When An Accident Prone No One Marries A Celebrity There Will Be Chaos...

Chapter 12

 For the last few days I have not left Ollie’s side for more than five seconds. Wherever he goes I go. Whatever he does I do. No matter where he is or what he’s doing I’m there. Okay maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration. I’m not exactly accompanying him to the loo or anything. That would be weird. It does however, entail a lot of sitting around a film set watching Ollie act but I spent so much time away from him that I can barely bring myself to leave the same room as him right now. There’s also the small matter of keeping an eagle eye on Melody so she’s never alone with him. There’s just something about that woman that I can’t trust. Watching Ollie act with Melody is pure agony. I keep having to go get a coffee or something when they’re filming their romantic scenes because I can’t bring myself to endure that. But I can’t control that. It’s Ollie’s job I can hardly stop him from acting but the second the camera man yells cut I am well within my rights to interfere. And by interfere I mean keep Melody as far a way from Ollie as possible.

Anyway today I’ve had to tear myself away from Ollie because I was only really allowed time off work at such short notice under the condition that I would continue to meet my deadlines. The thing is I haven’t written a single word since jumping on the plane so now would be a goodtime to start. By ‘goodtime’ I mean if I don’t start now I am in serious trouble. I reluctantly turn on my laptop and then stare blankly at the screen. Okay time to start writing. I place my fingers on the keys but no words are coming into my mind. I stare determinedly at the keyboard but no paragraphs form themselves. Okay I need a topic to write about… think Izzie! Absent-mindedly my fingers suddenly type the words ‘I’ve recently discovered a loathing for certain actresses who can’t leave my fiancé alone.’ I stare blankly at the words for a few seconds before realising what I’ve just typed. I can’t print that! Hurriedly pressing backspace I begin searching for anything to say. But I’ve got nothing. I pick up my laptop and carry it out onto the sun bathed balcony hoping to gain inspiration but still no luck. Great it looks like I had a case of writers block.

Twenty minutes later and I have still not written a single word. But it hasn’t been a complete waste of time taking online quizzes I have discovered I am a night person not a morning person, if I were a desert I would be a cheesecake and I am a Hufflepuff. That’s some achievement but as of actual work… well I haven’t got very far. Instead I’m pacing backwards and forwards hitting my head repeatedly with my hand under the impression I can bash ideas into my head. “Izzie what are you doing?” Ollie asks me suddenly appearing on the balcony.

“Writing,” I mutter while continuing to pace.

“Looks like it,” he says sarcastically while glancing between my pacing and my empty word document.

“Writers block,” I mumble grumpily. “What are you doing back here anyway? Shouldn’t you be filming?” I ask, suddenly realising it’s not even lunch yet. “We finished filming early. I’m going to go down for a swim, are you coming?” Ollie replies.

“No I’ve got to stay up here and write,” I sigh staring with loathing at the empty page on my computer.

“Okay well maybe you can come and join us later,” he responds before turning back into the room. It takes a while for my brain to process the sentence but eventually it gets there. I race back into the room. “Us?” I question trying to maintain a breezy tone. I think I just about pull it off. Ollie doesn’t seem to notice anything wrong. “Yeah I’m meeting Melody down there,” he answers me. I take one guilty glance back at my empty word document and then allow it to fall from my mind. “You know what? I think I’ll join you after all. Hang on a minute while I get ready,” I instruct dashing into the bedroom to get changed. Ollie just nods I think his beginning to accept that my behaviour has become somewhat erratic lately so he just goes along with it.