"I am so so so sorry. I am on my way and I bring someone else. We will be there in 10 minutes", I apologized for running late.
"Who?"
"you will see. Just met him. He is incredible. But you will recognize him."
"you are talkin' in puzzles again."
I chuckled. "Gotta go. Metro is comin'."
"See you in a bit. Hurry up."
Norman and I jumped into the just arriving metro and drove the 3 stations to get to the club. "I'm sorry you are late."
"You are not. Liar."
"True." He snickered and pressed my hand. He was standing close by, even so there was plenty of room. I could smell him and I could feel him breathing against my skin. His eyes pierced into mine and his lips forming a half sided smirk, before he started biting his lip and sliding his tongue over his lower lip. I smiled. Oral fixation. Jesus he drove me insane with that when I saw him in movies or pictures but in real life it happens to be sexy and funny. Right now he looked like a psychopath, not a sexy fucker. "Norman, you look like a lunatic right now."
"Maybe I am. Ya' scared?"
"Scared? Of you? Nah. Can't happen."
"Sure?"
"Yeah. Nothing I haven't seen before."
Before he could answer we arrived at the station and I dragged him around until we were on the right road. I walked very fast and he started complaining. I guess he was a bit exhausted but I didn't want Jenny to wait for so long and I was eager to see her because it was such a long time since I spend time with her. We had such a great past. So much fun. Music, concerts, roadtrips. Hours on the phone talking about writing, songs, all day life. Until her life changed and she got pregnant. Sometimes things change. This was one of the things I didn't like. I missed the time on the road with her. Following our favorite musician Tom. We arrived short before the concert started and we searched for Jenny. I found her at our favorite spot at the club. She turned around and smiled when she saw me. I went over to her, Norman following me. "Hiiiiiiiiii", I nearly screamed and hugged her tied. "Finally", she said.
After a lot of hugging, she looked at Norman and whispered. "Holy fuck, is this who I think it is."
I nod. "Yeah."
"Norman, this is Jenny. Jenny, this is Norman."
She looked slightly surprised and shook his hand. "Nice to meet you Jenny."
"Uhm yeah. You too." He smiled, looked at me and asked: "She okay?"
"yeah. It is the language you know. English. We are not used to speak english."
"I understand."
My friend then asked me stuff in german. "Where did you meet him?, "When did you meet?", "What happened?". The usual questions of a friend. Norman kissed my cheek and asked "Ladies want to drink somethin'?"
"Yeah. Beer for me", I answered. Jenny looked at me confused. "Want to drink something?"
She nodded. "Cola." Her eyes went to Norman who nodded. She was already fishing for her money, when Norman shook his head. "I pay. I am the man." Both of us rolled our eyes. "You go then and don't flirt with all the girls", I joked. "Never. I have you now. Don't need crazy girls." He turned around and left to get the drinks. My friend looked at me. "Jesus, he is hot as fuck and his voice. Why didn't you tell me more about him?"
"Because you never listened when I talked about that hot guy from that zombie show. And you never wanted to hear about him because he was "old". well fuck, he is hot and smart and jesus he can kiss."
"You kissed?" I nod.
"Well. That is a new one. How long has it been that you were kissed?"
"Too long but the waiting was honored."
We chuckled. We talked a bit about our life, waiting for the concert to start. When I looked around the room I froze. "Jenny?"
"Yeah?"
"Look." I pointed my head in the other direction. "What is he doing here?", I asked.
"I guess Henry invited him."
It sometimes is weird going out in Berlin, meeting famous people. It is even more weird when you know one of them by name. Tom. He hadn't seen us yet. Norman came back after a while, his arms around my waist and kissing my temple.
"So, how long do you know each other", he asked.
"Couple of years", I replied.
"How did you meet?"
"We share some interests. We like the same musician."
I could see Jennys gaze going to that man across the room.
"Sounds good. Anyone famous?"
Jenny and me shook our heads. "Nah, he is a local singer and songwriter. Nice guy and we have seen him about 30 times or more."
"Aww groupies", Norman said amused and huffed my side.
Jenny was standing at my left side, while Norman stood at my right side and she whispered into my ear. "Tom saw us." I sighed. Now this would be interesting. He had never seen us with guys, except for Henry, the musician we were now waiting for and that went totally wrong. Instead of happy glares from stage we got death glares. Jealousy jumping around like a wild fire. That's when we decided to never take a guy to a concert again. Yet, here I was, with Norman.
