"You've finished filming Winter's End and you're due to start filming the sequel at the end of November, what have you been doing with your free time?" A petite middle-aged and pretty woman asks Ollie from a plush chair, I've learned her name is Genevieve from the interview link I've started watching from the screen on my phone.

"Well, filming and all the promotion that goes along with it takes up a lot of my time, so I've just been trying to catch up with my family and friends in London." He answers coolly. He does look incredibly handsome, his hair is styled slightly but still casual and he's wearing a nice suit jacket and casual shirt beneath it.

"You've moved out, I hear? What's that like?"

Ollie nods and smiles, "It was about time I moved out. I reckon my dad was rejoicing when I finally left. I'm kidding of course, but to be honest I still pop in nearly every day. It is nice to have my own place though."

"Besides acting and spending time with your family and friends what else do you like to do? Any hobbies? Talents? Guilty pleasures?"

Ollie's brow twitches but he answers quickly, "I've actually been working on my family's holiday home. It's quite old and needs a lot of work, so that's been quite enjoyable to keep busy with."

I'm a little ashamed I'm watching this interview but I can't help myself, I'm curious as to what Ollie is doing. So I'm sitting in my room already dressed in my sleep shorts bundled underneath my blankets watching it with the sound turned down low.

It's not super time yet, but the dinner Jane is cooking and the smells of it are making their way up to my room, so I swallow down my saliva and ignore my rumbling stomach as I continue to watch the interview. "Have you always been into building and working with your hands?"

"Not always, but maybe within the last 6 or 7 years I got into it. After I graduated I didn't attend college so I needed an outlet to keep myself busy and out of trouble."

"Are you the type of person to get into trouble if you aren't careful, your character in Winter's End does get into some serious trouble?"

Ollie laughs, but I can tell it's fake, so I raise the screen of my phone up close to my face. "I'm twenty-four years old. I'm bound to get into some trouble. However, the character I play in Winter's End rather enjoys the trouble he finds himself in."

"Are you excited to play that role again? And to work with Thylane Christian?"

"Yes, of course. And working with Thylane is always a pleasure, she really is incredible and I've learned a lot from her just from the first film."

I groan trying to exhale the slight spark of jealousy building in my throat but it doesn't help. Thylane Christian is practically a living, breathing angel. I know there have been rumors of them to be dating in real life since they got cast as the male and female lead in Winter's End.

Since that movie wrapped and Thylane moved onto another film the rumors stopped, but it still prompts the green monster of jealousy to make its ugly appearance. I'd never felt this way while I was with Jeremy...So I am slightly unnerved when I feel the pit in my stomach building.

"Have the two of you remained in touch between the two films?" Genevieve asks him with a pearly white smile.

"When we can. She's a busy woman." Ollie states plainly and Genevieve waits a moment for him to continue but he doesn't. His silence prompting her to ask another question.

"And I must ask, are you currently dating anyone? If yes, can you say who?"

I feel myself tense up into a tight ball while my glasses slide down the bridge of my nose as I wait for his answer.

"No, I'm not. I don't have the time." He chuckles and shakes his head.

Genevieve presses him again, but I don't hear the question or his answer because all I hear is his voice on repeat in my mind.

I'm suddenly split down the middle regarding his answer. On one side, I'm so relieved whatever is going on between us is still private. But on the other side... I feel... Is he embarrassed by me?

I pause the interview on my phone and glance at the time. It's nearly six pm and he told me he'd be calling around eleven-thirty.

He wouldn't be embarrassed by me, I know he wouldn't. But why do I suddenly feel like he's dismissed me?

"Oh my Gosh, I'm going crazy," I say tossing my phone onto the blankets billowed in my lap, but immediately pick it up again.

I open my Instagram account and click the search icon and type in his name.

Instantly, pictures of him fill my screen. The most recent are screenshots or short snippets of the current interview I was just watching but also some from photos of him in a cafe with... Thylane Christian?

"What the?" I tap the image and read the caption and see it's from today.

"He... He wouldn't do that? Would he?" I whisper to myself. I click on a few more images, all of which are taken from a distance but I can tell the two of them are having a good time. She's laughing and he's smiling.

Pictures say a thousand words...

I'm cycling through the images for who knows how long when I hear a knock at the door, "Mur, Darling. Food is ready if you'd like to join us."

"Th-thank you, I'll be down in a minute." I stammer while my heart is stuck in my throat.

I used to feel as a teenager I was not the prettiest or the funniest. I knew I wasn't, and that is fine. But I've never felt like this... Like an absolute idiot.

Here he is on a date with the most gorgeous woman in the world not even twenty-four hours after he was in my bed.

I can't bear the thought of watching the rest of that interview. I want to call him to demand an explanation, but at the same time, I never want to speak to him again.

So I do exactly what I know I shouldn't, but I can't help myself. I open Instagram back up and start digging through all the photos of him.

An hour later, I'm even worse for wear. It seems he is at a premiere tonight for Thylane's new movie, and pictures are already filtering in through Instagram. What would be the point in going to this premier? He's not acting in it. So why is he even there? The only thought I can come up with is that he is there to support Thylane. 

They even take pictures together, both their arms around each other's waists...

I can not believe this. He requested I come out there, but he does this? What was his plan, have his cake and eat it too? Be seen in public with Thylane then at night go back to his hotel room where I'd be waiting like an idiot?

Stupid. I'm a fucking moron.

Why is it the majority of the men in my life suddenly are making me feel so stupid? Dad, Jeremy, and now Ollie? 

My hunger is now overshadowed by the giant pit in my stomach, and I can't stop the obsession with Instagram, the further and further I get in it the more photo's and comments I find about Ollie. By eleven, I'm so exhausted, I've cried several times and all I want to do is just disappear and hide away from everyone. 

On queue, as soon as my clock changes from 11:29 to 11:30, my phone begins to vibrate in my hands and Ollie's contact name fills the screen. Immediately, I swipe my finger and disconnect the line fuming with anger. 

My phone begins to vibrate again, and on the third ring, I disconnect the call. 

A few minutes that seem like an eternity later, my phone vibrates with a text message.

O: Hello? I'm trying to bell you, but the call keeps getting disconnected. Are you awake?

I read and reread the text more than ten times, angrily staring at it.

My anger wants me to reply or even call him and rip him a new rear end. I know I shouldn't, but I've never been so angry at him in my life, and all this anger isn't allowing me to see any other options, for example thinking clearly.

I'm only blinded by all the pictures I've seen tonight, and what I took away from the interview. 

O: I see you've opened the message, is everything okay? Can you call me? I miss you.

I close the message and lay back in bed with my phone over my chest knowing if I were to call or text back I would be so nasty and cruel.

O: I see you opening my messages. What's going on? Please call me?

Then another:

O: Muriel please text or call me back?

O: I will fly back to London if you don't answer.

He calls again but this time I watch it come through, unable to answer it because I feel like such a fool.
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Murry is an idiot lol

But she is very insecure so I think this reaction is actually quite normal for her.

There is a flashback chapter coming to where we get to see a confident Murry in her element.

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