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Cresswell

Thorne POV

Thorne was not enjoying himself. The girl across the table from him was never going to be his future wife. He never thought of commitment. Until he dated her. He shook his head.

Stop thinking about her.

He went back to looking at the girl in front of him, and now he couldn't even remember why he'd agreed to date her. She had the looks for sure: high cheekbones, shiny long brown hair, and great cleavage. Her personality, though, was lacking.

He nodded his head again for the 2nd time that minute and tried to pay attention to what she was saying.

"...So I told her 'Carswell Thorne is my boyfriend!' And that shut her up good. Damn I never knew cashiers could be so feisty!" she said, and then started on yet another irrelevant story.

A waiter came to take their order, her name was Jessica. He saw it on her nametag. She had badly dyed blond hair in a ponytail and light green eyes. She was probably in her 30s but didn't have an engagement ring.

As his date ordered, Thorne's eyes kept traveling to Jessica's hair. Though the dye job was horrible it reminded him of a special girl. One with big, blue-

"And for you sir?" the waitress asked. She bit her lip slightly and grinned at Thorne.

"I'll have the chicken parm," he said and gave the waitress a wink as he gave her his menu.

The waitress blushed and walked away. His date, Maria, went off on another tangent about a guy who kept DMing her.

He checked his phone under the table to see a text from his best friend Cinder and another from Cinder's boyfriend Kai.

Kai asked Thorne when he was going to start filming again. Thorne, as he did for the last 2 months, left him on read. Then he opened Cinder's text. And his heart stopped. There was a picture of a magazine. For once it wasn't about him. There was a blond-haired actor, Jacin, on the cover. That wasn't bad. But his hands were on a waist he knew by memory. He didn't even have to look up to see the face. And her hands were on Jacin's shoulders. They were both gazing into each other's eyes with so much love he wanted to puke.

"Excuse me, Maria," he said, leaving to the bathroom.

He shut the door quickly and leaned over the sink. God, he was going to puke. Because the girl on that magazine was the one he couldn't get out of his mind. And she was suddenly engaged. Just 2 months after she and Thorne broke up. And that girl was none other than the famous pop singer, Cress Darnel.

He tried not to think about Cress and her boyfriend for all of dinner. But everything kept reminding him of it: the blue-eyed woman who walked through the door, the adoring couple, and even a 5-foot Asian woman. At the end of the night, Maria put her hand on his knee.

"Do you want to go to my room? The hotel is down the block."

Emotions flew through Thorne's mind. He instantly thought of the time that Cress had asked the same question, so innocently. He had smirked and went to her room. Then he was expecting a normal one-night stand, but she was different. Cress was so beautiful, so talented, and so unique.

"Maria I had a wonderful night," he said, trying to sound like a gentleman, "I'll see you around." He got up and put a $150 bill on the table. "That should be enough to get you home," he said.

"Are we done?" Maria fumed.

"Sorry Maria," he walked away.

"You're a jerk!" Maria called behind him.

He ignored her and instead walked out of the restaurant. Before he could hop into his red sports car paparazzi surrounded him on all sides.

"What is the name of the girl you were with?" one asked, pointing a camera in his face.

"Why aren't you doing any acting gigs?" one asked, but Thorne kept pushing to get to his car.

"Is it because of Cress Darnel?" another one asked.

Thorne had enough. He finally got to his car, opened the door, and stepped on the gas pedal.

He didn't know where he was going, but he knew his head was pounding. He needed a drink.

10 minutes later Thorne was in front of a shady bar. He grinned. He would never see or hear of Cress here. She was probably drinking in a fancy nightclub, surrounded by her beautiful friends, and grinding against her boyfriend.

Thorne shook the thought out of his head. He was gonna keep every thought of her out, at least for tonight.

"What do you want sir?" the bartender asked. He was a fat, tattooed man.

"Whiskey," Thorne replied. That was his to-go drink. He'd been sober when dating Cress. He'd been sober for 7 months.

The bartender handed him a whiskey, which Thorne downed in seconds, and set his cup down for a refill.

9 whiskeys later his vision was getting hazy. He couldn't think straight. Maybe this was a mistake.

"Sir are you okay?" the bartender asked.

