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Post by emma watson on Jul 30, 2011 17:45:38 GMT -5
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i wanna live a life from a new perspectiveEmma let out a content sigh as she relaxed into the wood of the bench, feeling like she could almost melt through it, her muscles were so relaxed. The sun was bright and shining down on her face, making her skin feel tingly and warm. There weren't many people at the park, she was surprised to notice, but figured most were probably somewhere down by the beaches. It's why she liked going to the park on such sunny days, not many people traveled to them for a day in the sun. It also gave her a chance to blend in with the few people, only a couple of whispers of "Isn't that the girl from Harry Potter?" heard through the light breeze playing through the park. The people left her alone, for the most part, though occasionally a little kid would run up to her and ask if she was Hermione. She loved her fans, really, but sometimes she couldn't quite handle all of the excitement and yelling that sometimes came with someone recognizing her. But with the little kids, it didn't matter. They didn't seem to know the difference between her and the character she played for the last ten years, so there's wasn't much of a scene to be caused.
The soft breeze seemed to play with the ends of her hair, the short strands ticking her neck. Reaching up, she tugged at a small lock lightly, almost assessing how long her hair was getting. The pixie cut had shocked everyone, but she loved it. It was a wonderful change, especially in a place like California that could get into the hotter temperatures England couldn't reach. The thought of the warm state brought her focus to why she was here now. It was really the only day off she'd gotten since starting filming Perks, and Emma had wanted to take full advantage of it. Which is how she found herself in the almost abandoned park now, book open in her lap and sunglasses perched on her head.
Her phone sat in her pocket, and the Brit resisted the urge to take it out and check the screen for a new message as the sun's glare reflected off of it. Her own message had been short and sweet, wondering if one of her favorite redheads happened to be in town, and would like to catch up for a bit, sending the address to where she was just in case. She hadn't felt her phone vibrate or ring since, and didn't want to see like a desperate person, checking it every few seconds for a reply. Instead she turned back to her book, trying to find a position that made the ray's glare on the white pages a bit less intense. If Rupert happened to get her message and could meet her, then he would when he would.
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Post by rupert grint on Jul 30, 2011 18:41:43 GMT -5
living is easy with eyes closed [/color]  - - - - misunderstanding all you see - - - - [/font][/color][/center] He had to keep himself busy. For if he didn’t the void became noticeable. Ten years went by faster then he could have imagined. Like most on the set of Harry Potter he never knew how hard this would hit him. Many thought that relief would wash over them. That being done with Harry Potter was just starting a new chapter. That it wouldn’t hit them as hard as it did. But then they were shocked and killed by the ending of it all. For it was their childhood and a family they were saying goodbye to. For eventually they all became one with their characters. It was like a graduation. Everyone was thrilled to be done with a chapter in their lives and to start a new life ahead of them.
But to Rupert he was starting to think losing Harry Potter was a lot bigger then losing High School. For in high school you weren’t close to everyone you graduated with. The Harry Potter family was much closer then a graduating class. They did have their ups and downs but really at the end of it all it became ok. For they couldn’t get away from each other. Nearly every day of their lives were spent together including the weekends. They all attended the same functions. They were stuck together not like a class but like one gigantic family. And the family was torn apart like a divorce. A small part in his heart was removed when Harry Potter was over. It was the first time he ever showed much emotion.
He feared losing so many friends. What if he never talked to Dan again? To Emma? To the twins? Oh, he loved them all so much. And it was hard to imagine his life without them. He knew everyone swore to meet again. A reunion and such. Random moments? But it wouldn’t be the same. It could be years before he meets them all again. And some may not even show up at reunions if they become too busy. He has seen it all happen before. Casts say they will see each other again but really it never happens. He didn’t want this to happen. But life was about to change. Change where everyone gets busy and they lose touch. He’d have to face it sometime. But he still held onto some hope that the Harry Potter family would be different. It already kind of was.
