I do not own the king speech nor do I own Helena or Colin, I am writing this fan fiction as a respectable fan and apologies in advance if I offend any of you, feel free to review and just generally enjoy!

Helena

I slowly arose from my fathomless sleep. My heavy eyelids opened and then quickly shut when the bright morning sun rays blinded me, {I don't remember having the windows right opposite my bed unless I fell asleep on Tim's sofa of course…} I thought to myself, those thoughts were interrupted when a deep mumble emerged next to me, I turned to face the source of this noise and cautiously opened my eyes expecting to see my Tim lying next to me.

It wasn't Tim though, this was a different man, a man who is tall, has a very smooth defined face that was ageing gracefully and was topped with small brown curls that looked delicious and chocolate-like.

''Shit.'' I subconsciously said

This is Colin. Colin Firth, my king for the film that i'm currently filming

''SHIT, SHIT SHIT SHIT!'' My voice was cracking with obvious realization, I looked under the covers to reveal my naked body.

'Mmm.' Colin stirred, slowly waking from his sleep.

I quickly pulled myself from his chaise and started searching for my clothes, now the sleep fully shaken from my tired body and fully aware of the situation.

With my clothes from the previous day chucked on I ran from the rooms nearly tripping over the cat that led peacefully outside of Colin's room.

''Move.'' I hushed pushing the ginger animal a side, letting the stairs welcome me generously. Before I knew it I was outside and the cold November morning air attacked my body harshly, Shivering and cursing I ran down the familiar cobble London streets praying that nobody sees me, the paparazzi in particular.

I found myself arrive into the local retailing services and brought myself some aspirin and a black coffee as well as a bottle of Fiji water from a small convenient store hoping that it would put an end to the banging in this head of mine.

''Excuse me miss...'' A broad Scottish voice rang in my buzzing ears.

{Shit, great well done Helena. I shouldn't of borrowed some sort of sunglasses and hat to be less recognisable}

As I was getting lost in these pestering thoughts the female cleared her throat bringing me back to reality.

"Yes?" I said painting a fake yet kind smile onto my face

''Sorry'' the tall lady said obviously noticing my bad mood, ''Its just your any shoes not wearing shoes...''

''What?'' I questioned her before looking down at my now dirty bare feet {shit, thats why you couldn't feel your feet.}

My cheeks flushed a bright shade of pink bring a burning sensation that warmed up my skin as they did so, I quickly recovered from this glitch and told her a pathetic story of how my shoes broke and I was too ashamed to wear them.

The women looked at me strangely and with that left.

Colin

In the distance I heard a anxious yet soft voice that was slowly bringing me back to reality yet my inappropriate dreams were pulling me back, these dreams were filled with the beautiful cries of pleasure and heat between two sensual bodies inter joined into one magical night, as reality was dragging me back into the real world I was attacked with a sudden pang of guilt that hit the pit of my stomach making it stir and causing me to feel sick, my mind instantly started calling for the dream to return with its passionate atmosphere contained in it.

I awoke, my eyes slightly blurred. At first I didn't even recognise my room but my heavy eyes soon adjusted to the bright light shining through my window, I sat up right and led against the headboard trying to remember how I got into this state, naked and feeling very rough, I noticed some petite crimson coloured heels at the bottom of my bed, I picked them up cooing at the size of object, this definitely wasn't a pair of Livia's shoes, after all she was in Paris with her mother and sister and it was illegal for her not to take every single item sat in her wardrobe, therefore there was nothing in the house to remind me of my spouse.

I sat there confused about the whole shoe situation, I then decided to assume that Livia forgot some and decided to run myself a lovely warm bath.

The warm water swallowed my body and that's where I led until that warm water turned cold and my body was covered in more wrinkles than before.

As I removed myself from the familiar tub my phone rang the sound of ducks filled my ears as I entered my room and found my phone on the floor just behind the door.

''Ugh Helena.'' I sighed forgetting she had changed my ringtone after my duck story that I shared that time on set.

It was Tom, I quickly answered as he was the director after all.

''Hello'' I croaked surprising myself as well as Tom at the roughness in my voice.

'' You alright Colin? It sounds as if you've had an eventful night.''

I gave a hearty chuckle . ''I would say yes if I could remember any of it!'' I exclaimed

I could almost hear Tom's smile. ''Well I hope you sound royal for later, how was your drinks with Helena last night then?''

''My what sorry?'' I asked, having no memory of this

'' You went to Vanilla last night with Helena to get to know each other better?''

''Oh that's right..yes.'' I answered hoping that he couldn't hear the confusion that projected from my voice.

''Um...alright then mate I just rang up to see how it went but i'll see you on set later then'' he replied unconvinced

''See you Tom'' I responded but before ending the call he said

''Oh and Colin, go and get some soothers would you! You're need it to fix that throat of yours!''

And with that I ended the call, a rush of questions flowing through my mind {Drinks with Helena? Why can't I remember this? Please say they're not her shoes…}