|>Solitude is bliss<|

---------------------------"Be different,It's attractive."-Cameron Dallas---------------------------*3 weeks later*

You seriously did not realise how much work it was to plan a wedding, you'd already booked your venue, date and time, but you still hadn't given out the invitations, chosen the dress or called all your relatives to let them know. I guess this really shows how bad you are at planning things.. Thomas is next to you, now that the death cure is over, you've been spending probably TOO much time with Thomas, Dylan Ki and Will. Oh well. Thomas is lying next to you. Scrolling through someone's messages, apparently trying to retrieve some sort of important notice. Your both in bed, you quickly check the time,

-11:09pm

Oh. That's just great. You've got a photo shoot tomorrow, plus three interviews and a meeting. Yay life.

"Thomas" you turn to your fiancé,

"Lara" he looks over at you.

You giggle a little bit, all together you have been dating tommy for about a year now. But it feels like a lifetime,

"I love you, and we should go to sleep" you retrieve the covers from the end of your bed. Pull them over you and face Thomas, who was previously under the covers himself. He locks his phone, places it on the bedside table and leans closer to you,

"I love you more Lara. And yes, we should probably get some sleep" he smirks and kisses you. Long and hard, spiders attack your legs and your eyes go blurry. Your senses tingle and the room suddenly feels so warm, but cool at the same time. Everything was perfect. You were marrying your perfect match and everyone was happy. Life is really exciting.

Thomas grabs your neck and pulls you onto him. You now laying flat on him, your rising heavily. You feel like you've just been attacked by a hundred morphine syringes. This feeling is unbeatable. After a few minutes of kissing and caressing you finally take your top of, so does Thomas. There's no need to explain the rest, I'm sure you've all heard about the birds and the bees.

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*next morning*

"I'm so freaking sore" you moan as you get up,

"I don't think I can get up love" Thomas sighs from the bed, you've managed to get yourself up from the bed and into the bathroom. You stare at your reflection. Ew. You look like you've just walked a thousand miles with and been hit by a bus twelve times. Hopefully Thomas looks equally as bad. That way you won't feel so bad.You walk back into the bedroom and sit on the side of the bed, pulling the covers off Thomas.

"Noo! Stahhp!" He's whinging. Finally you manage to get them off of him. He's got a huge bruise on his chest,

"What happened" you ask pointing to it, he looks up and down his body.

"Stop checking me out you pervert" he giggles and puts his head back down,

"No seriously? What's that on your chest?"

He looks down again,

"Oh. It's a hickey why?" He lies back down,

"What? From who?!" You stare at him accusingly

"You? Silly." He giggles to himself,

"What? No it isn't?" You lie next to him,

"Yeah, from last night?" He looks over at you.

"It doesn't look like a hickey?" You sigh

Thomas runs his fingers down your neck,

"There's a trail of them down your neck" he chortles

"What?" You get up and run to the bathroom. You look into the mirror and sure enough there's a trail of small hickeys on the side of your neck. Oh Thomas... OH SHIT! You've got a photoshoot?!!

Seriously? How are you going to cover those up? This is hella embarrassing. You unlock your phone. A photo of Thomas and yourself comes up on. Thomas has his arms around you, kissing your cheek. You've never smiled so wide in your entire life. That was the night he proposed to you. The happiest day of your life.

The time is -7:47am, your photo shoot is at 8:30am... You should probably get going!

"Thomas" you yell from the the bathroom

"Yes love" he yells back, you hear him shuffle out of bed and walk over towards the bathroom. He appears in the mirror behind you. Boxer shorts on, nothing else..

"I should get going babe" you smirk and look at your feet. He still makes you nervous.

He ignores your statement and walks over to you, wraps his arms around you and presses his head to your neck. You feel a warmth radiate up through your body. You smile and push your head into his. You quickly glance at your ring, it's stunning. Your life is so beautiful right now. It's true what they say. Solitude is blissful.

+++++*3 hours later*

"Shoulders more upright" Bryant, the photographer yells.

Someone comes over and brushes powder over your face.. You don't really like makeup. Never saw the reason to wear it.

"Alright! Hah all done, how was that?" Bryant comes over to you, camera in hand.

"It was- an enjoyable experience!" You smile politely.

"So I heard you have an interview now? Can I have the pleasure of escorting you?" He smiles, he's so friendly.

"The pleasure is all mine" you say walking out of the studio, Bryant places his camera on the bench and follows you out,

"What about all your equipment?" You ask

"I have another photo shoot later today, no point in cleaning up" he smiles and opens the door up for you. He escorts you to his car, you hop in and he starts the engine. It's nice, leather seats. Simple interior, your pretty sure it's a jeep?

"So I heard your an actress. Ever considered modelling?" He drives the car out of the parkway and onto the street.

