A Princess And A Guy Like Me.

*Carrie POV*
Destroyed.
My whole world is destroyed by that man.
I can't believe that's happening to me.
My life starts being perfect and...things like this happens...
Now the world knows about our story, and thinks even that I am an horrible person.
Except the fact that we had a secret relationship, nothing else's true on that article.
I've never complaint about the movie and I've never forced him to distract me.
And Harrison...Oh I can't believe I've put even him in this story...
I wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't want to be with me again.
I was falling in love...I admit it...but I don't know if he was too...
And now if he wasn't, I lost every hope.
I hear someone knocking at my door.
I don't answer.
I don't want to see anybody.
Not in this condition.
They knock again.
I hear my name.
It's Harrison.
No.
I have to stop let him fix everything in my life.
I made the mess, and I'm going to solve it.
Alone.
I don't need him.
I know that if I let him in, he will tell me that everything will be fixed and that he's got a plan.
But I don't want him to have a plan.
I don't want him to risk his career for me.
"Carrie open this damn door, or I'll open it by myself!"
I get up and I go open.
He really scares me sometimes.
I see him.
In his eyes there is anger.
For a moment I think that he's angry at me.
I take a step back.
He gets in the room closing the door.
We look at each other for a few seconds and then he huggs me.
I startly wince and now I'm trembling in his arms.
I let myself go.
I let my pain go away in tears as his embrace begins stronger.
His body protecting mine is the most satisfying and reassuring thing my heart has ever tried.
"I'll kill that bastard..." he wisper in my ears.
A part of me wants to laugh.
The other just want to screem.
I hold him tighter before going away from his arms.
"I don't want you to take charge of my problems...I've already taken you too much into this story..." I say shaking my head.
"What are you talking about? I am in this story since ever! I've always been part of it!" he says.
No...no...you weren't the guy who fucked me, to just full his personal life...or the same guy who's lying to an entire world to just get his revenge...
"Please...It's...my business. I have to deal with it personally." I say.
Tomorrow I have an interview alone at a local TV.
I'll clear everything.
Even in two languages if it's necessary!
"Okay..." he says "...do what you think it's better...But please...if it doesn't work...just let me help you, so than I can kick that dickhead of your ex boyfriend..."
I laugh:
"Dickhead?"
He nods.
I smile passing my left hand on his neck.
"Thank you Harrison..." I say.
He smiles back taking my hair behind my shoulders.
"I...really want to make love with you right now..." he wisper "...but I know that it would be inappropriate...so...I'll just go back in my room thinking about how perfect was your body in my hands..."
He kisses my nose before going out of the room.
I'm still smiling.
He makes me smile.
-
I wake up.
It's 11 o'clock.
Damn.
I'm late for the interview.
I get dressed.
I wear a little red dress with short sleeve.
I put my high heels on and my coat.
I let my hair fall on my shoulders.
No matter what has happened, I'm still the old Carrie, and people must see it.
As I get out of the room I see Jack, my bodyguard.
He smiles to me and we get down the stairs.
As I pass near Harrison's room I see him opening the door.
"Carrie, I can drive you to the interview..." he says.
I shake my head.
"It's better if no one sees us together from now...to the premiere..." I answer.
He looks at me visibly disappointed.
I know.
I'm sorry too.
But it's the best thing that we can do now.
We're not teenagers anymore, we're adults and we have our own responsibilities.
We have to sacrifice ourselves sometimes, to not suffer in the future.
I take his hand.
"Please, understand me..." I say.
He nods and he kisses my forehead.
I close my eyes trying to not let my tears fall down.
I'm an adult screaming like a little kid inside.
I'll miss this.
I know...
He gets farther and I follow Jack to the hall of the hotel.
I can already see the crowd out of the door.
"Ready Miss Fisher?" he asks.
I nod putting my sunglasses on.
"Ready."
-
"So Miss Fisher, we've talked a lot about Star Wars, but I think there is something that we all are curious to know...the love triangle between you, Harrison Ford and that guy of the article!" the interviewer says.
I fake a laugh.
She smiles at me.
"You find it funny?" she asks.
"Actually yes!" I answer "You know why? Because I know that you would have asked about that!"
"That's my job!"
"Yeah...and it's even funnier that people belive this.."
"So you're saying that what Mr. Johnson said, is fake."
"Yeah! I mean, I've been with him, I admit it, we were friends and...we become lovers...But there's one thing that Peter omitted; he was engaged, and he used me because he was tired of his personal life. I was happy, I know but...I've never forced him to distract me, as he said. I loved my life on set, and of course I didn't need him.
In fact, I told him I wanted to broke up and then he got crazy.
I have witnesses.
He said that it wasn't over, and that he would have had his revenge.
And he did, with that article. "
The woman looks at me quite shoked.
"Wow..." she says "...well I think that this change things quite a bit...but what about Mr Ford?"
I laugh again:
"We are great friends! Really, he helped me a lot with my acting, and with him and Mark too, I had the best fun. But nothing more, we're just friends who, I gotta say, argue the most of the time!"
I smile and she still looks at me.
I hope I've been convincing.
She smiles getting up.
I do too.
"It was a pleasure miss Fisher, I hope we'll see again at the Paris premier!" she says shaking my hand.
Then she turns to the camera:
"Well Paris, this was Carrie Fisher, from Star Wars, in theaters on 25th of May! Save the date!"
The lights go down and I take a deep breath.
I'm done.
I feel way more free now.
I have nothing to hide of my story with Peter and he has no proves of what's between me and Harrison.
I have the whip hand.
I just hope no other surprises will come out!