When she got to France, she took the bus to Paris, from there, she walked to the set.
Her heart pounded as she sneaked around the set. It reminded her of the first time she had met him.
When the filming started up again, she looked around and took off silently towards his trailer. She knew exactly what she was going to do in her head. When he came in the trailer, she would beg for his forgiveness and if it wouldn't forgive her, she'd beg harder. If he still wouldn't forgive her, she'd leave and come back another day to try the same thing. One way or another, she had to get him back, even if she died trying.
Hiding behind the trailer, she peeked around the corner to make sure no one was looking her way. A props guy of some sort walked past the trailer and into another. Then she darted around to the front of the trailer and slipped inside.
Once inside, she sat on the couch and tried to stop her heart from beating so fast. It was late afternoon and she knew the shoot wouldn't go much longer. She walked over to a swiveling chair and sat down, twisting it away from the door.
Changing her mind, she went back to sit on the couch.
For 20 agonizing minutes she sat there with nothing else to do but twiddle her thumbs. But she didn't even do that. She just sat there.
Finally the director called it a day. Everyone let out a sigh of relief and walked away from the set. As Harrison walked towards his trailer, he undid his tie and took off that uncomfortable shirt they made him wear. He never understood how anyone could sit in on of those suits all day and type at a computer.
She heard footsteps outside the door. It took all the strength she had just to stand up, she was so nervous. Then the door opened. Harrison stared at her, his chest bare, shirt in his hand and her heart beat faster than she thought possible.
"J-Julia?" She lifted her eyes to his, begging him, pleading him, apologizing to him. But she didn't say a word. She felt her knees start to go weak, but didn't have to worry because Harrison had already taken her into his arms.
One lone tear slid down her cheek. He stepped back the littlest bit and looked at her, wiping her tear away with his finger. But he couldn't stand to be so far away from her so he wrapped his arms around her again. He didn't want to let go. He didn't ever want to let go. He loved her so much it hurt.
Julia didn't cry, she just kept repeating over and over,
"I'm sorry, Harrison, I'm sorry. I'm sorry." It wasn't working out as she had planned, it was working out better. It felt so good for her to be in his arms, against his bare chest was even better. He let go for a second but she threw herself against his chest again. He didn't want to kiss her and she didn't want to kiss him either, he just wanted to hold her in his arms again, feel her body close to his, and so did she.
"In a relationship, it is obvious that hugs are more important than kisses. Anyone can press their lips up against someone else's; anyone can shove their tongue in someone's mouth. But a perfect hug is an art. There is nothing more beautiful than being safe in an embrace and nothing more perfect than the combination of strength and gentleness. That's what a hug is. A balance of both." - 'In the Twilight Fading'
Sure it's sounds kind of cheesy, old fashioned even, but it's true. Old fashioned things normally are.
"Julia, I thought I'd never see you again," he said, finally, and kissed the top of her head. She stepped back a step and put her hands on his smooth cheeks and ran them lightly over his face and through his hair..
"I love you Harrison. I've always loved you, but I never wanted to admit it to myself." Another tear slid down her cheek and Harrison wiped it away.
"I know you did Julia. That's why I couldn't understand when you broke up with me, then you got engaged, and then you said you didn't love me or that other guy. I...I didn't know what you were thinking." She ran her hands down his neck and his well muscled chest. He rested his hands on hers and pulled her closer to him.
"I love you Julia, and I'll never, ever, ever let you go." And then he gave her a soft kiss. It was a very short kiss. It wasn't that they didn't want to kiss, just that it didn't seem necessary.
"Harrison?" she said. He looked right in her eyes and neither of their eyes moved from where each others'. "I'm sorry for being so selfish."
"I thought you said I was the one being selfish."
"No, I was."
"I was too, though," he said softly, almost a whisper.
"No, you weren't. You just wanted to spend more time with me. I can understand that, because I did too, but I was being selfish about it and you weren't. All I cared about was archeology and I never spent enough time with you. I should have."
"Don't say that. That was so long ago. Just forget about it. I have," he said, taking her in his arms and kissing her head. She was content with that. As long as he forgave her, she didn't care.
"You know what finally made me realize that I loved you?" she asked as he slowly rocked her in his arms.
"No what?" he asked, burying his head in her hair. He loved the smell of her hair. He didn't know if it was her shampoo or if it was just natural. Either way, he loved her hair.
"I finally decided to watch one of your movies, and I cried-I cried so hard. When it was over, I tried calling you, but you weren't there and I couldn't get up the nerve to leave a message.
"I took out one of the pictures we took together, one that I had kept in my drawer, and cried even more.
"The next morning, I got on the Internet. I spent hours trying to figure out if you were filming another movie, and the location. I finally found it and I took the first flight here.
"I couldn't live my life without you, Harrison. Life wouldn't be worth living if I had to."
"I love you too, Jules," he said, taking her face in his hands and sealing it with a kiss.
Epilogue
A few weeks later, Julia and Harrison got married. They have two children and are still together this very day. Just as in love as they were the first day they met; even more so.
They are old now, close to death, but they know even when death has parted them, they will still love each other. Always.