Tom moved in front of us, smiling, his blue eyes wandering from one to another and his glasses reflecting the light. He was holding a bottle of beer and greeted us with "Hello Ladies."
Jenny and I answered with a simple "Hi", while Norman said nothing at all. Instead whispered into my ear: "Who is he?"
My heart was beating way too fast in that moment. Norman sounded jealous, in front of me was my favorite musician and I was still a bit in awe about the whole day. "So, uhm, Tom that is Norman." Both nodded. "Norman, that is Tom, our favorite musician."
"Oh, the one you were talking about just minutes ago?"
"Yeah. That would be him."
Norman smiled and reached one hand to greet Tom properly.
Tom asked in german: "Why do we speak english?"
"Because Norman is obviously american and I doubt he would get every single german word."
"Okay. How did you meet? Since when are you taken? I always saw you two alone."
Norman chuckled and I looked at him. And before I could say anything he said: "Are you nosy or jealous?"
Which made Jenny and me laugh and I gave Norman a clap on the back of his head.
Tom looked surprised and answered: "Nosy?"
"Good answer. She is my girl."
"Holy crap guys. Are we in some kind of dirty dancing movie or what?", I tried to pull that conversation in another direction.
Jenny stared at Tom and Norman and I just shook my head. Until I heard Norman say: "I met her this morning at the art museum. IN front of that amazing painting of hers and we talked a lot about art and life and then went to drink a coffee. The moment I met her was some sort of earthquake or lightning. There is just something about her and I fell in love with her the moment she touched my hand. I hope this answer was to your satisfaction."
He then kissed my temple and I felt him smiling. "Uhm. Yeah. Wow. Pretty fast." Then he turned to speak with Jenny for a bit and I turned around and gave Norman a kiss. "you are such a devil", I mumbled.
"Sorry. No not sorry", he replied and kissed me again.
After some minutes the concert finally started and I was glad we hadn't had to talk anymore because that whole situation was nerve wrecking. I loved Tom, for what he had done to me and Jenny. Giving us energy and strength. A light in the dark. We never had feelings for him and we never found out why we had that special connection to him or why he was jealous but that never mattered. At least not for me. And now it won't ever matter again, because my Light and my Energy was standing next to me. Norman inspired me to many things before we met this morning and I was willing to find out what he could do in the future. But was there a future? We only just met and maybe this was some sort of holiday relationship for him. Maybe we would never see each other again, never speak, never write. He is a superstar and I am nobody. Does the age gap really not matter to him? I know that it doesn't for me. I never was a fan of age concepts. I believed in souls. But him? He always had younger girlfriends but they were all supermodels. Which would be the third reason to make me doubt this thing. Why would he stay with me? What if he finds another supermodel?
I was barely listening to the songs and felt guilty because I promised Henry to come and now I am not able to listen. Jenny looked at me for a while and I knew she would say something very soon. So I looked at her and smiled. Norman was still holding my waist, his fingers drawing circles on my side and every other minute he was kissing my hair, my temple, my cheek.
"Are you alright", Jenny asked in german.
"I don't know."
"Why?"
"Is this real or am I dreaming?"
She chuckled. "I think you are awake. So this is reality."
"Okay."
She shook her head and then looked to the stage again. I leaned my head against Normans shoulder and he kissed the top of my head. "How long does this concert go?", he asked.
"Think another hour."
"I want to be alone with you", he whispered.
I looked at him and his blue eyes fixed mine and he was full of longing. He suddenly moved behind me, embraced me and kissed my neck. My skin automatically covered with goosebumps. One of his hands was stroking my stomach, the other one was holding my hand. He wouldn't stop kissing my neck and I was sure that I would be completely insane the minute the concert stops. My head turned to look at Jenny and Tom. Both staring at me and Norman and I raised my eyebrows. Jenny shook her head and smiled. "Maybe it is a dream", she whispered.
Norman was pressing his middle against my body and I could feel his erection growing. Oh lord. I grabbed his hand and led it to my mouth. my teeth gently biting his palm, then kissing it. Then I pressed a kiss on that little star. His breath constantly getting faster against my neck, moving towards my ear. "I fuckin' want you now."
