~*love hurts*~ [orlando bloom fic]

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Chapter 1
Brooke was scared. No doubt about that. She was 20 and it was her first day at uni. She just didn’t fit in. not in nursery, primary school, secondary school, and she could tell she wouldn’t going to at uni. As she stood at the door she felt increasingly sick. “C’mon Brooke you can do this” she told herself. She walked down the long corridor, but didn’t notice the stiletto heel poked out to trip her up. She buckled, and fell……right into the arms of a man.
“Whoops! Careful honey or you’ll do yourself an injury.”
Brooke stared up at the man who had caught her. He had beautiful cheekbones, dark brown eyes…he was gorgeous!
“Hi. I’m Orlando.”
“Uuh…I’m Brooke.”
“Nice to meet you Brooke…ill probably see you again sometime.”
“Uum. Yeah, of course. See you around.”
Orlando gave a chuckle. She was cute. The girl who had tripped her up now walked over.
“Eugh…I can’t believe you think you have a chance with Orlando. You can tell he has no feelings for you whatsoever…I think you should just leave him alone.”
“Get lost”

The next day, Brooke was sitting in her favourite coffee shop when Orlando walked in with a group of his friends. He said something to one of them and then walked over to Brooke.
“Anyone sitting here?”
“Nope”
He sat down…she couldn’t believe it. They talked for hours. About what she liked, what he liked, their futures…

Orlando poked his head round the door.
“You up yet sweetie?”
Brooke groaned. “Get lost!!!”
He laughed. “I’ll take that as a no then!”
She suddenly realized where she was…
Oh my god what the hell am I doing here? This is Orlando’s house!! Uuh…oooh
All the memories from last night had come back to her. She had slept with Orlando!!!

When they got to uni, she tried acting as if nothing had happened, but could tell that he had told his friends all about it by the way they were looking at her. Whitney, the girl who had tripped her up on the first day, didn’t know yet, and Brooke wasn’t going to make it easy for her.
“Orlando, Orlando!! Honey…”
“Hey what’s up babe?”
“Please…don’t tell Whitney about last night.”
“But why?”
“Because she hates me…and obviously fancies you”
He laughed…and she became weak at the knees.
“Ok babe…don’t worry, but I can’t guarantee one of my mates hasn’t already told her.”
“Ok…thanks”

She spotted Whitney with a group of her friends in the classroom, giving her dirty looks and looking disgusted at the fact she was even breathing the same air as Orlando. Then something happened that she never thought she would get out of alive. He pulled her towards him and kissed her in the middle of the corridor.
“See you later honey…Starbucks at 4, ok?”
“Uuh yeah sure. Bye babe.”
He walked off, leaving Brooke stunned and unable to speak. His smooth, muscled arms…maybe this was the guy for her. It had all happened so quickly, but she still wouldn’t get her hopes up. He was gorgeous, talented (she had seen him in drama lessons), and sweet. He couldn’t have fallen for her the way she had fallen for him...

Chapter 2
She was suddenly jerked out of her daydream by the school bell, and started to walk to class, avoiding Whitney’s horrified stare. She knew she couldn’t avoid her forever, but she tried putting it off until it was absolutely necessary. At least she had drama with Orlando next, but after that it was chemistry, where it would be extremely hard to get away from Whitney.

“To be or not to be…that is the question.”
Brooke sighed. She had a feeling that he was born to be an actor. She could imagine it now. Thousands of teenage fans, screaming and sticking pictures of him to their lockers. She smiled thinking about it, but also felt a pang of jealousy, knowing how many girls already loved him.

