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THE PRESS RAGE ON
❝ LET'S GET OUT OF HERE ❞

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scarlettcabello: spa day !! thank u for this olivecoren i defo needed to de-stress 💕💧

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olivecoren: spa day with your cute asf hair sans extensions !! u truly let your hair down 😌❣
ϟ scarlettcabello: i SCREAMED ilysm

username: #respectolivercorensprivacy

username2: the press are HOUNDING him because he made the BRAVE choice of coming out because he'd been blackmailed??? leave him tf alone

username3: and for dating zendaya, poor boy can't catch a break

victoriamonet: fucking cuties, sorry i couldn't come 😔✊🏾
ϟ scarlettcabello: we'll go together all 3 of us dw babyyy ;))

username4: can we also talk about how scarlett has ALWAYS faced trouble with the press and these pregnancy rumours have forced her into hiding from them?

username5: #respectscarlettsprivacy

username6: whether she's pregnant or not, she shouldn't have to always have press on the door of her home, the second she steps out etc

username7: and now oliver's suffering all the same ! LEAVE THEM ALONE !

camilacabellopratt: i'll have to visit soon, text me when you're on your way home !
ϟ scarlettcabello: the second i get in the car x 💞

username8: the way the press are persisting, something bad'll happen

"I THINK YOU SHOULD CALL HIM NOW," OLIVER ENCOURAGES SCARLETT AS THEY WALK OUT OF THEIR LOCKERS AFTER A FEW HOURS OF MASSAGES AND TREATMENTS. Scarlett stares at her phone held tight in her hand, and nods, breathing a sigh of nervousness. It was a day after her scan, a whole day after she was told that was being induced into labour in just weeks, not months like Tom thought. She was so stressed out about the whole ordeal that she didn't even sleep, spending all night binge watching something on TV. Oliver knew she needed a day in the spa to cool down, but also to get some balls and remember why she was doing this. For her babies, for her life.

"I am, I have to, because they want me to be induced and that means I'll give birth earlier than planned. He has to ask to take a pause." She replies, more reasoning and motivating herself rather than talking to Oliver.

Oliver picks up her phone, tapping Tom's contact and it begins to ring, knowing Scarlett would end up phoning him at Christmas if he ended up waiting for her to call him herself. Tom picked up the phone pretty quickly, by the second ring, and Scarlett widens her eyes when she sees the " dialling... " turn into a timer so quickly. She presses the phone to her ear, turning her back on Oliver for a moment, biting her nails anxiously.

"Hey Munchkin," Scarlett breathes out.

"Hi, love. How did the doctor's appointment go? Your last one!" He cheers, enthusiasm coursing through the tone of his voice, but it was deflated slightly by Scarlett's lack of enthusiasm in return...or infact, lack of reply. "Scar? You there?"

Scarlett cuts back into to reality and out of her head, drawn into Tom's voice, clearing her throat while scratching the back of her neck. "Yeah, that's what I need to talk to you about."

"Oh God, is there something wrong?" Tom immediately asks, of course regretting being so cheery before, anxiety running through him that there was actually something wrong.

"Not with the twins, they're fine, but it's more to do with your work situation that's become an issue," Scarlett begins, and she could Tom awkardly clear his throat with no reply, but she persists. "The doctors said the kids are at the point where they start gaining half a pound a week until the due date, but because there's two of them, they'll get too big, and so they're inducing my labour next week."

Tom's eyes widen, almost dropping his phone in his trailer, crossing his eyebrows. "You said no, right? I can't come home next week , we've only been filming for a month and a half!"

All of a sudden Scarlett's nervousness had dispersed, and instead replaced it with a growing frustration. "And if I leave it any longer, the babies are too big, they start crushing each other and my organs. I'd prefer not to die, and listen to my doctor."

"But Scarlett, that's way too short notice, we move back to New York next week, so I'd be flying from there instead of from here in Berlin!" Tom repeats to Scarlett, and she practically screams at him. He wasn't listening, and his diva was really showing.

Hand on her hip, biting her lip to stop herself screaming in public, Scarlett speaks lowly into her phone. "Can't you fly here for the birth and then fly back a few days later? As long as you're at the birth, I don't care." She compromises.

But Tom still won't listen, and she hears him basically shaking his head through the phone. "I don't know if they'd let me! It's really short notice."