Thorne didn't respond and instead placed some money on the table. He didn't know how much it was, but it was a lot of money. He could see the bartender's eyes widen. Thorne mumbled a thank you and got up. Before he could make it any farther, though, he ran into someone and grabbed their waist. God, he hoped it was a girl.

It was a girl. She was short, no more than 5' 3.'' He could make out that she was pretty. Very pretty.

"You're gorgeous," she said, her voice velvety before he could say anything.

"No you are," he replied, still holding her waist. He tried to focus on her eyes, but all he could see was the blueness. He could drown in that blue.

"Why are you so hot?" she asked, the words slurring together. So she was drunk too.

"Hot is my middle name. Right after suave and darling," he said, righting them both.

She reached his chin. He liked that. She was fun sized.

"You're fun-sized," he said laughing.

She laughed too and pushed him a little. But because of his built, she ended up stumbling back.

He caught her arm and pulled her closer. He stared into her eyes that looked so familiar and tilted her chin up. He could see a light pink blush rise on her cheeks as he leaned down and kissed her. Soft at first, but then he felt a whole display of fireworks. He didn't know if that happened because he was drunk, but it did. And then he wanted to do more. Her arms found their way to his hair, and his arms found their way to her waist. And they were making out.

"I want you," he whispered against her lips.

He could feel her smiling. "I'm gonna get a drink. And then I'll come with you."

He followed after her, even though he knew he shouldn't. He couldn't blame himself if she had a charm to her.

The next morning

Thorne POV

He woke to a pounding headache. Thorne tried to open his eyes, but they felt like they were weighted with rocks. He sat up and realized he wrapped in a blanket. And he was naked. Shit. What happened? He got up to see a thong and a pair of boxers on the floor next to him. He put on the boxers and went into the bathroom. And fuck. He had hickeys and lipstick everywhere. There were hickeys on his neck, collarbone, and abs. He had lipstick stains all over his face. And the lipstick looked so familiar. He'd seen it before. Then he heard a scream from outside the bathroom.

He ran out of the bathroom to see an all too familiar face. Oh hell no. It can't be. He put his hand on the wall for balance. He couldn't breathe.

"Cress?" he gasped.

Cress looked at him, and her eyes widened. "Thorne? I mean no. I mean- fuck." She wrapped the blanket around her and got up. She grabbed her clothes off the ground as Thorne stood watching.

He still couldn't remember anything from last night. "How did-"

"I don't know. I was at the bar one minute and I met this guy. He was really hot-"

"I met this girl at the bar too. She was beautiful. Blue eyes-"

"Brown hair-"

Something clicked in Thorne's brain. "So that girl was-"

The lightbulb went off in Cress's brain also. "So that boy was-"

They both locked eyes, "You."

"I remember us drinking more, cause you suggested it," Thorne said, "It's your fault."

"But you're the one who suggested that I come with you."

"But I was drunk," Thorne protested, though he knew this argument was going nowhere.

"I was too." Cress sighed, "This is getting nowhere. We just need to leave as soon as possible. Before anyone finds out."

Thorne nodded. "Yeah, of course."

After a second of silence, Cress looked at him. "Um, Thorne, where's my thong?" she asked, blushing.

Thorne looked at her and smirked. He went over to the other side of the bed, grabbed it, and dangled it just out of her reach. "Come and get it."

Cress rolled her eyes and walked around the bed until she was a foot away from him. "Thorne give it to me," she said.

Thorne grinned, "Impatient are we?"

Cress rolled her eyes, but he could tell she was suppressing a grin. "Thorne hand it over."

He dangled it a little higher.

Cress sighed and climbed onto the bed. She was still an inch short. "I hate being short," she said pouting.

"I love it," Thorne said. Cress's eyes widened, and he cleared his throat. "I mean I think it's cute. I mean-"

"That's not helping your case," Cress laughed. Something in Thorne's heart panged. That laugh. He hadn't heard it for such a long time. And then he remembered last night.

"Shit," Thorne said.

"What?" Cress asked and stopped trying to reach her thong.
"Cress we had sex. God-"

"Shit. Shit. Sh- what am I doing? I'm engaged. Oh my god," Cress said, falling onto the bed.