The End
Her heart pounded as she sneaked around the set. It reminded her of the first time she had met him.
When the filming started up again, she looked around and took off silently towards his trailer. She knew exactly what she was going to do in her head. When he came in the trailer, she would beg for his forgiveness and if it wouldn't forgive her, she'd beg harder. If he still wouldn't forgive her, she'd leave and come back another day to try the same thing. One way or another, she had to get him back, even if she died trying.
Hiding behind the trailer, she peeked around the corner to make sure no one was looking her way. A props guy of some sort walked past the trailer and into another. Then she darted around to the front of the trailer and slipped inside.
Once inside, she sat on the couch and tried to stop her heart from beating so fast. It was late afternoon and she knew the shoot wouldn't go much longer. She walked over to a swiveling chair and sat down, twisting it away from the door.
Changing her mind, she went back to sit on the couch.
For 20 agonizing minutes she sat there with nothing else to do but twiddle her thumbs. But she didn't even do that. She just sat there.
Finally the director called it a day. Everyone let out a sigh of relief and walked away from the set. As Harrison walked towards his trailer, he undid his tie and took off that uncomfortable shirt they made him wear. He never understood how anyone could sit in on of those suits all day and type at a computer.
She heard footsteps outside the door. It took all the strength she had just to stand up, she was so nervous. Then the door opened. Harrison stared at her, his chest bare, shirt in his hand and her heart beat faster than she thought possible.
"J-Julia?" She lifted her eyes to his, begging him, pleading him, apologizing to him. But she didn't say a word. She felt her knees start to go weak, but didn't have to worry because Harrison had already taken her into his arms.
One lone tear slid down her cheek. He stepped back the littlest bit and looked at her, wiping her tear away with his finger. But he couldn't stand to be so far away from her so he wrapped his arms around her again. He didn't want to let go. He didn't ever want to let go. He loved her so much it hurt.
Julia didn't cry, she just kept repeating over and over,
"I'm sorry, Harrison, I'm sorry. I'm sorry." It wasn't working out as she had planned, it was working out better. It felt so good for her to be in his arms, against his bare chest was even better. He let go for a second but she threw herself against his chest again. He didn't want to kiss her and she didn't want to kiss him either, he just wanted to hold her in his arms again, feel her body close to his, and so did she.
"In a relationship, it is obvious that hugs are more important than kisses. Anyone can press their lips up against someone else's; anyone can shove their tongue in someone's mouth. But a perfect hug is an art. There is nothing more beautiful than being safe in an embrace and nothing more perfect than the combination of strength and gentleness. That's what a hug is. A balance of both." - 'In the Twilight Fading'
Sure it's sounds kind of cheesy, old fashioned even, but it's true. Old fashioned things normally are.
"Julia, I thought I'd never see you again," he said, finally, and kissed the top of her head. She stepped back a step and put her hands on his smooth cheeks and ran them lightly over his face and through his hair..
"I love you Harrison. I've always loved you, but I never wanted to admit it to myself." Another tear slid down her cheek and Harrison wiped it away.
"I know you did Julia. That's why I couldn't understand when you broke up with me, then you got engaged, and then you said you didn't love me or that other guy. I...I didn't know what you were thinking." She ran her hands down his neck and his well muscled chest. He rested his hands on hers and pulled her closer to him.
"I love you Julia, and I'll never, ever, ever let you go." And then he gave her a soft kiss. It was a very short kiss. It wasn't that they didn't want to kiss, just that it didn't seem necessary.
"Harrison?" she said. He looked right in her eyes and neither of their eyes moved from where each others'. "I'm sorry for being so selfish."
"I thought you said I was the one being selfish."
"No, I was."
"I was too, though," he said softly, almost a whisper.
"No, you weren't. You just wanted to spend more time with me. I can understand that, because I did too, but I was being selfish about it and you weren't. All I cared about was archeology and I never spent enough time with you. I should have."
"Don't say that. That was so long ago. Just forget about it. I have," he said, taking her in his arms and kissing her head. She was content with that. As long as he forgave her, she didn't care.
"You know what finally made me realize that I loved you?" she asked as he slowly rocked her in his arms.
"No what?" he asked, burying his head in her hair. He loved the smell of her hair. He didn't know if it was her shampoo or if it was just natural. Either way, he loved her hair.
"I finally decided to watch one of your movies, and I cried-I cried so hard. When it was over, I tried calling you, but you weren't there and I couldn't get up the nerve to leave a message.
"I took out one of the pictures we took together, one that I had kept in my drawer, and cried even more.
"The next morning, I got on the Internet. I spent hours trying to figure out if you were filming another movie, and the location. I finally found it and I took the first flight here.
"I couldn't live my life without you, Harrison. Life wouldn't be worth living if I had to."
"I love you too, Jules," he said, taking her face in his hands and sealing it with a kiss.
Epilogue
A few weeks later, Julia and Harrison got married. They have two children and are still together this very day. Just as in love as they were the first day they met; even more so.
They are old now, close to death, but they know even when death has parted them, they will still love each other. Always.
The End