By now Scarlett had officially lost her temper, and being seven months pregnant, wasn't up for taking shit from her husband. "You know what, you clearly don't care about the health of your wife and children, and can't commit two fucking days to be there for the birth of them. It doesn't fucking matter, I'll just ask my Mum to come." She shouts angrily, hanging up without even hearing what Tom had to say for himself. Her eyes pricked with frustrated and angry tears, but she blinked them away before Oliver could notice, walking back to him, her face crossed and contorted in her fury.

"Let's get out of here." She mumbles to her best friend, breezing straight past him, grabbing her oversized winter coat (in the summer!) for hiding her baby bump and swiftly dragging it around her arms, ready to head to the back exit and go home to cry for a solid few hours.

Scarlett and Oliver were both stopped a few metres before they reached the exit by their security personnel that went everywhere with them. "We think you should sit tight for now, there's swarms of paparazzi, on foot and in cars, waiting to bombard both of you with questions."

"I don't care, I want to go home, and Oliver's car is out that entrance. I'm going." Scarlett still carries on to walk outside anyway, but her bodyguard stretches his arm, physically barring her.

"Scarlett, you're wearing a winter coat in the height of British summer. You're just going to make them ask more questions." He warns, and Oliver nods in agreement, worried for Scarlett right now. He has no idea what Tom was saying on his side of the line, but Oliver heard Scarlett's part of the phonecall, and it was definitely not good.

Grunting, Scarlett pushes away the guard's arm, walking right up to the door, holding up her bag infront of her face ready to avoid the paparazzi. "And I'm a woman who is nearly eight months pregnant and wants to go home, so I'm going to go home."

Scarlett opens the back door and is swarmed from the hundreds of cameras flashing in her direction, and Oliver follows her, knowing he'd have no choice and she'd probably drive off with or without him. There were incoherent shouts of individual questions that were flying at the pair, and their bodyguard had to physically manhandle some to make space for Scarlett to get into the car. There were so many questions being thrown at Scarlett and Oliver all at once that they turned into one big pot of mess, and neither could make out one single question.

Finally reaching their car, which was roasting hot from being directly in the summer sun for hours, Scarlett started feeling incredibly sweaty and a little dizzy, but didn't dare take her coat off to reveal her baby bump infront of all these cameras, so reached for a bottle of water in her bag instead, gulping it down.

"My God, we gotta fucking get out of here quick, the ones in the cars are already getting in," Oliver curses, and Scarlett looks at the dozens of journalists and paparazzo's who raced to their cars on the pavement on the street next to the alleyway Oliver's car was parked, and he presses fast on the acceleration, jolting Scarlett slightly back into her seat, the belt cutting into her neck.

Now going way above the speed limit, Oliver was driving wrecklessly through the busy and narrow streets of London, his eyes on the road, but Scarlett perked up her brow when she sees one or two paparazzi cars go the other direction to where they were going, and Scarlett remembers the number plate on the cars. "I think some are trying to go around and catch up with us and block us near Regent Street." She says calmly to Oliver, who was properly freaking out, sweat pouring down his forehead, his hair damp as a result, and he had just turned down the street down the road that leads to Regent Street.

"I've never dealt with anything like this, Scar, this is ridiculous." Oliver stresses in a high-pitched squeak, turning his eyes off the road for a split second to look at Scarlett, who bit her lip in growing anxiety.

She breathes in and out quietly, trying her best to keep her heartbeat down for the twins, nodding her head in agreement. "Me neither, but we need to stay calm. Turn right here, we can lose them."

Oliver turns the car, pushing the two to the side, and Scarlett nods in praise, patting Oliver's hand supportively. "That's great, we just gotta go straight and then we'll take a left at Oxford Street." Scarlett informs Oliver, her eye on the gps stuck in Oliver's car. He was still going way too fast, but was twice as slow as when they first set off. Oliver feels his nerves calm down a little, chuckling to Scarlett, facing her once more.

"Yeah, you're right. We can get away from them-"

"Oliver! The car! On your left!──" Scarlett screams in warning, but everything quickly goes black a split second later.

INDIA TALKS !

naughty naughty, i teasing you ;);)

this is the last five chapters that are kinda like one big chapter but are broken up into five painful parts. you've been warned now, the next few chapters contain very sensitive material and content that isn't appropriate with those who are younger readers

you've been warned !

xoxo, your future worst nightmare