I turned around "Sorry Babe, you are goin' to behave and wait. We don't want to make a scene, don't we?"
"You are awful", he replied.
"Nah. I just want you all by myself and don't want to share you with 200 people and I don't want to get any sort of disease by fuckin' you on the toilet."
"Girl, your mouth is dirty. I need to clean that later."
"Yeah but before that we should make it a bit more dirty."
Then I turned around and smiled. I loved to tease guys and I loved to play the evil girl. His reaction was hilarious. He let go of me and just mumbled: "I need fresh air."And with that he left the room and I looked after him. Jenny immediately asked what was wrong. "Oh, uhm he had a problem."
"In his pants?"
"Yeah. And maybe with the pictures in his head."
Tom looked at us. "What the hell did you tell him? That guy looked as if you had said something horrible."
"Nah. I just said something dirty and unladylike like. Guess my darkside is having an appearance today."
My friend started laughing and Tom just looked confused. Jenny just said: "Your darkside never leaves. Does he know about all the fucked up things in your head and especially the things about fucking?"
Tom was only staring. Unable to speak. "No. He had a shirt insight this afternoon but I can't give away all my secrets right away."
"Uhm. Did I miss something?", the musician asked.
"No. No the less you know the better for you."
Jenny just nodded and our eyes and ears concentrating on the band that was playing.
Every once in a while Jenny and I looked at each other and smiled knowingly. Tom just looked curious and Norman was gone for a while. When he came back he was standing next to me, holding my hand and emptying his bottle. If he was out of his mind just by those words, what would happen if we would do it? Was I looking so innocent or why was he so surprised? I hope I would find out after the concert. He was avoiding my eyes but his thumb was caressing my tattoo.
While Henry was on stage singing, I felt butterflies come to life in my belly. And I hoped they wouldn't turn into moths. Some people told me to enjoy the moment and that is what I was planning to do. My mind already wandered to the things I wanted to do to the man next to me and I smirked. I hope he didn't plan to sleep so soon.
When the concert was over we all ordered a last drink, Tom was still standing next to us and when Jenny was talking to Norman, Tom asked me stuff about Norman and what the painting was he mentioned. When I told him he promised to go and see it. When I watched him I didn't see the man I used to see. Now he was just a musician but he was no longer the one I was holding on to. After that drink we said goodbye to everyone and Norman and me nearly ran to the next metro station to get back to his hotel room. As soon as we closed the door behind us, I started undressing him. He was throwing his boots aside and his shirt was faster on the ground than i could watch. My sneakers landed next to his boots and I looked at him. He was standing next to the bed and when I came closer I started opening his belt and slid down his jeans and pants in one. He was already hard. But before starting what I wanted to do I kissed him and he tugged at my hair then let his hands slide down to the rim of my shirt and pulling it over my head. Then his hands wandered to the back opening my bra. I stopped kissing him and moved my lips to his neck, biting it gently and licking over the spot. He was now playing with my nipples, his mouth near my ear, gently kissing my earlobe. Norman whispered: "I want you." I smirked and bit down a bit harder this time. Leaving marks on his body. He moaned and I was getting on my knees very slowly, biting my way down until I was kneeling in front of him. I put kisses along his manhood, making sure to not touch the tip of it. My tongue was licking his balls and he moaned and grabbed my hair. When I looked up I smirked again. "Please", he begged.
But instead of starting I made him lay down on the bed, grabbed for my shirt, grabbed his arms and when he looked confused I asked him: "You trust me?"
He nodded and I tied him up. His eyes were dark of desire and he wanted to come. He wanted to fuck but I wouldn't let him have that. I told him my mouth should be dirty before he was allowed to clean it again. So I was planning on doing this. My first plan was to blindfold him but I didn't. I wanted to see his eyes and also his mouth would stay without a gag because I loved when he made sounds. I had heard him over years on the TV and now this was live and I really wanted to hear him. I hovered over his face and smirked, gave him a brief kiss and then started kissing his neck, his nipples, the spot over his navel and my fingers were sliding over his sides, thighs and when I sucked on his balls he throw his head back. Norman looked at me and started begging again but the more he begged the more I teased, until he gave up and I kissed the tip of his cock. When my tongue touched his tip and I started licking over it he moaned and was moving his hip up, to give me a sign to take him in. I pushed him down. "My play. My rules. Behave or I won't even do anything."