"Aha no, but I have lots of friends that are models"

"That's too bad, you have a natural talent for the camera" he smiles

That's why I'm an actress? You think to yourself.

"Thank you. And how long have you been doing photography?"

"A few years. I love it, it's very entertaining"

"Well your very good at it, have you worked with many celebrities?" You smile at him,

"Ah- I'm good friends with Cameron Dallas, so I work with him a lot, Nash Grier? Kim Kardashian?" He smirks at you

"Woah" is all you manage,

"And what about yourself? The media is certainly blowing up at the moment, Lara this Lara that" he makes a right turn,

"Oh I just accepted a heap of jobs. Plus I've recently gotten engaged so"

"Ohh who?" Bryant talks to you like you've been friends for years,

"Thomas-"

"Sangster- Thomas Sangster, right?"

"Ha ha right"

"That's so lovely, I'm very happy for you- what studio was it again?" He looks at you, his got a very round face, not particularly handsome, but he makes up for it with his incredible photography skills and addictive personality.

"Oh ah- studio 58" you say "thank you" you quickly add.

"Easy" he turns into the parkway and stops the car.

"It was a pleasure to be able to drive you five minutes down the road Mrs. Streets"

"I appreciate it, we should do this another time" you smile and get out of the car, he waves at you and slowly drives off. He's so lovely, definitely have to become friends with that one. Anyway. Now you have two interviews to tackle.. Ugh.++++

"And how long have you been with Thomas?"

You shuffle in your seat,

"Ah, nearly two years" you smile,

"And do you think your ready to get married?"

"Yes, I think we are both more than ready"

The cameras come closer than comfortable to your face. Ugh. Piss off. It's easier with films, they keep there distance, but in interviews, it's like they want to a close up of your facial expressions and everything.

"Can you elaborate?" She gives you a dirty smile.

Well yes bitch, I can.

"Thomas and myself are exactly the same, yet so different. I really think that's what makes a strong relationship. I've only known him, personally, for about three years. But I feel like I've known him since I was fourteen"

... Hehe.

"Oh, isn't that sweet" she turns to the camera, your blonde hair puffy and her split ends spiking up like splinters in wood. She's not very pretty, just looks like a fifty year old version of Paris Hilton.

"Now we went to twitter, and asked all your fans to tweet out the hashtag 'AskLara' and ask questions that they might want answered in this interview. Do you mind if I read out some of those?" She turns back to you.

"It would be a pleasure" you smile

"Nice" she stares at you for a while before asking the question

"This question is from @Larz21, and they ask 'when did you do your first big movie?'" She turns back to you, from her phone.

"Ah, the maze runner was my first blockbuster"

She smiles and looks back at her phone.

"This is from @princess212, and she asks 'how was it working with THE Dylan O'brien'"

That reminds you. Dylan? It's been weeks since you've seen him!

Mental note: See Dylan.

"Well, I've known Dylan since I was seven. So I was pretty used to his company by then" you say

"This is from @larastrets and the question is, 'are you ever going to tour in Australia?'" The lady pauses and turns to you,

"Don't you live there?" She smiles,

"Well no, I am in fact Australian, if you guys didn't know that? But yes, I'm coming back soon hopefully." You quickly take a sip from the 'complementary' water.

"Well that's all we have time for, thank you for tuning in to Celebrity Spice, where you'll find the latest on celeb gossip. Have a good night" she smiles at the camera, and the cameraman yells "CUT"

Ugh finally, that was horrible. SHE was horrible. Now onto the next one.. Yay life.

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Well. The second interview was way way better, it was short and the presenter was so chill. Ugh. Your sitting next to Thomas in your LA apartment. Overlooking everything. The city, the beach. Your both watching some documentary about sperm donors or some crap. What can you say? You were bored.

There's something on your mind though. It's probably nothing but, you like to be sure. You turn to Thomas and let out the few words that have been nagging at you for the past week.

"Babe, I haven't gotten my period in the last week" you turn to him, at first he's too engrossed in the tv until he realises the depth of what you just said, and he turns to you.

"What does that mean?" He looks up at you, your sitting up on the bed. He's lying down.

"I have no idea. But I-" you stop

"You..?"

"I got a tester, just in case" you pout

"Do you really think?" He sits up now,

"Well, only one way to find out right?" You get out from under the cover and walk over to your bag. Grab the tester from your bag and wave it in the air, so Thomas sees.

"I needed to pee anyway" you say walking into the bathroom. A few minutes later, you walk out of the bathroom, eyes closed. Your a little to scared to look a it. You walk over to the mirror and open your eyes, look down and-

"Thomas" you yell

"Yes babe" he yells from the bedroom

"What does the plus mean?" You half whisper.++++++Author: Yas. It's meh. Well. What a turn of events. I went from having 2 comments, to 26 comments. Mostly thanks to, -_-GladerGirl-_-

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