When she said engaged, Thorne's mind flashed back to that picture.

"You forgot you're engaged?" Thorne asked in disbelief.

"Yes-no. I-I didn't. It just happened so fast I-" She sat up and put her face in her hands.

"-can't believe you're engaged to him," Thorne said.

Cress looked up. "You can't-"

"It's been 2 months Cress. Two. And you're already engaged. Were you cheating on me or something-"

"Thorne," Cress warned, "I never cheated."

"I didn't-"

"Why am I even talking to you?" Cress said, frustrated. She got up and went to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

"Cress," Thorne said. "I'm sorry. I crossed the line," he said, going to the door. "I just-"

She opened the door. Damn, she got dressed fast. And damn, she looked good.

"You just what, Thorne?" Cress asked, looking right into his eyes.

"I- I just- I-"

"Thorne you cheated on me. It was so random. I spent weeks figuring out what I did wrong. And then I met Jacin," Cress said.

"I don't wanna hear this," Thorne said, turning around.

She grabbed his arm, and he turned around again so he faced her. "Yes, you do. He is so different from you. He's confident, sweet, and talented. He volunteers at the homeless shelter when he's not acting. That's where I met him. He's honestly a fairytale prince. Do you know why I went to the bar last night?"

Thorne shook his head.

"I didn't want to keep living a fairytale over and over. He's just so perfect. Too perfect. Everything I want he does. I thought it would be nice for a day off. Go to a disgusting bar. Get drunk. Go home."

"Cress do you know why I went to the bar?"

"Cause you're a douche."

Thorne nodded. "That, but also you. Every single thing reminded me of you. This waitress had blonde hair. Another woman who was 5 foot reminded me of you. Remember how I used to call you fun-sized?"

A hint of a smile crossed Cress's face, but it was gone in a blink.

"Jacin helped me when I was broken. Broken because of you."

"Cress you never let me explain. I-"

She held up a hand. "Thorne you broke my heart. I said I loved you, and you ran away. Then the next day I come home, to our apartment, and see another woman all over you. And she was my friend, Thorne. You-" Cress swallowed and shook her head. "Goddammit! I had to tell the press that we just weren't good for each other to protect your reputation. Everything is always about you!" she screamed.

Thorne put his face in his hands. "God Cress, I-"

"Sorry, was. Was about you," Cress said.

He looked down at her to see tears streaming down her face.

"Cress please don't cry. Please," he pleaded. He tried to wrap her in a hug, but she evaded it. She grabbed her thong off the floor and put it on.

"Cress I never meant to hurt you. I realized I made a huge mistake after you left. But you never let me explain. I told you to tell the press. Why didn't you?" He looked over at her, but she was too busy trying to find something.

"Where's my phone?" she asked, turning over the bedsheets.

"On the nightstand," Thorne said.

Cress grabbed it and turned it on. "Oh hell no," she whispered.

"What?" Thorne asked, looking over her shoulder. "Oh fuck."

On the front page of every tabloid was their faces. Cress and Thorne. Kissing. Going to a hotel. Looking so in love and so drunk.

"No. No, this can't be happening," Cress said, eyes widening, blinking back tears.

Thorne grabbed his own phone from next to her, to see countless texts.

Cinder texted him over 50 times. One of them read, 'Call me. You're making a mistake.'

He opened Kai's texts next. 'I know you hate me, but Jacin is pissed. You can't get Cress back. After everything you've done, you don't deserve her.'

He opened a text from his agent, 'I said publicity, but not this kind.'

There was another from Winter. He hadn't texted her in forever. 'Please tell Cress to respond to her texts. Oh, and you're a douche.'

There were countless others from fellow actors and actresses. Even Maria texted him, 'Fuck you. I knew you only wanted her.'

"I need to go," Cress said, tears streaming down her face.

"Cress, wait!"

Cress turned back to him, tears in her eyes. "I should've never loved someone like you," she spat and slammed the door behind her.

Thorne sank into the bed. He opened his phone and replied to the first text he had in 2 months.

'Tell him I'm sorry.'

So I realized that this was getting too long so this is part 1. I will post part 2 soon!

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