He hadn’t been doing anything at the particular moment he got a message from Emma. He was just lounging on his couch, being a bit of a bump on the log. He hadn’t even planned on doing anything. But boy did that text sure brighten his day. He was just thinking he may never see them again and then poof Emma wants to see him! And because he got so excited he completely forgot to text her back. And just threw on his sneakers and hit the road to meet her. Walking to the address she sent him, a smile arose to his face as he spotted her. And walked up behind her.
And then with an enthusiastic voice he spoke up “ Hi Emma!”
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Post by emma watson on Jul 30, 2011 19:08:03 GMT -5
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i wanna live a life from a new perspective The park seemed even more deserted over the last couple of minutes since she'd arrived, but in a way, it was still nice. It gave her a chance to enjoy herself without too much racket from the surrounding people, but it also left Emma alone with her thoughts. Lately that had been a dangerous thing, because it seemed that whenever she had too much time on her hands, her thoughts would drift back towards Harry Potter. Not the character, of course, but the whole fandom. Her cast mates, the crew, the fans...it was hard to believe that after ten years, it had all come to a close. She hated seeing the posters before the second part was released. Even though she was beyond proud of her work, and the whole thing, it killed her to see the words 'It all ends July 15th. in large lettering across the tops of the posters.
Everyone who was involved in the Harry Potter franchise had become her family over ten years, much like how Hogwarts was her home away from home of sorts. And just the fact that it seemed like yesterday when it all began, when she had first met Rupert and Dan on set seemed to make it harder. Where had the last ten years of her life gone? Sure, she'd done a couple other projects on the side of Harry Potter, but this was what had been the biggest constant in her life. She had started when she was eleven, and now at twenty one it was all coming to a close. I open at the close. Emma thought to herself, chuckling lightly as the words from the last film sprung to mind. The situation was vastly different, but she found herself recalling words or situations from the scrips and books and trying to make them fit into her life now.
The actress let out another sigh, though this one was less content than the first. On the last day of shooting, the whole cast had a couple moments together, each taking in the fact that it was their last day. They were graduating and moving on to new things. There had been a lot of hugging involved that day, and many tears on her part. It was hard to imagine not returning to England to film another Harry Potter movie, discussing Hermione with Jo and simply spending time with Rupe and Dan. Those two meant the world to her, and the most out of all the glorious cast members. She had been blessed with such a wonderful opportunity to work with those two amazing actors, but she couldn't picture not getting that chance again. There had been promises to meet up for a reunion, to keep in touch with everyone, but she knew how those promises went. Some might be able to keep them, but others would get wrapped up with something and not be able to make it to the reunion. Or they would all just be at different points in their life in another ten years, and simply be passed this whole chapter of their lives.
Pushing the thoughts aside when she realized she'd been biting the inside of her lip hard enough to leave a mark, Emma closed her book after marking her page. At this point, with all the thoughts coursing through her head, she knew there was no way that she'd be able to concentrate on the words sitting on the page. Not when all she'd see was the names Harry, Ron, Hermione, or even Fred and George before the words got blurry from the tears in her eyes. She took a deep breath and looked across the horizon. There was a large poster advertising the final movie that she could just barely make out in the distance, and the actress laughed quietly to herself. Like she'd told an interviewer once, as much as she tried, she'd never be able to fully let go of Hermione. The same was obviously true with Harry Potter, and she had a feeling that it would follow her all though out her life.
Not ever a few minutes later, footsteps broke through her musing, but it wasn't until a cheerful voice spoke up that she turned around. Standing behind her was Rupert, and Emma let out a sound of happiness before dropping her book next to her and rounding the bench quickly. "Rupert!" Her tone was excited enough to match his, and Emma threw her arms around his neck before pulling him into a hug. It hadn't been terribly long since she'd last seen him, but it still felt like it'd been years. Was this what it would always feel like when she saw him? "How are you?" she asked, loosing her grip before letting go and removing her arms from his completely.
