Hey, peeps! This is the first songfic that I have written in quite sometime. I have a love of classic rock and Heart, is one of my favorite groups. The Heart song I am using is, Alone. I also have a few other songs from them that I will eventually use for songfics, but I have to finish The Call, first. The Call hasn't been updated yet because I am making sure that the info I am using for the story is correct. Before I forget, this is going to be a double songfic. By that, I mean that there are two songs that I am using (the first song is listed above). The song that I am using as inspiration in the last half of this story is 'Hanging In' by the lovely Miss Tanya Tucker, who's music I am obsessed with. Possibly more than Reba McEntire's music, which really says something. Anyway...

Summary: After being left alone, Miranda is wondering where Andrea is. Is she safe? Will they reconcile and have a chance at love? Read to find out!

Disclaimer: It's a shame that I don't own a damn thing. If I did, there would be a second film and our favorite ladies would be in a relationship. Rights to the film, the songs, and all other things, go to their respective owners. I make no money from this fanfic, I just write for fun.

Enjoy, my lovies!

Panic.

That's what I felt when I realised Andrea wasn't behind me. Since I couldn't chase after her, my only option was to keep on walking into the venue as if nothing had happened. When in fact, a few things have happened. Andrea had left me, I was panicking, heartbroken and confused.

The first time I had called her, my call was declined. It frustrated me that she wasn't answering her phone. When I went to call her again, they had announced that there would only be a few minutes until the fashion show started. Instead of taking the few minutes to call her again, I settled for a text.

Where are you, Andrea? Are you okay? Please text or call me back.

The next hour and a half went by excruciatingly slow. It was a show from my friend, Valentino and normally, I always look forward to and enjoy his shows. However, I simply couldn't concentrate on it, nor could I enjoy the show. My mind was too busy trying to figure out where Andrea was, why she left, and why did I feel so emotionally invested in someone two and a half decades younger than I. My heart? It was too busy hurting.

As soon as the show had ended, I made a beeline for the exit and fled back to the privacy of my suite.

It feels like hours since I've returned to my hotel room, when in reality, it's only been roughly a half hour. All see is the pitch dark that surrounds the room and all I can hear is the ticking of the grandfather clock in the sitting area. All I am doing is lying in my bed, wondering where Andrea is and why she hasn't answered her cellphone. Is she safe?

The night feels like it is going by very slow and I'll be alone all throughout it. While it may be wishful thinking, I do hope that the night won't end with me being alone. I crave affection, love, and kindness from my darling Andrea. That's all I want from her at the moment; it's something I don't think I will ever get. Or, will I? I don't know.

Over the years, I have always gotten along on my own, no help or guidance from anyone. I've never really cared for something like that from a partner. That was until Andrea started working for Runway. She was always more to me than a mere assistant. Over the past nine months, I have slowly developed many feelings for the girl. Each and every one of them chilled me to the bone, as they were all unexpected and very strong. They were the kind of feelings you have for the love of your life, and I have never had that. Until now.

The only questions are, how do I get Andrea alone? How do I get her alone so I can confess everything to her? Is it even possible? Oh, how I hope it's possible.

My feelings will remain a secret to everyone- only if I never get to tell Andrea that she is the love of my life.

Until then, I'll remain alone and will be left wondering where she is. Is she safe?

It's been a few days since fashion week ended and I have yet to leave Paris. For some reason, unknown to me, I decided to take a few days to myself. It is such a rarity to take time for myself without the twins. I find it is something I need right now. After a while of wallowing in pool of my own pity, I decided to take action. I had to enlist the assistance of my best friends, Donatella and Nigel. So, I made a group call for the three of us.

Tella: Si, amore?

Nigel: How can we help you?

Me: I... I mi-miss her.

Tella: Who?

Nigel: You miss Andrea, don't you?

Tella: Ah, the one who looks at you like you are the sun in her grey skies?

Nigel: You noticed it too, Tella?

Tella: Si.

Me: Noticed what? That me, La Priestly, the Devil In Prada, is in love with her ex-assistant who is practically a child? The girl who left me when I needed her most? Th-

Nigel: Before you get into more of a snit than you already are, hang up. Me and Tella are at a party, we will be there as soon as we can.

After a night of drinks and deep conversation, Nigel, Donatella and I came up with a plan. The plan was for me to write a letter and for Nigel to hand deliver it to Andrea. After he left to find Andrea and give her the letter, I would fly to my estate in Wales. If the plan happens to go in my favor, Andrea will come to find me and we can form some sort of reconciliation. If she asks for how I came up with this plan? Well, I'll simply tell her the truth. We were listening to country music, a guilty pleasure of mine, and heard a song from the artist Tanya Tucker by the name of 'Hangin In'. It details how the person in the song is going through emotions of sadness and loneliness, she then writes a letter to send to her significant other that left her. How she will make it through the rampant emotions- though it will be difficult to do so. When we heard the song, inspiration struck; thus, why Andrea shall be receiving my letter soon. I am desperate for her to return to my side. And while I have little hope, I shall still try to live on the small sliver of it.

The contents of the letter were filled with emotions and read:

My Dearest Andrea,

You showed me a rather harsh goodbye on Friday, right before the Valentino show. And when you left, you gave me an indelible mark of sadness and hurt to my soul. I figured that you had just had a rather bad day or were upset with me over what I did to Nigel and what I said to you in the back of the Mercedes.

I thought that maybe I would have seen you the next day, Saturday, for all of the post-Fashion Week activities. However, I didn't see you and haven't seen you since your departure. In the time that I've not seen you, I have been hidden away in my hotel suite and drowning myself in emotions. I have been hiding in my hotel room because I have had a lack of motivation to go back to work just yet. Which me not working is a real rarity- that you should know.

I feel as if my hopes and wildest dreams of loving you and being loved by you are being torn into shreds. While I am not trying to be dramatic, it feels as if I'm just utterly lost and barely hanging in and hanging on without your presence. I pride myself on being a strong individual, but I am running out of reasons to be strong, with the exception of my precious twins.

I will end this letter here, as the rest of what I want to say, needs to be heard in person.

With Hope and Love,

Miranda xx

P.S. Shall you wish to find me and possibly come to some sort of reconciliation of whatever has happened between us, go to the airport. Donatella's jet is on standby and will bring you to where I am staying.

Oooh, what happens next!?

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