"Please. This is torture. Let me just fuck you."
"Later. I hope you weren't planning to sleep any time soon."
He moaned when I took him in my mouth and then let go of it. "No. No. I don't want to sleep. Just do what you want."
"My plan exactly."
But then I thought I should start before he was getting a heart attack and when I started sliding my tongue along his whole cock, I heard him breathe in sharp and when I started to take him in again and moving my head, sucking his cock and massaging his balls his moans were getting louder and louder and he mumbled words like "fuck" and "don't stop" but I wasn't planning on doing so. It didn't take him long to unload his whole cum into my mouth. Instead of swallowing it all I was holding some in my mouth, went back up and kissed him, letting him taste his own cum. While we were kissing I opened the knot that was holding his hands in place and as soon as it was gone he grabbed my face and kissed me even harder. I pulled back and cleaned up his face with my tongue. "Hell, what was that?", he asked.
"You said you wanted to clean my mouth. I told you it had to get dirtier before." I smirked and he crashed his mouth against mine. His hands sliding up and down my back until he grabbed me and turned us around. He was opening my pants and pulled them off of me. "You will pay for this."
"I hope so."
"Do I need to tie you up or will you behave?"
"I always behave. I am really nice." I smiled and he kissed me again. Then he started nibbling at my ear, neck, nipples and kissed every spot he could find. I loved the feeling of his beard brushing over my skin and I looked at him. It was one thing to see him do that on screen. Another one when you are involved. When I found it hot to see him making out on screen, I found it awkward to be on the recieving end. But there was one thing even more ridiculous about that. It felt better than anything before. When he reached my middle he let his tongue tip my clit and I tried not to make any sound but failed and I could feel him smirking, when he started to suck it. He let go after a second and then moved back up to face me. Okay, I thought, he is playing the I tease you and then wait until the feeling is gone again and then tease again-game. Which I was totally okay with. Payback is a bitch.
I grabbed his face and kissed him again. He seemed to lose himself in that kiss. His tongue constantly battling with mine and his breath getting a bit shorter. His elbows were left and right from my face now and his hands were playing with my hair. When he stopped the kiss he put some little ones on my cheeks and under my eyes. He opened his eyes and smiled. "Can we do this forever?", Norman whispered.
"Nothing against it."
Then he moved down again and started teasing me again. This time he was not stopping and when he shoved two fingers into me I moaned. He was sucking and licking my clit and moving his fingers inside of me. It really didn't take long until I came and yelled "Fuck, Norman." He chuckled and blow air against my clit and then kissed it. His fingers still inside of me. When he pulled them out he licked them both and then placed himself next to me. "Sorry, I need another second. I'm not so young anymore and my dick doesn't function like when I was 20 and was hard in 2 seconds."
"Will you stop that? No apologizing while in bed. That's rule number 2."
"What is one?"
"Don't do anything you don't want to do."
"Yeah. I can live with that."
"Yep." I looked at him, his arms crossed behind his head, which was facing me and I couldn't stop smiling. He was so gorgeous. "You are beautiful, you know that?"
Norman smirked. "Yeah. People tell me that like 300 times a day."
I rolled my eyes and slapped his chest. "Idiot."
My hand was now touching the tattoo on his chest and the little demon on the inside of his arm. I loved his tattoos. I started kissing his collarbone and he wrapped his arm around me and shifted himself on his side. Facing me now and our knees tangled together. My head lying on his arm and my right arm under his shoulder so i could play with his hair and his neck. The other hand was lying in the middle between our bodies and Norman placed his above mine, intertwining our fingers. We both looked a moment at our hands and I smiled. My butterflies were turning into tornadoes. When my eyes met his, I swallowed. His eyes were so amazing. My head moved closer to him and I touched his lips with my lips and gave him a soft kiss. "You make me crazy girl."
"Same here."
"We should have met earlier."
"Yeah. Like 20 years ago..." Then I laughed.
"Why do you laugh?"
"Because I would have been 10 and you 25."
Norman laughed. "Oh Lord I could have been your teacher or babysitter."
That made me laugh even more and I shook my head. "Can you not...This gives me ideas."
"Like Teacher-Kink Ideas?"