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Post by rupert grint on Jul 30, 2011 19:49:59 GMT -5
living is easy with eyes closed [/color] - - - - misunderstanding all you see - - - - [/font][/color][/center] Seeing her face again brought back memories. The last time he had really been able to talk to her was in New York. But everything was so rushed. In New York the premiere was never as grand as it was in London. For in London the cast had always been a little bit more ‘respected.’ It was more meaningful. This was why they held their actual goodbyes in London. The tearful goodbyes. Where everyone ended up breaking eventually. Rupert had promised himself he’d hold it together. It just didn’t work out as well as planned. For the moment he saw Emma break down into tears he couldn’t contain himself. It really was the ending. Rupert wasn’t good at goodbyes. And it still pained him that he had to say goodbye to so many amazing people. So many people that he didn’t say proper goodbyes to. And he nearly regretted it. He was never good with words. But he had so much he wanted to say to the people on the set of Harry Potter. He just never got around to it. And he felt as if this was part of the void he was feeling. He regretted not saying everything he wanted to say. But if he had said everything he wanted, he felt, that would really be the real goodbye. He wanted to think of it as a ‘ see you later’ more then a ‘goodbye for good’ and with some he knew it really was the second. It pained him.
Memories flashed back to the actual last day of filming. ‘ last take ever, harry potter, deathly hallows part 2, lets get this right!’ And that was what they did. The jumped onto the mates and then it was over. And the tear works started. Emma of course lost it first, followed by Dan. Then Rupert. In which, Emma and Dan, and everyone on set had not expected. For Rupert finally cried in front of them all. Not little tears but broke down just like the rest of them. Which was something they’d never fully witnessed before. For Rupert was good at holding in his emotions. But it broke him. The end really did. And then after the last take the golden trio partook in the last golden trio hug ever on the Harry Potter set.
But Rupert was one that always needed to lighten the emotional days. And even for such a sad day, a good memory came out of it. It wasn’t just the ending, it was the start of a new journey for everyone. And Rupert ended up bringing his ice cream van to set that day. In which, him and Emma served everyone ice cream to celebrate the years of Harry Potter. Of course, they were not that great of servers, but it did lead for some laughs on set. And it was very tasty ice cream. So the sad end, ended with a bit of an ice cream toast.
Rupert was brought back to his reality when Emma stood to give him a hug. His muscular arms wrapped their selves tightly around her petite frame. He inhaled her scent and closed his eyes for a brief moment. He really had missed her. It hadn’t even been a full month but boy did it already seem like a lifetime. He remembered back when they were children and this hugging would have been so awkward. But now it felt more comfortable. It felt right. He didn’t want to let go. For he feared if he did she may vanish forever. But soon she pulled away and he gave her a soft smile. His hands awkwardly going into his pockets. A forceful habit of his. For when he didn’t know what to do with them that was where he often placed them.
“ Emma.” he repeated. His face had a warm smile upon it. “ I’ve been.” he paused. Should he be honest? Should he just settle for good? But as his eyes reached her beautiful brown eyes, he couldn’t help but to say what he was semi thinking. “ I’ve been alright. I really miss everyone, ya know?” he told her as he slightly shrugged his shoulders. “ And you? How have you been?” he returned, genuinely curious and concerned for her. She had been one of the cast members that took it more hard then some. He remembered she had been in denial back during the half-blood prince but then it hit her the most when it really was over.
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Post by emma watson on Jul 30, 2011 20:56:12 GMT -5
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i wanna live a life from a new perspective He looked pretty much exactly the same as the last time she'd seen him. Granted, it had been less than a month ago, in New York, but there was still something that looked a bit different. What, she couldn't quite place her finger on it, but there was something. Though, when she thought about it, he was probably feeling the same strain of the large gap that was now in their lives. It was hard to fill, she was learning from experience, and she had to wonder if it was the same for him. Was he dealing with it any better than she was? Probably, since she'd always been the most emotional one out of the group, closely followed by Dan, but Rupe...he never really showed too much more emotion than necessary. A smile here and there, but unlike her and some of the other times, Dan, he never really cried at the end of any of the movies.