The bell. Uh oh. Drama was over and Brooke knew she would have to face Whitney. She tried not thinking about it as she started chatting to a few of Orlando’s friends.
Meanwhile Orlando was back in class, getting his books ready for English.
“Orli!! Hiya! Long time no see huh? How’s things?” Whitney had switched into sugary sweet mode.
“Oh, hi Whitney. Listen, I’m a bit busy right now, so…” he tried dropping a hint, because he really didn’t want to speak to her.
“No…really. I’m sure you can spend some time chatting. C’mon! We used to be mates!”
She slipped up onto the table and crossed her legs, making sure her mini skirt flashed as much thigh as possible.
“Seriously, I'm really busy.” Oops, he had triggered her. She glanced around to check if no one could hear, but after making sure everyone was out of earshot, she flipped.
“LISTEN YOU JERK! My reputation is COMPLETELY ruined now you slept with that crappy excuse for a girl.
“Whit…we’re just screwing around. It’s not like I’m in love with her or anything.”
He put his arm round her.
“Look…if it means that much to you.”
He led her out into the corridor and kissed her just the way he had done with Brooke.
“Right, that’s cleared that up then,” Whitney's reaction was completely opposite to Brooke’s. No speechlessness, no weak knees, not even a pause at the beginning of the sentence.
“Oh, and just so you don’t develop feelings for her, if I see you talking to her again…her life is a living hell.”
She walked off, leaving the younger boys drooling behind her. Orlando sighed. He couldn’t help feeling something more than friendship for Brooke, but he knew he didn’t have a choice anymore.

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Chapter 3
Brooke sat in starbucks with a cappuccino. 4:15, 4:30, 4:45. At 5:00 she finally admitted she had been stood up. She considered ringing him, but thought she would seem clingy. She was disappointed, no doubt about it, but she couldn’t let it get into a big thing…she’d just be let down.
Walking down the high street, she took the hair band out of her long black curls and let them hang loosely around her shoulders. Another glance at her phone. 5:17. she didn’t have to be in college until tomorrow afternoon, so she decided to ring her friend Antonia. All she felt like doing right now was renting movies, eating chocolate, and chatting to her old friends.
“Hi. You have reached Tony’s mobile. If you are young and handsome leave a message. If you are slightly retarded, press 5 and I’ll redirect you to my friend Brooke. If you have large breasts, blonde hair, and single digit IQ, press 8 and I’ll redirect you to my friend Orlando.” BEEEP
“Um, Antonia? Fancy getting mike, Andy and”
“Brooke!! Sorry I couldn’t get to the phone in time.”
Brooke laughed. “It’s ok. Listen, I just got stood up so fancy renting some crappy movies and pigging out?”
“Haha…sounds like fun. Oh no. hang on…I've got a date tonight.”
“Ooh do tell dear child!”
“Eew you know I hate that accent!”
“Haha…sorry…SPILL!”
“Nuh-uh. First tell me who stood you up so I can KICK THEY ASS!”
“Haha…nah just some guy I go to school with. He’s absolutely gorgeous, but obviously isn’t that hot on me!”
“Aww I’m sorry babe. Oh my god. This guy I’m going out with tonight is DROP DEAD gorgeous! His names Orlando and…”
“Orlando?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Oh, it’s just cos that was the name on your answer phone message thingy.”
“Oh yeah, soz bout the whole retarded thing.”
“Haha…no its fine! So what’s his second name?”
“Aww it’s cute. Bloom. Haha! I just keep saying it. Orlando bloom. Orlando bloom.”
“Yeh it’s cute. Listen, I’m gonna call mike, see if he wants to rent out a chick flick hehe!”
“Ok then…bye honey…good luck with the ******* that stood you up.”
“Yeh…thanks. OK bye!”
“Bye. Luv you!”

Brooke hung up and stood in silence for a couple of minutes. After she had managed to keep her tears from rolling down her cheeks, she slowly walked back to her flat, sat on her bed and burst into tears. She couldn’t understand why she was so upset.
‘It’s not like we were exclusive. We weren’t even going out. All we did was have sex.’