He smirked and squeezed my hand and I raised an eyebrow. "For example. Even so I would always prefer you in an overall or covered in dirt than in tie and shirt."
"So? You like Daryl and Scud then?"
"Yeah and Travis, Lax, Mac, Marco, Murphy and all the others. My favorite is Daryl because he is grumpy and badass but has a heart of gold. Not to mention his dirty body and his clothes. And his crossbow and bike. Only the hair..." I looked at Norman and tugged his hair.
"Yeah I want it back to Murphy hair", he said. "Which should happen soon. For BDS 3."
"I will tell you something. It's a secret: My hair will be cut when I am back in NY. And I think about throwing a party." He smirked and I kissed him. "Can't wait to run my fingers through that short hair and tug on it. Is it going to be raven-black again?"
He nodded and I smiled. "I fuckin' love your hair in every color and every length, except this but someday I would like to see your natural color again."
"Yeah me too."
"You know what I would like to see too?"
He shook his head and I couldn't help but chuckle. "I want you to be so lost in lust that you are all sweaty and your hair sticking to your skin. I want you to bite your lip because you are so hard that it is nearly unbearable to not cum right on the spot. I want to see you in every position. And I want to see you wake up next to me, because I know you are looking beautiful no matter what."
"And I want to hear you scream my name", he whispered into my ear and bit my earlobe, playing with my piercing. His hip was pushing against my leg and I felt his erection. "How do you want me?", I asked him and he smirked. "In every fucking position but right now I want it rough and want you from behind."
So I moved myself in the middle of the bed, kneeling and waiting for him. He placed himself behind me and pushed into me and started moving immediately, his hands grabbing my hips. He was pulling me closer and harder against himself and he was breathing hard while I was trying to hold on long enough. He was hitting my g-spot all the time but after a while i started moaning because i couldn't hold back and he said: "Oh god. If you come now I can't go on any longer." So I held back my orgasm a bit and he stopped moving for a while and slid out of me. "Turn around", he commanded and he placed himself between my legs, entering me again with one thrust. One hand at my throat and the other one holding his weight. He pressed my throat a bit, making it harder to breathe. His thrusts were hard and rough and I grabbed his hair and pulled it, while my other hand was scratching over his back. His eyes were closed and he bit his lip and when I felt him getting thicker inside of me he finally looked at me. "Come for me now", so I stopped holding back my orgasm and came. I screamed his name as he wished and he came short after me with a loud moan. He didn't pull out instead he lowered his body and rested his head on my chest. listening to my fast heartbeat. "Babe, I want you to sleep here tonight."
"I wasn't planning on leaving. I am well aware we only have this week."
"Yeah think we can't make this a thing?"
"No. I think once you are back in NY you will forget about me."
Norman pulled out of me, looked at me and said: "I won't ever forget you. I want you. But I don't know if this is going to work. I'm not good with women."
"Shut up. Can we start ruining this when you fly back?"
"Yeah." He sadly smiled and stood up to go to the bathroom. It was like a dream coming true. And everyone knows that dreams get destroyed by reality. As much as I wanted this to work and as much as I loved that man, I knew all too well that there would never be a place at his side for me. Before he came back I put my shirt and underwear back on and looked at my hands. I rubbed my little star-tattoo and thought about this whole day. I would rather have a brief moment of this than none at all. At least this would keep me alive for a while. Until I find someone that wouldn't leave and that would be able to fight for me.
When Norman came back from the bathroom he sat beside me and took my hand in his. "Maybe we can make this last. Maybe I should stop running."
"Yeah. Maybe."
6 month later
I was browsing through the web, searching for a distraction. Work was awful and I had some annoying clients I needed something to keep me from getting angry at the world. My stories I wrote were all too sad and dramatic for the day and it was already too dark to paint. I wasn't a fan of artificial light while working so I sat down with my tablet and browsed tumblr. Liked pictures, blogged a bit and smiled when my friends made jokes about meeting Norman. I hadn't told anyone and luckily no one had taken pictures of him and me. It nearly was as it never happened.
Every time I saw pictures of him I felt the moth inside my stomach. Eating me alive. After one week of amazing sex, fun and falling in love with each other it felt like a sin to part. And it felt like a goodbye and it was.