Until the last day, that is. It had been so hard to believe that they had just filmed the last scene of all the Harry Potter movies, especially since she had been in denial since Half-Blood Prince. It hit her then, and she'd broken down in. At one point she remembered flinging herself at Dan because he'd been closest to her, and eventually they had brought Rupert into their little group. It was only then that she'd actually noticed he had started crying as well, which only made her cry harder. He had always been their rock, they one who kept them grounded, and apparently to see him crying had been a bit much for her. It was really the first and only time she'd seen Rupert's carefully placed mask come undone, until the London premier, at least. While the premier in New York had been amazing and full of their amazingly supportive fans, the one in England was so much more emotional. Maybe because they were all from some place in the British Isles, or maybe because England was where the whole thing had started, they had always had so much more support from those fans that anywhere else in the world. That premier had been the most emotional yet, and it was the second time in her life that she'd witnessed Rupert Grint actually cry. The thought made this all so much harder, because it really seemed like it was the final goodbye.
But of course she had amazing memories of those last few days on set. Like when Rupe had showed up in his ice cream truck. Between takes, they would serve the cast and crew ice cream - admittedly not very well. But they had quite a few laughs out of that whole experience, and they were memories that she wouldn't forget any time soon. What was the saying, there's always light at the end of the dark tunnel? Something along those words, and Emma had never felt they were more appropriate than they were at that moment.
She felt his arms wrap around her middle as her own tightened around his neck, and she let out another sigh. Six years ago these hugs would have felt awkward and almost a bit forced, because they had been at that age where hugging a boy was awkward. But now they simply felt natural, like that's where she was supposed to be. Taking a small step back once they let go, Emma looked over him before returning the warm smile. There had always been something about the redhead in front of her that made her smile, even when she was in the worst of moods.
"Hi," she breathed, letting out a quiet giggle as her name fell from his lips once more. She watched as he seemed to struggle for the right word to say, and found herself nodding in agreement before he had even finished his sentence. She knew what his answer would be, because it was pretty much the same as her own. She had been leaning against the back of the bench she had vacated, but when the question turned around onto her, Emma reached out and gripped his arm before pulling him around so they could sit. There wasn't a solid reason for her actions, really, but she just felt that if she started crying, it would be easier when she was sitting rather than standing. She offered a small smile before answering, reaching up to flick her too-short-to-really-bother-her bangs out of her eyes. "I've been alright," she repeated his words, glancing over at him before continuing, "Just trying to keep busy, you know? I mean, things have been going great with Perks, but it just feels like there's something missing." Emma sighed, not really sure how to continue. But she had a feeling that he'd know what she meant anyways, so she fell silent before she started crying again.
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Post by rupert grint on Jul 30, 2011 21:46:37 GMT -5
living is easy with eyes closed [/color] - - - - misunderstanding all you see - - - - [/font][/color][/center] The words ‘ it’s over’ still rang inside his head. Harry Potter was over. It not only destroyed the people that were physically involved in Harry Potter, it destroyed fans, fans often told him they felt as if their childhood was gone. If it effected fans this much, it was impossible for it not to effect the cast. Because they lived this. They lived as Hermione, Harry, and Ron. Rupert often said that he had become Ron. And, near the end of it all, it wasn’t just Rupert anymore. Rupert was Ron. And Ron was Rupert. They were nearly the same. Rupert wasn’t magical. Rupert wasn’t as stubborn as Ron. But like Ron, Rupert was a witty guy. Rupert was brave. And, Rupert had a huge fear of spiders, and a big family, among so many other traits. And Ron was lucky to have a happy ending. He was married to a wonderful girl and now had two kids. It was a happy ending. And without Ron, Rupert wondered if he’d have a happy ending. Because this wasn’t a book. He wasn’t able to skip nineteen years later. He had a long time before he was capable of doing this. At least with Ron he knew his ending. It was a good ending. Rupert feared he wouldn’t have such a great ending.
