FALLING

CHAPTER-TWENTY ONE

                                         Sam

It was sad having to leave my family so soon, five days was nowhere near long enough and I know I need to go back home and visit more often not only for their sake but for mine as well.

After flying in last night Liam and I said our goodbyes at the airport and went our separate ways. I was much too tired to worry about what would happen between us now that we were back to our normal daily life. I know that Liam said not to worry about the future and that we would discuss it after the week ends, but something about the way he said it left me feeling like this was going to be a final goodbye.

I've never been the girl to have one night stands or friends with benefits that was always London. After my breakup with Conner, I can't tell you how many times London had taken me out to find just that, the one to clear my mind for the night and to show me a good time. But I've always been too much of a sap, nose always stuck in a romance novel and just waiting to find Mr. Right to sweep me off my feet.

I thought I had that with Conner, I believed with my whole heart he was my forever, I never thought he was capable of breaking my heart the way he did. He was supposed to be Noah to my Allie, Romeo to my Juliet even Rhett Butler didn't screw Scarlett over after the hell she put him through, where was my Noah, my Romeo, my Rhett?

I've come to realize that the feelings I had for Conner were nothing compared to what I was feeling for Liam. Don't get me wrong I loved Conner a great deal, but he never excited me the way Liam does. I've never felt the intense feeling like I have for Liam, never being able to get enough of him, to the point where he consumes me. I downed the last bit of my coffee letting the warmth take over my belly hoping it will not only give me the energy to get through this day of filming but the courage to face him as well.

I knew I shouldn't have let the feelings I have for Liam take over, to control my every thought of the day. I knew from the moment I laid eyes on him that once I had a little bit of him I would be hooked like a moth to a flame. I also knew that at the end of this I would be the one utterly ruined and heartbroken, and yet I still have in to him.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when I noticed my phone vibrating on the table letting me know my driver was downstairs waiting for me. Grabbing my black purse, and slipping on my converse, I head out the door towards the steel elevators. It was quite chilly today in Atlanta as I stepped out of the building into the early morning air, nowhere near as cold as it gets in New York, but still, there was a chill in the air none the less.

I enjoyed the peaceful drive to the studio taking in the last bit of Autumn foliage before winter sets in. Part of me can't wait until we are done with these all-day shoots, waking up before the sun rises and coming home way into the night. But I know once I return home the cold New York winter will be waiting for me and that is by far worse.

I climb up into my trailer, hoping I'll have a few minutes to rest my eyes before the crew piles in and begins to tear me apart in different directions, don't get me wrong I love being made over, but today I literally feel like a truck ran me over.

"Buenos Dias, chica!" Jessica excitedly says waving around her make up brushes in the air. "how are we doing this morning?"

From the way she looks at me, I'm thinking my face gave her the answer to that question.

"Exhausted," I say slumping down into the chair.

"Well you definitely look it, I'll just add more concealer under those eyes." she mumbles as she begins rummaging through her bags.

"I just need a lot of strong coffee, oh, and next time please remind me it's not smart to fly back the night before an early shoot."

"Everyone knows that chica, " she says rolling her eyes.