I went with Bruno and his band to the airport. We didn’t care who saw us together. We were too busy trying to hold onto every last moment we had together. My love for him formed so quickly and I knew it wasn’t going to be ending any time soon. With my arm wrapped around his, we sat together at the boarding gate. His tour was to last one month in Australia. He’d stop over in New Jersey and do a show there on the way back, where I’d probably meet him
“When you leave the airport, I’m gonna get one of my security guys to take you home, okay? I can already see paparazzi getting pictures of you. I don’t want them following you home.” Said Bruno. His thoughtfulness made me realize even more how much I’d be missing him. And he was right; the paparazzi were taking pictures of us. I felt weird being watched at so much.
“I’m only a phone call away. Don’t forget that.” I rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. Phil walked up and took a seat opposite us. He looked a bit down himself. I sat myself up.
“Whats wrong, Phil?” I didn’t want to sound intruding but I wanted to make sure he was okay.
“Just had to say bye to my fiancée. It’s hard, but she understands. And she’s always here.” He put his hand to his chest.
“You know Phil, I don’t know what it is about you but you only have to say one thing to make me feel better.”
“What did you say to her last time?” Bruno asked intriguingly.
“I hinted to her that you had fallen in luuurrveeee!” he laughed. We all smiled for a moment. Bruno’s brother, Eric, came up to us. “We gotta board now guys.”
My smile quickly formed into a frown. I said goodbye to Eric.
Phil gave me a quick hug. “See you when we get back.”
I watched him walk off. I was too scared to look at Bruno. It would be the last time I’d look at him face-to-face for a month. He hugged me tight. I felt him kiss my forehead. “I’ll call you as soon as I land.” Even his voice wouldn’t sound the same on the phone. It all made me feel sad. He lifted my chin with his finger and kissed me. He slowly let go of my hand as he walked off.
I should’ve known when Entertainment Weekly called me in the next day, it was about Bruno. Bruno’s security team got me home safe and there were no paparazzi luckily. But that wasn’t enough to get rid of them at the airport. I stepped out of the elevator on the fifth floor of the EW building, and had a dozen or so heads turn to look at me. Thanks for the welcome, guys.
I walked into Steve’s office. He looked up from his work, and a look of glee came over him. “Aria, how nice to see you, take a seat.”
I gave him a friendly smile. I could already picture different situations in my head of what he was about to say to me.
He placed a large, glossy picture on the desk in front of me. It was of me and Bruno at the airport. He was kissing me on the forehead. I bit my lip. It was like he was trying to rub it in my face.
“So how long have you known Bruno? Been going out with Bruno?” he asked. He was flicking his pen against the table. The annoying patter sound of it was irritating me. I didn’t want to give out too much information about myself and Bruno. I had to word what I was going to say carefully.
“We met one day. There’s not much to say.” He obviously wasn’t happy with the response.
“I get it Aria… So what happened after that interview you did with him? I noticed your article was very… happy.”
“I interviewed him just like anyone would. It was a happy article because the show was great.” I could’ve said some thing a whole lot meaner to him. But he was my boss. This made me feel even more annoyed.
“Okay okay. Look, You know lots about him obviously. Why don’t you write an article on him? Getting some dirt on him to share, yes?” It sounded more like a statement than a question.
“Let me think about that. No.” My voice was stern.
“Come on Aria, You’ve been a loyal journalist for two years. We could do with some goss on one of Hollywood’s newest big-time celebs.”
“I’m not giving out information on him that doesn’t need to be released.”
“We could increase your pay cheque. A lot.” He smiled. Some more money would’ve been good, but I would never do that to Bruno. It was silly.
“Forget about it,” I said, as I grabbed my things. “I’m leaving.”
THREE WEEKS LATER
“There’s only so many songs that I can sing to pass the time...” Bruno sang to me. He strummed at his guitar lightly. I missed being held by him. Talking over the computer wasn’t the same. He sang Long Distance to me. I sang along quietly.
“You look beautiful,” he said. I had just thrown my hair into a ponytail and was wearing my doo-wops and hooligans sweat shirt that Bruno had given me one night when I was cold. I looked like a mess if anything.
But Bruno made me feel special. “Thankyou” I responded quietly.
“Bruno, you should go to bed. It’s early in the morning.” I said.
“But it’s a good time for you to talk to me. I don’t want to stuff up your sleeping pattern,” he said.
“I miss you so much.” My voice had a hint of despair in it. He looked at me for a minute. His face froze for a minute, which made me giggle because he was in the middle of talking, so he looked funny.
“Ha-ha, very funny” he said. “Aria, I might be a day or two late back.”
“Why?” I asked. I didn’t want to sound too desperate.
“Dee moved around some of the flights for some reason. We fly back late Saturday night instead of Friday morning.”
Derek was Bruno’s tour manager.
“It’s okay, I understand.” Really all I wanted was for him to be closer to me.
Lilah came over Friday afternoon. She found me sitting on my couch crying.
“What’s wrong Aria?” she asked. She came over and sat with me. I didn’t have the words to respond to her. I simply handed her my laptop.
“Bruno Mars spotted at Sydney International Airport with old love interest Rita Ora. The two were seen in a jewelry store together before taking the same plane back to the US. Was he buying her a nice gift? Possibly rekindling an old flame?”
She stared blankly at the screen. She obviously didn’t know what to say to me. I felt my bottom lip start to quiver again. I felt the tears start to gush from my eyes. I felt like there was someone pressing down on my chest and they refused to let go. The pain was unbearable.
“He… he told me he loved me! He made me believe he loved me! And really I was just some stupid toy to him, why the fuck did I think I had a chance with him? God, I’m such an idiot!”
“Aria, calm down. Take. A. Breath” Lilah’s words were spoken slowly as she gripped my shoulders. I had a million thoughts and they were all over the place. I couldn’t help but cry in Lilah’s arms. She hugged me. “It’s okay, I’m here” she spoke softly. I felt limp when she hugged me. How could he do this to me?
She listened to me cry, and let out everything I had to say. She kept trying to make me feel better all night, but words couldn’t help me.
“Aria, you know what the tabloids are like. They twist things. You don’t know the full story.”
“But I know he loved her, Lilah.” I began. “She probably came to tell him she still loved him. Or he invited her down to spend an evening together. He extended his trip, what am I meant to believe? And he chose the other side of the world where he thought it wouldn’t be able to get back to me…”
“It’s okay Aria. I’ll break his neck the first chance I get.” This made me immediately smile. But that smile soon turned back into a frown.
“Write him a letter, but don’t send it. It helps me vent when I do that.” She said. The overflow of anger and sadness I felt was awful.
“I have a better idea.” I said. “Pass me my laptop, I have an article to write”.