He tried not to think about it too much. He was constantly worried. Worried about drifting apart from friends. Worried about becoming a sell out. Just a child actor. Not that he wanted to be noticed forever, he didn’t, he just wanted to continue acting, and get good reviews. He didn’t need to win awards, but he didn’t want to be a failure in life. He also wondered if he’d ever find a girl to settle down with. Which caused him to look at the girl near him. Emma who consumed most of his heart. But he didn’t mean Emma. He was much too afraid to do anything with her. He couldn’t risk that friendship. He worried that he wouldn’t get over this, and he’d compare every girl to her. If he did this, he’d never be fully happy with a girl. Now that Harry Potter was over he didn’t know where he was going. At least with Harry Potter still latched onto his time, he always knew where he was going next. Now it was an openless pit of choices. An openless pit of wonder.
Busy. She was trying to keep busy. It was what they were all doing. Dan with his Broadway. In which, he succeeded really well. Rupert had went to watch his best friend a few times. And, boy, was he a crowd pleaser. He didn’t think he’d be capable of doing Broadway. For Dan couldn’t mess up on stage. And singing and dancing? It just wasn’t Rupert’s fortay. Besides it was hard for Rupert to be serious. He was always the one to start laughing randomly in a take. He constantly was making them have to redo a scene. Sometimes when things got awkward, he’d laugh. Or his mind would wonder, and he’d laugh. Then he’d cause Dan and Emma to laugh, and it would be this big scene. Sometimes making the directors not so happy.
Then Emma kept herself busy with modeling and acting. It was a weird thought for Rupert. Emma as a model. Not because she wasn’t pretty. God, she was pretty, beautiful, and pure perfection. So she worked well as a model. It was just that... Guys drooled over her even more now. And so it made Rupert a bit more protective then needed. And the only way Rupert kept himself busy was with his acting. He nearly envied both Dan and Emma. They both found another nitch within Harry Potter. Rupert was still only just an actor. But he was so proud of his friends. He would root them on in anything they did.
A small frown appeared on his face as she expressed something felt like it was missing. “ I understand.” he told her. Something always felt like it was missing now with him as well. That piece of his heart that Harry Potter took away from him. He would always miss it. He would miss everything that came with the territory. From being Ron, and seeing his Harry Potter Family everyday. It was different. And, something he’d have to learn to live without. He turned to look at Emma and then held out his pinky. “ Promise me something.” he said knowing he was being childish. “ Were going to make time for each other as much as we can. It hasn’t even been a month and I’ve missed you and Dan terribly. I don’t know if I will manage to last ten years and wait for a reunion.” he told her in all honesty. He knew promises were easily broken. But at least it would give him a small feel of security.
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Post by emma watson on Jul 30, 2011 23:08:58 GMT -5
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i wanna live a life from a new perspective With the silence surrounding them, Emma's thoughts drifted once more, and she was pulled back into the ones that had haunted her since they had began filming for Deathly Hallows part one, all those months ago. It seemed longer than that, however, almost like a lifetime or two. She just remembered thinking, How could this be the beginning of the end? It hadn't made any sense in her mind, since she had known these people, this cast, this crew since she was ten years old. How could it be so soon to when she'd have to say goodbye to them all? It hadn't made any sense, and it still didn't, honestly. Just like she couldn't say goodbye to the character who had become like a sister to her, she couldn't say goodbye to the people who had become her family and let them go. She couldn't even let go of Jo, who had a special place in her heart, because she was the brilliant woman who had given them all the chance to bring these magical characters to life.
Now that Harry Potter was over, she didn't even really know what to do with herself. She had a movie that she was currently filming, and she did work as a model from time to time, but she still never felt the way that she did when she was with her Harry Potter family. Everyone on the cast of Perks were amazing, and she couldn't have asked for more wonderful people to work with...but they weren't Dan and Rupert. They didn't know her they way the other two did, and she didn't know them like she knew her best friends. It was just different all around, though not necessarily in a bad way. After all, change was good, right? Emma wasn't so sure now, though.
