My Life With James McAvoy

VOLUME: II

By: Lianna's Fiction

It felt like forever had passed, and really had only been about an hour or two. I had managed to snag a few cheap Harry Potter necklaces, rings, and bracelets. Though they were surprisingly cheap. I had to stop though. Buying anything else would have resorted into me having to skip dinner. All of the celebrities were done with their Question and Answer spotlights. Now, they were moving on to walking around, meeting fans, and signing things. Some of them had booths, but a few celebrities refused to sit behind a booth. I wanted to have so many things signed, but I had no money for that too happen. So, instead of bouncing over to booths, I stood with my two best friends staring at the others. Everyone seemed so happy, and for a second I wanted to be in their places. That was until a voice broke my fantasies of being rich, and a strong cologne hit me. Realizing I had been staring, I quickly looked up to a very familiar face.

"Excuse me, you're the one that asked me the only good question." Was this really happening to me? "What's your name?" He wanted to know my name? What am I too him? I am nothing, he is everything. It wasn't making any sense. Clearing my throat, I stood up straighter. Trying not to act like a complete idiot.

"La Toya, it's nice to meet you, officially. Oh, and you're welcome. I didn't get to say it earlier." I smiled, and he offered his hand. At first, I was freaking out, and my heart spazzed. Thankfully, my brain functioned long enough to let my hand latch onto his. Then, he turned my hand over, and kissed it lightly. I cannot tell you how bright red my cheeks became. With my complexion, and skin tone it was evident. He smiled, and I could have sworn there was a similar blush on his cheeks.

"That's a beautiful name, for a beautiful girl." Did he just call me beautiful? So many thoughts were racing through my mind, but the most important one was the fact James McAvoy thought I was beautiful.

"I'm not beautiful..." That was all I could say? Man, I really needed some speech practice. Perhaps I should have practiced in front of the mirror before coming up here? His face went serious, and I could swear those blue eyes were seeing into a part of my soul that I didn't even know existed. He leaned in closer to me, I could feel his body temperature as he was close enough that I could have easily kissed his nose.

"Oh, but you are. You're the most beautiful creature that I've ever laid eyes on." I felt my heart literally stop in my chest. I wanted to close my eyes, I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. His eyes captured me so perfectly, and I could do nothing but stand victim.

"W-what about your wife?" Had I really asked that? Heavens, La Toya, are you as dumb as you look? Why on earth would I ask such a ridiculous question? He didn't like personal questions, but part of me felt offended really. He was saying I was prettier than his wife? Did he say this to girls often? Was he wanting me to be a victim of possible secret affairs? His eyes dropped for a second. I could see a gleam of light exit as I spoke.

"I don't have a wife..." His words were cold, but not directed at me. More so, they were directed around me. He didn't mean them to be dark, or frostbit. Actually, he more so wanted to inform me. While I could clearly see there was an underlying problem that he obviously hadn't shared with the world. At the same time, it was something he wanted to tell someone.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that..." I dropped my head, I felt dumber than anyone else in the universe. How could I have asked something so personal? I bit into his personal space, but since he obviously felt attracted to me. Well, he was forced to answer. He didn't want me to think he was cheating, or flirting while be married. Which, I had to admit, was a good thing. While at the same time, I felt a little saddened for him. His parents had divorced, and I vaguely remembered him discussing his ideas on the topic. He said something about, Divorce is not an option. So, did she die? I was curious, but I didn't want to pry. He seemed to realize the distinct air that came to the room. The negativity I was conveying, as I was extremely concerned. Yet he knew I respected him far to much to pry any further. I had been staring to the right of him, and at the ground. Considering I still felt terrible for saying such a thing to him.

"No, it's alright, actually... I've been meaning to tell someone. It's just personal, and I don't really trust anyone. It seems money is all anyone cares about these days." Which was completely understandable. I looked back up at him, slowly, but our eyes finally locked again. He looked deeply into mine, but cleared his throat. Looking between both of my friends. They got the hint though, and I watched as my two anchors disappeared. Now what if I fainted? Who could catch me? James looked into my eyes still, and though I had been a little distracted by my friends' disappearances. He didn't seem distracted at all. "We, divorced. I'm sure you've heard my views on that topic, if you're as big of a fan as you say. Which, I'm not saying you aren't." It was clear he was nervous, but I just nodded as he spoke. Letting him know I understood what he meant. "We had differences, many differences, and it's actually the reason I've been doing so many exposed movies lately. Tranceand Filthboth due to differences between the two of us. While she went out flirting with anything that had a male part... I started doing movies that had anything to do with exposing myself, and sex scenes." He had admitted so much to me. Part of me was frightened, but I understood. It made sense. The way he made it sound though, she had cheated on him? It was hard to believe she only flirted.

"Oh." It was all I could manage to say, and his eyes had slowly trailed away as he spoke. Once I had replied, his eyes went straight back up to me.

"How old are you?" This question took my by surprise. Not because I didn't want to answer him, but because it was off topic.

