The One

Hollie Jones had adored Matthew Scott from afar for years, but they live seperate lives. He was a world famous popstar, she was a call centre worker. Yet Hollie had always been convinced that he was her 'one'. When their paths meet unexpectedly nothing could prepare her for the path her life is about to follow.

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4. Chapter Four

"Hollie?"

"Hollie?"

"Come on Hols wake up, you're gonna be late for work"

 

"Fuck off"

 

"Hollie please?!"

 

"I said..." I growled at Tom as I pulled the duvet over my head and rolled on to my side. I could barely remember getting home the previous night, but the taste in my mouth and the pounding in my mind was reminding me that I must have had a drink. What else could I do? I had nowhere else to go. Tom and I had bought our flat with money I had inherited from my parents, I had a fair bit left over, but that was now safely stashed away in a high interest account that was only to be used in an emergency.

 

Maybe this was the emergency?

 

"Fine! I'll get the phone, you can call in sick, I'm not doing it for you"

 

"Thanks" I muttered from under the duvet, feeling reluctantly grateful.

 

"Here I'll dial it for you"

 

I stuck my arm out from under the duvet and Tom placed the phone in my hand. "It's ringing"

 

"Good Morning Global Insurance, Vanessa speaking"

"Vanessa" I croaked, "it's Hollie. I'm not feeling so good" this was no lie...

"You sound awful Hols" Vanessa sounded remarkably cheerful for one up so early. "Stay in bed and take it easy"

"I'm sure Tom can do enough work for the two of you" I smiled weakly. "Thanks Vanessa"

 

"I'll probably be fine tomorrow"

"There's no rush hun. Just get here when you feel better"

"Thanks love"

 

I ended the call and Tom took the phone from my hand. He promised to call me at lunchtime. I waited until I heard the door slam shut and leapt into action. I felt like I could throw up at any minute, but if I was going to do it, I needed to act fast.

 

I pulled my suitcase from under the bed and stuffed as many of my belongings into it as possible. I was working quickly considering my hangover. Or at least I thought I was, until I heard a key turn in the door. Tom. What the hell?

 

I glanced at my watch, it was half eleven, he must have had an early lunch.

 

Shit.

 

I didn't stop what I was doing.

 

Although I'd wanted to be gone before he came back, I wasn't going to let his return put me off. "I thought you were still going to be in bed" he said as he poked his head around the bedroom door.

 

I didn't answer him.

 

"Hol, what are you doing?"

 

"What does it look like?" I snapped.

 

I heard his footsteps behind me, felt his hand on my shoulder, but I didn't turn around or stop what I was doing. "Don't Hol, please"

 

It was the pleading tone in his voice that made me finally turn around and face him. He looked white, scared and there were unshed tears in his eyes. I swallowed.

 

"Don't go, we can work this out"

"Can we?" I sighed and sat down on the bed on top of a pile of stuff.

"Of course" he sat down beside me and put his arm around me. I tensed slightly. "Look, I'm sorry about yesterday Hol, I…"

"I don't want to lose you"

"You say this…"

 

I didn't want to bring it up, didn't want him to think I was nagging him into anything, but he had asked…

 

"The thing is, we're meant to be engaged Tom, and I don't even have a ring!"

"Oh Hols" he sighed. "I'm sorry, I just…"

"What?"

"Let's face it, you don't really want to marry me do you?"

"Of course I do, I just" he sighed again.

"I wanted things to be perfect"

 

I wanted to believe it. To believe him. But I wasn't sure that I did.

 

Okay so we weren't well off, but we had an annual bonus every year, Tom usually had more than I did because he was better at selling (and more competitive with the team). It wasn't about the money though, I didn't care if he bought the ring from Argos. It was about showing me he cared. Something told me he didn't. At least not like he once did.

 

He shifted himself on the bed and took my hands in his. "Look Hol, I love you"

"I know sometimes I don't show it how I should, but I do"

 

I was an idiot. I stayed.

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