While she was normally used to the quiet when she hung out with Rupert, this time it seemed different. While it was still comfortable like always, this time the silence felt heavy. Almost like they were both lost in their own thoughts and were having a hard time making their way out of them. She peaked a quick glance at him, and a small smile crossed her face as she glanced at his face. He reminded her so much of Ron, but at the same time, and in so many ways, he was just Rupert. Like Ron, he had red hair, a fear of spiders and a determination with bravery to match. But there was the side that only those who knew him well seemed to know. The Rupert side, as she liked to call it. This side of him was much more relaxed and laid back. He was still witty and came from a large family like his character, but he was almost a bit like a coin. There were two sides of him, but they were still connected.
She wondered what he was doing lately, if he had any plans for anything lately. She had her things, and Dan was currently on Broadway, but she didn't actually know about him. Emma had to wonder if he had anything going, or was simply seeing where things took him now. It wouldn't surprise her at all if that's how things were, he always had seemed content enough to go with the flow of things. Emma didn't voice what was on her mind yet, deciding to wait for another time. A little voice in the back of her mind voiced the words that she had been trying to push back, taunting her in almost a sing song voice. But how do you know that you'll see him again? it asked, and she pushed it aside angrily. Of course she would see him again...they were Rupert and Emma, the mirrors of Ron and Hermione. They had to see each other again, right?
Before she could say or even think anything else, his voice broke through her thoughts, and Emma turned to face him more properly. It had only been two words, one of them hardly counting as one, but they still said so much. She nodded once, because of course she could expect him to understand. No one else besides their family could, but he could. He was part of that family, after all. She glanced down as she noticed his extended pinky, wrapping her own around it before he even had said anything else. His words rang through her mind, and the seemed to be an exact echo of what she had thought not too long ago. Glad that she wasn't the one who had to bring it up, Emma offered a small smile as she curled her pinky around his a bit tighter. "Of course," she said as sincerely as she could. It was a promise that could easily be broken if she were anyone else, but she wasn't. And it was a promise that she intended to keep until she couldn't any more.
Scooting closer to him so her side was touching his, Emma dropped the hand that was attached to his on both their legs, resting her head on his shoulder. It was a comfortable spot, and she seemed to fit rather perfectly there. "It really does seem longer than a month, doesn't it?" she asked, though it was a mostly rhetorical question. It had felt like forever, and she didn't like it at all. She hated spending that much time away from him and Dan, especially when she was too busy to really keep in contact as much as she wished she had. With another sigh, she tilted her head up a bit more, looking out back at the horizon.
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Post by rupert grint on Jul 31, 2011 18:21:13 GMT -5
living is easy with eyes closed [/color] - - - - misunderstanding all you see - - - - [/font][/color][/center] His mind never shut off. It was on a constant whirl wind. In his dreams his mind spun out of control. In a dream state his fears played out for him the most. A dream he had a few days ago still haunted him today. He was falling faster and faster down a spiraling rollercoaster. The catch was that it was no longer hooked to the railings. He was watching himself fall into the pit of death before his eyes. It scared the living daylights out of the young man. He had woke up with a sweat and feared sleeping again. He wasn’t looking too much into the dream until he fell back to sleep and again was thrown into another nightmare. This nightmare was more futuristic… and it haunted him the most. For it could become his reality.
He was an older man sitting alone in a hospital bed. The tv turned on as he watched a Harry Potter Reunion. It had been twenty-five years. Emma, Dan, the twins, Tom and a few others were all there. But here he was stuck inside the bed of doom. Death was knocking on his doors. They were all chatting away as if nothing was missing. Like it didn’t matter that they were missing part of the golden trio. It pained him to see. But the worst part was when they interviewer asked about the red head. Emma and Dan gave an annoyed look. Like it shouldn’t have been brought up but then she replied with a laugh. ‘ who?’ and Dan agreed with her questioning, as the whole cast acted as if they had no idea who he was. But this wasn’t the part that bothered him the most. It was that he was alone in this hospital room and nobody cared enough to send him anything, or to visit him. Everyone seemed to have forgotten him.