We didn't write, didn't talk or see each other again. He was busy filming and I threw myself into painting, writing and going to work. Acting around my friends as everything was fine. When in real nothing was fine. But I kept on writing on tumblr and denied that this week ever happened. I read articles and watched interviews, just in case. When there were rumors about him having a new affair I cried myself to sleep after drinking a bottle of wine.
He denied it. He said he was single and that he was not up to something new yet. There were rumors that he sold his house in Georgia and that his TV show wasn't going into season 7. He was in the middle of filming the boondock saints movie. I was writing with one of my friends and she told me that there was a new interview this day and it was streamed live. I sighed and said I would stay awake and watch it over with her so we could talk about it afterwards. It hurt to see him but it would hurt more to lose all the friends I made on the web while fangirling over Norman.
When we watched the interview I put on my headphones to hear his voice as loud as possible in my ears. He was wearing black clothes, boots and his hair was short and raven-black again. I instantly smiled. If he had the party when his hair got cut? Who did he celebrate with?
For the first minutes they were asking questions about the show and the movie and I just listened to his voice. Professional as always.
And then the topic changed and I felt tears coming because him talking about his private life was as if someone was cutting my guts in little pieces.
But I kept listening and watching.
Interviewer: "There are rumors you sold your house in Georgia. Are they true?
Norman: "Yes they are. I had the house to have a place while we were filming. But with the ending of the next season the show ends and I have no need for it anymore."
Interviewer: "What is up next for you? You are filming BDS right now. Anything else?"
Norman shook his head and started playing with his beard. "No. There are no other films coming. I can't believe I say this but after Boondock Saints I will end my acting career."
I swallowed hard and was nearly as surprised as everyone on screen and my friend Natalie wrote me something but the letters were all blurry because I was crying. If he would end his career I would never see him again.
Interviewer: "Wow. That is a bomb you just throw in here. Why do you want to end it?"
He smiled and nodded and was rubbing his tattoo. "I always wanted to be a painter, living near the sea or a forest and be myself. Without cameras stuck to my face. And I am 46 now and really want to enjoy the rest of my life. I don't say I will never do anything in the business again but I don't want it to be so...you know..time consuming."
Interviewer: "Did you find a place already?"
Norman: "I did. I will move away from the US. I will keep my apartment in NY but I will move to Germany."
(The whole audience was surprised again) My heart stopped. He was doing what?
Natalie wrote me: "Wow he is moving to your country. Maybe you will meet him." I replied: "Yeah hell. Germany is big."
Interviewer: "Germany? How come?"
Norman leaned back in his seat and I could see him breathe in and out, pressing his hands and getting twitchy. He was beyond nervous.
"Six month ago I went there to get away from all the craziness. I needed a break and went to Berlin to visit some museums and to attend the premiere of a movie. I met someone there. A girl. And she stole my heart from the very first minute I met her. It was magical."
Interviewer: "So all the rumors about you meeting that model were made up?"
Norman: "Yes. My heart belongs to that one girl in Germany and I really hope she still wants it. I lost contact with her because I lost her number and mail address. And I tried to reach her but couldn't. And she didn't try to contact me. So I still hope she likes me."
Interviewer: "Wouldn't it be better to make sure she does before giving up everything and move to another country?"
Norman: "Well, what can I say? I am crazy."
(The audience chuckled and I was completely shocked. Even my friends were silent)
Interviewer: "Maybe she is watching and will try to contact you now."
Norman: "I hope so."
Interviewer: "We could blend in a number and she can call."
Norman was getting even more nervous but smiled and I swallowed hard. What do I do?
Norman: "Yeah. Her Name is Nicole."
Interviewer: "How do we know it is her?"
Norman: "I can write down a question and an answer. Something only she knows."
Interviewer: "Okay. So Nicole, if you see this please call."
I wrote down the number and then typed my friend: "Can't answer. Have to call someone."
Natalie: "You callin' Norman?"
Me: "You will see."
I called because fuck I needed to. This was so crazy but it was my only chance. I tried to calm my voice when I heard a voice on the other end asking who I am. After I told him he said: "I will ask two questions. If you answer correct we will lead your call to the studio."
"Okay", I whispered.
"So first question: "Where did you meet?" I answered.
"Good. Second question: "What were the last words he said to you?"
I swallowed. "Whenever you look upon your tattoo or into the stars, know that I am looking at it too. Know that I love you and that nothing that is bonded by heart can be separated by an ocean."