Chapter 4
Orlando sat on his bed, contemplating what to wear to his date. He quickly threw on a white t-shirt and jeans, checking himself in the mirror, and darting out the front door. By the time he got there, Antonia was already waiting outside looking bored.
“Tony!! I'm so sorry, I just lost track of time!”
“Bloom…I'm cold and I'm wet.”
“It’s the middle of spring! And it’s not even raining!!”
“I know that you prat. I was going for dramatic!”
He giggled and kissed her on the cheek. Once they were inside the restaurant, he immediately launched into conversation.
“I heard your answer phone thing.” He smiled devilishly.
She laughed. “You’re the second one to ask me about that today! Well my best friend Brooke used to go out with a weird guy. He was really stupid. She got stood up today.”
Orlando’s brain suddenly clicked. She was Brooke’s best friend!!
“Really? By who?”
“She wouldn’t say. Just some guy at her college.”
“Oh…ok then.”
He decided to steer clear of that topic for the rest of the evening.
“So, do you wanna come back to my place?”
She giggled.
“No Mr. Bloom. I don’t want to **** you tonight. But thanks for the offer.”
He laughed.
“Do you want me to get you a cab?”
“No I’ll be fine. My house is just round the corner.”
“OK. Bye Tony. I’ll call you.”
She gave him a pitying look.
“I really will!”
“Ok bloom boy. See ya around.”
On the way home, Orlando started thinking. He knew he had to seriously sort his life out. He thought about the three girls in his life right now.

Antonia-sweet, pretty…a little weird.
Whitney-malicious little ***** who’s using me.
Brooke-well, what can I say? Beautiful, sweet, great personality, amazing eyes…whoops. Got a bit carried away there. FOCUS!

But the trouble was, he couldn’t focus. The only girl he truly wanted to be with, he couldn’t. And he couldn’t go out with her best friend. The only girl not off limits was Whitney, who wouldn’t look at him twice if it wasn’t for his looks. He could tell Brooke liked him for who he was. When he got home, he flopped back onto his bed.
“Orli my friend…you are pretty much f**ked!”

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Chapter 5
The next morning, Brooke woke up feeling strangely enlightened. She couldn’t remember why she was so down the night before. Then she realized. Orlando. But the strange thing was, she didn’t feeling hurt or upset thinking about him. Suddenly the phone rang. She ran down the hall and picked it up.
“Hellooo! Brooke speaking!”
“Daaaarling!”
Brooke giggled.
“Hey mike.”
“Just calling to ask what you want for your birthday.”
“Oh! Uuh, I haven’t given it much thought.”
“Not to worry hun, I have. I’ve booked a table at that new Italian in Camden, then on to an Irish pub. What do you think?”
“Umm…sounds great, but when you say big…”
“Oh, yeh. Me, you, Tony, Andy, and all of us are bringing a friend.”
“Oh. Ok then…I’d better then flirting then, eh?”
“Well, do you wanna know how many guys I pulled the other night?”
“No…really I don’t!” she laughed.
“Hey, mike, listen. Have you met Antonia’s new boyfriend Orlando?”
“Oooh, have I ever. The guy’s goooorgeous!”
“Ha…figured you’d say that. Thanks.”
“Ok, I need to go buy you a present.”
“Ok babe…bye”
“Mwah...don't do anything I would do”
He laughed devilishly.
“Oh shut up!”
She hung up and started to get ready for school.

Orlando kept glancing at Brooke, giving her his cutest puppy dog eyes. They made her heart melt but she didn’t want to talk to him. It was a good thing she didn’t though, because Whitney had decided not to take her eyes off Orlando. The rest of the day was pretty uneventful, but she was still glad it was Friday.

She woke up to the sound of her mobile beeping, saying she had a text message.

HI BROOKE. SOZ BOUT DA OTHA DAY. I HAD SOMETHIN 2 DO AND CUDNT FIND UR NUMBA. HAPPY BDAY. TONYS INVITED ME 2 UR PARTY 2NITE. WE NEED 2 TALK. LUV ORLI XXX

She sighed, but called the number anyway.
“Hello?”
“Hi Orlando.”
“Oh!! Hiya!”
“Listen. I’m just gonna get this over and done with. I know you’re going out with my best friend and there’s something going on between you and Whitney that I don’t understand, but I need to know what your feelings for me are.”
“For you?”
“Yeh.”
“Honestly?”
“Yes, honestly.”
He paused. What should he tell her? That Whitney had forbidden him from talking to her? That he didn’t feel anything for her? Or that he spends every second of every day thinking about her, and his life won’t be complete without her. He knew that was the answer he should give, but he couldn’t.
“Orli?”
“Yeh…”
The sound of her voice sent a shiver down his spine. He couldn’t tell her.
“Brooke, when we slept together it was just a bit of fun. I honestly don’t feel anything for you.”
“Right…that’s all I wanted to know. I’ll see you tonight.”
He hung up without saying goodbye, and realized there was a tear running down his cheek. Why was he so stupid?

