Wildest Dreams ~~~ H.S

16.

I sit in my hotel bed, going through lines. My crutches are pressed against my side. I finally got my cast! I went with blue because Harry asked me to. He was the first one to sign it. I remember trying to remind him that he is a 31 year old man, but that didn't stop him. His name went up the whole cast and was written in thick silver marker.

I shake myself out of my thoughts and continue to memorize my lines. Something doesn't feel quite right. I can't believe that everything happened two weeks ago. There was nothing I could do, which means I can't find out what this 'deal' was between John, Greta, and her dad.

I texted her last night, but she still hasn't responded. Even though she had been horrible to me and my friends, I think I should give her a second chance. Everyone deserves one. I asked if she was doing alright. Ever since she got fired, it has been feeling so empty without her. She was what made everything exciting. Even though she was mean, sometimes she was fun to have around. We all need that one killjoy friend anyway, right?

I throw my script across the room and it hits the wall. This is so boring. No matter what I do, everything gets taken the wrong way or it just makes everything worse. What did I do to deserve this? My best friend AND boyfriend have been ignoring me for three whole weeks, I fractured my shin, Greta got fired and has some kind of mystery deal, and here I am just sitting around, waiting for something to happen! This sucks.

I grab the crutches next to me and stand up. I know that the doctor said to rest and keep my leg elevated, but who gives a crap? Harry doesn't count.

I take his sweatshirt and put it over my fitted beige top. My white sweatpants match it and I pull my sunglasses out of their case. 

As I make it out of my hotel room, I see Greta. What is she doing here? "Greta!" I call out, trying to get her attention from down the hall.

She turns her head to see me, but quickly runs further down the corridor. I try to chase her, but my crutches make me much slower. Stupid crutches! I keep following her and I pick up the pace. Suddenly, My crutch hits the corner or the wall. It pushes me forward with my other crutch. I fly through the air like a bird until I land face first on the floor.

It doesn't hurt, but I know I look stupid. I see Greta come over to help me up. She really can't make up her mind, huh? I feel like this kind of stuff always happens to me.

"Hey... I just want to say sorry. I shouldn't have done all of the things that I did. I was just blinded by jealousy that I didn't think you deserved anything you had. But I realized you do deserve it, and that are truly a great person. I've seen the way Harry talks about you. He appreciates you so much. I just wanted a relationship with him like you did, but the method I used is definitely not the answer to solve my problems or get what I want. I was also jealous that you got the lead role because you earned it. But that is a situation I kind of asked for. So I'm very sorry. But are you okay? That was a pretty nasty fall."

I must be dreaming. "Pinch me."

Greta laughs and helps me up. "I meant every word I said."

I knew I was right about giving her another chance. She realized her faults and knew that she was doing something in the wrong way. I admire that. She also had the guts to own up to it and apologize. You go girl!

"I'm alright, thank you. You are forgiven too! But what do you mean that you were jealous I earned my roll and you got yourself into that?" My mind is spinning. This is so much to take in at once and while standing in a narrow hallway.

"Well.. my dad, he is pretty serious about my career. I never wanted to act, but my dad said I had to. Even though it is something I am terrible at, he still made me do it. That's why I didn't earn my role. I didn't even audition! My dad made a deal with John and was paying him millions to keep it a secret and have me be in the movie. I knew it wasn't right, and I was strongly against it, but he didn't care. I guess I put all of the anger I had for my dad on you. I feel awful about the way I treated you and I regret it so much."

My gaze softens, and I see her playing with her ring; I do the same thing when I am nervous. I place my hand on hers and try to comfort her. "It's okay, I know what it's like to be blinded from anger and jealousy. It's not easy to get through, trust me. But let me help you. Is there something you enjoy doing?"

She hesitates for a moment, and looks up at me. I never noticed she had such unique eyes. they were blue, but had some silver lining the edges. They are probably very sensitive to light. "Well, I really like to cook, but it's only a hobby."

"See! That's great! Maybe you could work on your cooking skills, and maybe become a chef. You could also go to culinary school. I know that your dad may not agree, but this is your life." A small smile forms on her face.

"But he wants me to be successful, and if I'm not-"

I cut her off before she can say another thing about what her dad wants. "This is about you Greta, not your dad. If you're happy doing what you're doing, then nobody can tell you you're not successful. That was said by Harry himself. Trust him. And me. I want the best for you, even though we aren't that close. Nobody deserves to deal with what you are going through."

Greta purses her lips together. I give her the tightest hug possible and I hear her whisper thank you in my ear. I am so glad we got everything cleared up. She wipes her tear and hugs me one more time before she leaves. "Bye! See you later!" She waves, and walks down the hall she was walking to before I saw her.

Author's note:

hey luvs! sorry for the short chapter, we really needed this moment between greta and andrea. i am missing handrea so much right now but we will have to wait. see you soon luvs ❤️