Happy 4 U: Chapter 1

Ever since a year ago, I've never had a day of piece and quiet. When I walked on the streets, it was always paparazzi everywhere. People have always told me that fame came with a price of losing your freedom. I'd never expected it to be this bad. While I made my way down town, just to pick up my daily dose of coffee, my cellphone rang. It was my manager.
"Hello?" I groaned. Cafe de Latto was right down the street.
"Lindy, today's the big day!" Ian seemed pleased. If this whole "gig" works out, he would be getting his raise.
"Yeah, I know Ian," I sighed, "Just let me get my rest for the time being, I'm overwhelmed."
"Lindy, from now on, you should call me..." Ian cleared his throat, "Mr. Cornwell"
Ian had always had a thing with using his "famous last name". He came from a wealthy British family when he was young to attended Stanford University at the age of 16. Now, he was 21 years old, with a great future ahead of him. Currently, his goal was trying to make enough money to pay for a master's degree in business at Harvard. He wanted to pay for himself.
"You're only four years older than me Ian. I will not and shall not call you 'Mr. Cornwell'" I reasoned.
"Oh please, dear, four years is a long time." Ian laughed. "How about this, I'll going to join you in your coffee break? Lets just talk for a bit."
I couldn't help but smile, Ian had a sort of charm in him when he wanted people to do something. He was just so alluring, and yet hypnotizing. "Fine." I muttered, trying my absolute best to hide any excited emotion from him.
Cafe de Latto was one of my favorites in New York City. There was something about it that made you feel elegant about yourself. They had giving us a huge private room with a beautiful view.
"So, this is rare, what do you want to talk to me about?" I asked. I couldn't help but notice how stunning Ian looked today. He was soft, yet mature. Incredibly handsome. I couldn't look away.
Ian grinned and looked away in the distance.
"Just talk." He said elegantly in his innocent British accent.
Something about him made me feel suspicious. But I brushed it off thinking it was no big deal. Ian just looked so amazing today, as he did any day, like a prince. An extremely impressive sight to see. Sometimes, I even found it very hard not to get lost in his eyes when he spoke to me. His hair, his eyes, his lips, everything about him made me mesmerized. Ian was so classy, I just wanted to-
"Lindie." Ian seemed a bit worried, "Are you okay?"
I just realized that I had been day-dreaming.
"Yeah. Yeah. Sorry, I didn't get enough sleep yesterday. I just- uh.. Need to get some coffee in me." I managed to pull an awkward smile. Ian was staring at me now, he seemed a bit confused at first but let it go. If I hadn't held still, I probably would have melted.
"Right, so anyway, I do have to speak with you about something. Mr. Hanks just reached me earlier. He says that Dior's sales have been dramatically going down. They won't be able to pay you directly for this season's shoot."
"I don't care, they can take their time. My main job is acting. I can survive without the pay for a while."
"And also... There's something else I have to tell you." Ian put his coffee down and looked sadn'y into my eyes, "I'm leaving."
"What?"
"I'm not going to be your manager anymore." Ian looked down. I felt my heart sank. I felt it crush itself in pain. My face turned pale. I couldn't speak.
Ian continued, "I've made enough money here to afford Harvard by a landslide. And I've already gotten my acceptance letter from them. I'm afraid after this gig, is going to be our last."
I couldn't say anything. It had felt as though my whole world had finally reached it's end. Ian was everything to me. Everything...... The reason I'd worked so hard to be famous: for him to gain enough money. For him to be happy. It finally reached it's end.
"Lindie, I'm so sorry. I'll miss you terribly. You've helped me so much. Thank you. But now I don't need anymore money. I'm going to get my master's degree and go probably even further." Ian was getting extremely excited. The way he said 'I'll miss you terribly', it broke my heart.
"Ian." I practically croaked. It was embarrassing but I doubt Ian cared. I suddenly realized that I was just a small part of Ian's world. I was just a 'tool' for getting money. I was just being used. "Will I ever see you again?"
"Oh..." Ian seemed uncomfortable, "Oh, of course! You'll see me. I'll just be terribly busy. Yes, very busy with school work.. and perhaps my own company. You'll do fine without me, with your fame, anyone would be dying for my job. I'm going to try to find a nice girl at Harvard, haha, wish me luck."
"Huh?" I choked.
"You know, I simply adore smart girls. Girls who also have a bright future ahead of them, someone to raise a family with and such." Ian grinned, "What about you? You've been single for as long has I've known you! God, so many guys like you. You should just give them a chance!"
"Yeah, I guess I just haven't gotten the right guy yet I guess." I smiled weakly, I couldn't bear to look at him. "Hey, Ian?"
"Yes?" Ian smiled.
"What.." I took a deep breath, "What am I... to you?"
"Oh you're my lucky charm. You're the one who made all my dreams come true. I wouldn't have been able to do anything with out you-"
"Ian, I love you." I practically cried. What made it worse was when Ian laughed.
"Lindie.... This thing that's been going on between you and I... it will never really happen. It was just a fling. I'm just not interested in girls like you." Ian said almost harshly.
That was what made my break out into tears. "And... what kind of 'girl' am I considered to you?"
Ian paused, trying for it not to sound to blunt, "Lindie, you're like a beautiful flower that everyone wants at first. But after a while, flowers.. they die very quickly and no one wants it anymore. No one goes and picks up a dead flower from the ground and cherishes it. As for the girl I'm looking for, she has to be elegant and intelligent, you see, I want myself a tree. Someone who'll provide shade for me during my disconfor-"
I hissed, "I wasted a whole year of my 'youth' loving you because you told me you loved me!... You told me, that we would be together forever."
"I'm sorry, but I'm going to be BIG. Now, I have to find someone who's more... profound." Ian glared at me, "Besides.... That was a year and a HALF ago that I've said that. Back when I was still desperate. After that I've been giving you signals that I wasn't interested. You HAD it coming."
I closed my eyes with discomfort, "I'm sorry, but did you just call me unintelligent?!?"
"Lindie please." Ian finally snapped back into his senses, his tone soften and he became extremely guilty. "I'm. So. Sorry."
"Ian, how can you?!? How can you to judge that I'm stupid based on my profession?" I cried.
"I got carried away. I'm sorry, I just... the thought of me being with you.. it just... URGH..." Ian grimaced.
"Do you really find me unintelligent?" I repeated.
"Well-.. it's not that I find you not smart in your own way..."
I laughed, "You think that I won't be able to do as well in school as you right?"
"Well, I did graduate from Stanford University..."
"Yeah? Well, we'll see about that."