"Twenty-three, you're Thirty-Eight now, right?" I looked at him, believing myself to be correct. He nodded, and I watched him closely. It looked like tears were forming in his eyes, but I wasn't to sure. Not until he looked at me, and I saw his eyes were quite glassy. I felt my heart break, and though it still hadn't beat since before. I knew it was there due to how much pain it was in seeing him cry. "Don't cry... Please..." He looked at me, his face became sadder, and my heart died a little more. So, out of pure instinct I did what anyone with a brain would have. I reached out to him, and forced him to relax in my arms. At first, I thought he was going to be offended, but I knew he needed it. The tears, they were real, and I knew that anything I thought was right between the two of them. Well, it had been a lie. Just a cover-up for a truth that he was afraid to admit to anyone. "It's going to be okay, and you know how I know?" He sniffled a little, but I kept holding him. His arms were wrapped around me now, and I felt confident in myself. "Because you're a wonderful man. Inside and out, you're absolutely perfect, and I mean it." He laughed a little, but it was through tears.

"Nobody's perfect." I shook my head, and rubbed his back.

"My sense of perfection is knowing and seeing all the flaws of a person, but know it makes them only more perfect in one's eyes." That seemed to do the trick, or do something. He stopped crying, and pulled back. James was looking at me, directly in the eyes. For some reason, I was afraid to move. What was this gorgeous creature thinking?

"Well, then I'd like to let you know how perfect you are. Honestly, I've never opened up to anyone." He smiled through tears, and quickly dried his face off with his suit sleeve. I was smiling at him, and he smiled back at me. "What are you doing after this?" Whoa, was he going to ask me out? Was James McAvoy really going to ask me out? My heart started up again, and I was thankful to hear it. Considering I was starting to grow concerned of whether it was still pumping any blood through my body. I almost couldn't speak, but I forced myself too. I couldn't let anyone else take this shot.

"Well, my friend's and I were going to eat at Steak N' Shake. I have just enough money to get a bowl of chili and a soda." I smiled, and that was all it took.

"Mind if I come along? I can follow behind the three of you?" My heart was beating to fast now. I swore it was vibrating my chest. He wanted to go out with me! Well, sort of, it wasn't technically a date unless he paid.

"Of course!"

"Your friends' won't mind?" He looked hopeful, and I waved my hand.

"No, of course not! They'd be excited to have you come!" The two of us were smiling now, widely, and he nodded.

"Well, now's as good a time as ever. Did you guys have anything else you were doing?" I shook my head as he was talking.

"I don't think so. I came to see you." His eyes widened, and I felt a little prideful.

"I'm flattered, really. A gorgeous girl like you, coming to see me?" Why was he so flattered? He's overly attractive. Of course, that didn't mean he thought so.

"Well, you're the most attractive man I've ever laid on eyes on. Not to mention, your charm and smile. The most stunning thing I've ever seen." Had I just said all that? My eyes went a little wider, since I was afraid of what all I had just said. Instead, he just pulled me into a hug. His hand gripped the back of my head. I could smell his delicious cologne, and I took the feeling of his perfectly chiseled body. One of the happiest moments' of my life.

"You have no idea what that means to me." I was smiling against his chest, but I was perfectly fine staying that way for the rest of eternity. It had to end though, and he pulled back. So, naturally, I had to pull back as well.

"Well, now we have to find my friends." He smiled.

"They've been standing about three yards behind us this whole time. I kept watching them when I wasn't talking." That made sense, I had been wondering where his eyes were wandering sometimes. I watched him motion for them, and in a matter of seconds they were back on either side of me.

"So, whats up?" Amity asked quickly, and I smiled.

"Would it be too much of a bother if I joined you three at Steak N' Shake?" Madison and Amity were pretty excited, but they acted exactly as I had expected.

"No! Of course not!" Amity spoke with excitement.

"We would be honored!" Madison chimed in. I looked at him with a told you so look, but he smiled.

"Alright, well, let's go. I'll follow you three. Meet me at the stoplight. There was a small parking lot there, we can meet up at." I nodded, and then we both shared a glance. The glance seemed to last forever, but really it was only a few seconds. Then, he disappeared, and so did we. We exited through the front doors, and quickly got inside of the car.

"What did he say?"

"Does he like you?"

" Is this a date?"

"Did you exchange numbers?"

"Does he smell good?"

"What's his body feel like?" The last question had Amity looking at Madison like she was crazy. "What?" I only shook my head, and Madison started the car.

"He said a lot of things, I think so, I'm not sure, not yet, amazing, and I would die to touch it again." I hit every answer in one, and they seemed pleased.

"I'm guessing you're not going to tell us what he said?" I shook my head.

"No, he likes to keep his personal life, personal. So, no I won't tell you. All I can tell you, is that he is single. Nothing else though." I crossed my arms, but realized that I still hadn't put my seat belt on. So, I quickly did that. Though we were in the parking lot waiting for James as soon as I clicked it. "Whoa, that parking lot was closer than expected."

"Yeah, and he's not here yet. Hopefully it doesn't take him forever." We were speaking like he was just an old friend, and that made me smile. Really, it felt so natural to say James McAvoy and I were going to Steak N' Shake with my two best friends. That was a good thing right? It felt good. I had no idea at the beginning that a forced trip to Comic-Con would turn out to be the greatest time in my life. Now, let's hope he doesn't stand me up. It's our first date, at least, I guess that's what this is.