"That is correct. Good you called, now we will lead that call through. Make sure you cancel your speakers."
"Yeah. Okay."
I cancelled my speakers and was then listening over my phone what was happening. My eyes fixed on my tablet screen. Then I heard the Interviewer ask: "Nicole, can you hear us?"
"Yeah I can hear you."
Norman was smiling, his hands hiding his mouth. Which was making me smile too.
"So you were the first one in line and you answered both questions right. Norman will ask you something just to make sure."
Norman shook his head. "I don't need to. I heard her voice. Hi Honey."
"Hi Norm'."
The Interviewer smiled. "So, Nicole were you surprised by what he said?"
"Yeah. A bit. It's been six month and I thought he moved on. That he forgot me, just as I predicted on our first day."
"And I told you that we can make this last."
"No. You said "maybe". And between "maybe" and "will" is a difference as big as an ocean."
He nodded and smiled. "You still want him?", the Interviewer asked and I laughed.
"Are you serious? Of Course! He has to make up for all the tears and lies I told over the last 6 month. It was hard keeping that week a secret."
"I'm sorry", Norman whispered.
"So, you leave your contact and we will give it to Norman, so you two can talk about everything in private. But I have one last question for you. What do you think about him giving up his acting career for you?"
"He doesn't do it for me. He does it for himself. As long as I know him he always said that he wanted to live in peace and in his own little world. With art, photography and his cat. Everyone has dreams and some of us are never able to fulfill them but if it is so easy for him now to stop acting, he should. Norman is smart and knows exactly what he wants. I will support him with whatever decision he makes. As long as he is happy, I am too. But I would never want him to do those things for me. And he would never do it."
Norman clapped his hands and said: "I love you."
This made me smile and I said: "I love you too. Talk to you later." He nodded and I heard the guys voice again and gave him all information he needed. And he said goodbye.
I watched the rest of the interview and smiled because Norman was smiling too. He looked happy. And when I looked at my chat I was laughing because of course Natalie had it all figured out and was yelling about my secret and that she was happy and jealous. And when I looked at my tumblr it was exploding with the news and people trying to figure out who that mysterious girl is. And I smiled because for once I was someones rumor. I knew stuff no one else did and for once I was the special someone. I was Norman's special someone.
He called me 10 minutes later and I was smiling like a kid on Christmas.
"Hi Baby", he said.
"Hi Idiot."
"I am so so so so so sorry. Girl I tried everything to contact you. And when you never answered my mails I stopped."
"Mails?"
"yeah I wrote to your official address. The one from your artist website."
"What? Can't be! My manager checks that every day."
"well maybe she thought I am a fan?"
"I will check that later because if she deleted those messages I will kill her for all the pain she put me through. God I really thought you were a stupid player and liar. I thought you just had your fun for a week and then left."
"And I thought the same."
"You really move here?"
"Yes. We just need to find a house for us."
"Well...I kind of bought one a month ago. I am moving in there in two weeks."
"Oh. So..is there going to be room for me?"
"Hmm..maybe..I can try to make some space for you."
"As long as I can sleep in your bed I am willing to take everything. So you tell me about that house?"
"It is near a forest."
"Does it have an office?"
"Better. It has an atelier."
There was silence and I heard him opening a door. "I will drive home now. I will call you again. And Baby?"
"Yeah?"
"I can't wait to be with you and kiss you and spend the rest of my life with you. But I can't be there in two weeks because I am still filming."
"Don't worry Norm' I will manage that stuff alone and I am looking forward to run my fingers through that short hair. And see you as Murphy. You know I love the Saints."
"And I love you. So much."
"I love you too."
Two month later Norman moved to Germany. Into my house. We had talked every night and we had skyped and shared pictures. But now I was standing at the airport and was excited to see him again. When the door opened and he came out, wearing a black shirt, jeans, his raybans and was smiling, I started moving forwards, closing the space between us as fast as possible and he throw his arms around my waist and kissed me without hesitation. "Finally", I whispered and grabbed his short hair.
"Wait until we are home. I will let you grab every hair on my body."
I smiled and dragged him to the car because I wanted to grab other things than his hair.
And that's the story how one piece of art changed my life. How one man changed my life.
A dream that became reality.