey..."
"Goodbye mom..."
It's the last hug she gives me before I let her and the car runs away.
As I'm walking through the studios I see George's familiar face.
"Georgie!" I exclaim.
"Oh my God please...not you..." he says.
"Oh sorry for bothering!" I say laughing.
"Oh no...I'm talking about the nickname you gave me...I already hate when Harrison calls me like that... please don't do It too!"
"Sorry..." I laugh.
He laughs too.
"Did you have a good time?" he asks.
I nod.
"He must be a very lucky guy....but Carrie...-"
"Oh no! I was with my mother!"
"Oh Debbie! I haven't seen her for a long time...but it's another story and now it's too late for us to talk! Come on...I'll take you to the trailer!"
I thank him and we walk to my trailer.
I see door open...
"Oh don't worry...it must be Harrison..." he says noticing my confused look.
"Harrison?" I ask.
"Yeah...he must have left it open. He said he was going to take a bottle of something from your fridge..."
"A bottle of something?"
"Yeah...we were making a toast and he says you have the best drinks...but he actually didn't come back...he must hve drank it all himself!"
I laugh.
"Well...thank you...good night George!"
"Good night Carrie." he says walking away.
I get in and as I close the door I see him.
He's sleeping on my couch.
I smile automatically.
He's so cute.
He doesn't even seem the Harrison that everyone knows...
I should wake him up...or maybe not...
Maybe I'd just stay here and look.
It's one of the best sights ever...
I can't wake him up.
I'll wait for him to wake up himself.
At least he can stay sleeping on the couch.
In the middle...I better take a shower.

*Harrison POV *
I open my eyes.
What...
I look at my watch.
22:45.
Oh my...
I see the door closed.
I thought I let it open...
I fell asleep.
Good job Harrison! What a great way to wait for people...
I get up stretching my back.
I hear a noise coming from the bathroom.
I get closer.
The door is open.
And she's there.
Naked.
In the shower.
Her back covered in foam.
Her hair wet on a shoulder.
I can't see her face.
I can't see a lot actually between that glass.
I get closer.
Oh..
On her back.
Dozens of red signs.
Like scratches.
Like scars.
Her hands are touching them.
So slowly.
Like she could hurt herself more.
Then I see her. Her eyes.
Looking down.
Sad.
I can't help my moves.
I get even closer and I open the shower door. Slowly.
She almost doesn't even see me.
When she does it's to late to stop me.
I touch her back.
She blocks.
She breath scared.
"How did you get these?" I ask.
"H...Harrison..." she wisper.
Her voice still shocked.
I repeat the question.
"Go away please..." she says.
Oh no Carrie...you're bot gonna solve everything starting crying again.
I close the glass door behind me as we get stuck up into each other under the hot water.
She starts trembling.
"Carrie..." I say with the sweetest voice I can use.
She slowly turn around facing me.
Her look.
I hate seeing her like this.
Scared.
Sad.
"Your shirt is wet..." she says.
I don't answer.
I just look at her.
She's the most beautiful creature I've ever seen.
Her hand slowly touch my shirt opening it.
She let it falls on the floor.
I'm glad I'm not wearing my good shoes.
No.
Not now.
Not like that.
With her crying.
I stop her hands.
I take her face in my hands.
"How..." I ask again.
She closes her eyes turning around again.
"I..." she starts looking at the wall "...I felt so bed...so dirty...so wrong..."
Water still falls onto us.
"I hated myself for what I have done...for everything..." she continues "I just wanted to get rid of my skin. Of everything he has touched...it hurted...sure...but...it was better than living with those thoughts..."
Oh Carrie...
"Sometimes...I still feel his fingertips on my back...on my thighs, on my arms...
"I hate him...I hat myself!"
"Carrie..." I say touching her shoulder.
She turns around fast and she hugs me.
Her body onto mine.
I can feel my breath stopping for a second.
She lean onto my back.
Her face in my neck.
I smile.
I pass one hand through her hair.
Again and again.
It becomes like the rhythm of a lullaby.
I slowly touch her back.
I feel her skin trembling every time I pass on her scratch.
She tremble less and less everytime.
And than she doesn't move anymore.
She's like asleep.
So calm and so quite in my arms.
I feel her heartbeat over mine.
So perfectly combined.
"Carrie..." I wisper "...it's all done. He's gone. Now you're free. You're here. With me. And we...are stronger..."
She raise her head.
Her eyes are shining.
Drops are falling from her nose and her lips.
As they are from mine.
She looks at me.
Open mouth and open eyes.
I've got her here.
Naked.
Wet.
In my arms.
She's mine.
She can be.
I need her.
I need her beyond everything else.
She's my drug.
My remedy.
My illness and my cure.
I love her.
I. Love. Her.
I kiss her forehead.
She sighs.
I kiss her cheek. Her neck.
"I...Harrison..." she wisper.
Mi hand goes down to her hip.
She's perfect in every inch.
She repeats my name.
I stop.
No.
I don't want her to think I only want this.
I want her.
I look her in the eyes.
I smile.
I open the shower door and i get out.
I hear she saying thank you before I get out of the bathroom.
My pants and my shoes are drenched.
I am about to get out of her trailer when she calls me.
I turn around.
She's outside her bathroom in her pink bathrobe.
She runs towards me and she literally jump on my neck.
Her lips onto mine.
Hungry.
Passionate.
I kiss her taking her in my arms.
She barely touch the floor with her feet.
I let go her mouth just to breathe.
Her eyes fixed in mine.
I love her...
"Carrie...I...need you..." I whisper "...right now..."
We're still wrapped onto each other.
"We can't..." she says as I hear some noise coming from the outside.
"I hate this movie..." I smile in her mouth.
She laughs slowly getting farther.
"Good night Mr.Ford..." she whispers.
I retreat and she gently close the door of the trailer.
I smile.
Good night.
See you in my dreams.

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