Chapter 6
Brooke flinched at the feeling of Orlando’s lips against her skin. He left a trail of kisses along her arm and chin, before locking his lips against hers. She smiled against him and took his shirt off. She led him down until she was laying on the bed, with him on top of her, their lips still together in a passionate kiss…

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chapter 6 isnt finished, i just felt like leaving you on a cliffhanger 😉

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Brooke woke up with a jerk. It was a dream. Of course it was a dream. She looked at the clock on her bedside table. 5:30. she went and took a long shower, blow dried and straightened her hair, put on black trousers and a blue halter neck and looked at the clock again. 7:15. she started to walk down the road. The Italian was only around the corner. As she turned the corner she caught a glimpse of Orlando. Her legs went weak and she immediately doubled back, contemplating just going home again. She didn’t want to be here. Just seeing him was driving her crazy, knowing she couldn’t have him. Too late. He had seen her and walked over.
“Brooke! Hi!”
He kissed her on the cheek, but could feel her muscles tense as he hugged her.
“Listen. We really have to talk honey.”
“What about? You said you don’t have feelings for me. We have nothing to talk about.”
“Look, babe.”
“If you’ll excuse me, I really have to go home.”
She turned to leave, but he grabbed her arm.
“Brooke, don’t do this to me.”
“Just let me go!”
… “Yeh and he was like ‘no!’ and she was like ‘yeh’ and she was like ‘I don’t love you’ and he was like ‘ohmigod’ and…”
Whitney stopped dead in her tracks. Her gang of friends took the hint and started throwing Brooke the dirtiest looks they could manage.
“Orlando what the **** are you doing?”
“Nothing. I was just walking and she started talking to me. But it’s my fault.”
He desperately hoped she was stupid enough not to register what he just said, but Whitney wasn’t having any of it. She strode over to Brooke in her 5 inch heels, 11 inch skirt and a top that was hardly there and slapped her across the face. Brooke clutched her cheek and glared at Orlando, but didn’t walk home. She wasn’t just going to let her get away with that.
“Would you mind telling me where the hell that came from?”
“You were trying to chat up my boyfriend.”
“No. I wasn’t. I was walking home and he grabbed my arm.”
Orlando was desperately trying to make himself as invisible as possible.
“Brooke? Sweetie?”
Mike suddenly appeared round the corner with Andy and Tony.
“Honey what's going on?” Andy asked.
Brooke quickly took her hand away from her face, hoping it was dark enough that he wouldn’t see the red mark.
“Um, nothing. So Tony? This is your new boyfriend? Yeah, he is gorgeous.”
Orlando couldn’t help smiling to himself at this remark.
“Excuse me?” Whitney almost shouted.
Orlando had made up his mind. He couldn’t carry on lying.
“Um…yeah. I’m going out with Antonia.”
Well, it was the truth, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t bring himself to tell Brooke how much he cared about her.
“Look, I really need to go. I'm sorry mike. I love you guys so much though.”
She pushed past Whitney and kissed mike, Andy and Antonia on the check, then started walking home.
“Brooke! Wait! Please!” Andy shouted. She shook her head and married on walking.
“Hey. Why don’t you guys go back to the restaurant and I’ll go and see if she’s ok.” Orlando said.
By this time, Whitney and her gang of pikey mates had left, thinking they had won the fight. Orlando ran down the road until he reached Brooke’s door. She was just about to go inside but he stopped her.
“Please. We have to talk.”
“No! For the last time!”
“I’ve told you I don’t have feelings for you, but I need to know how you feel about me.”
She sighed.
“Come in.”

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