Through these dreams he realized he had a fear. A fear he didn’t think he ever would be afraid of. He feared being forgotten by the cast. By everyone. He used to think when he was around fifteen that it wouldn’t have been so bad. That to be a normal kid again would be ok. Yet now, it wasn’t ok for Rupert. If he had been raised as a normal kid, Emma and Dan, would not be his friends. Harry Potter would not be a part of him. And Ronald Weasley would have never been him. And these were things he was not willing to let go. Yes, he had his moments of loathing the fame. He really did. Like when his red hair was noticed everywhere, and he couldn’t catch a break. The fans were ok but some were just too hard to handle. And, then the press, oh god, the press was another nightmare, a nightmare he actually had to live. He hardly had any privacy. But at the end of it all, Rupert didn’t care anymore. For the rewards of fame were much better then the negatives. If he could go back and change anything, he wouldn’t.
He wondered if his dreams were going to become reality. Not the first one of course. But the second. Would this really happen to him? Would they all forget him? This constantly nagged at the back of his head. It was hard for him to handle. But it really did make the boy mighty depressed. It really did kill him inside. The thought of his best friends, the people he considered family forgetting him devastated him. And, he knew if he brought it up, they all would tell him he was crazy. That they would never forget one another. But anything being said, even the promise Emma had made him, of staying in touch, it didn’t help. For nobody could see the future. And he was hoping that his dreams were just showing him his fears, and not the future.
As his thoughts went drifting off he felt Emma’s pinky wrap around his own. Her touch bringing him back to reality, as he looked at her with a soft smile. She had promised and it made his heart melt. He knew it wasn’t an easy promise to keep. Growing up as child actors and actresses kept them so busy. It was not an easy life. And sometimes they tended to be over worked. How they ever made time for friends was beyond amazing. Rupert remembered some nights he would just lack sleep, just so he could spend time with friends and family. Sometimes being tired was worth some time with the people he adored. He didn’t want to be that guy that always overworked. He wanted an impact on films but he also wanted an impact on the important people in his life. Letting go of her pinky his eyes wondered up into the spacious sky. Nearly getting lost in his thoughts again, till Emma’s head was placed on his shoulder. For a mere moment he tensed up. He wasn’t sure if he should wrap his arm around her or not? Would that just be awkward.
For awhile he debated in his head, what to do. Then finally, he gave in, and gently placed his arm around her, in a friendly gesture. Basically just a sideways hug. Friends did it all the time! He hated how he over thought a lot of his movements. It so wasn’t normal. But he couldn’t give any hints away, that would just make her feel awkward. “ Yeah.” he nodded in agreement. “ I miss you all so much.” he breathed out. “ I think I’m going to need to have a get together soon.” he told her, chuckling just a little. However, he was completely serious.
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Post by emma watson on Jul 31, 2011 21:32:32 GMT -5
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i wanna live a life from a new perspective With her head on Rupert's shoulder, Emma felt like most of the pieces were back in place. The puzzle wasn't complete, it wouldn't be without Dan and the rest of the cast, but it was one step closer. Once more, she was more than glad for the lack of many people at the park. While there were people who would easily recognize her if they thought about it for a bit, she was still someone that could easily blend in and be looked over when she tried. But Rupe, well, he had bright red hair that tended to catch anyone's attention, anywhere. And since the beginning of the movies, it always seemed to attract people towards them. She couldn't count how many times she'd be surrounded by fans, only having been brought to their attention because of her ginger companion. She didn't mind, really, but it was nice to catch a break. Emma had always loved her fans, because, really, Harry Potter wouldn't be what it was today without them. But sometimes it was too much, too many people, and all around too much. It's why she cherished her breaks so much, her time to herself, or with her friends.
She felt him tense slightly under her cheek and neck, and Emma instinctively stiffened as well. Had she invaded his personal space? Well, yes, but he never seemed to mind much before. Along with being quite emotional, Emma had been quite affectionate as well. Not as much as some people, but she liked to hug and be hugged, and one more than one occasion she'd rested her head against either Rupert's or Dan's shoulders. Dan never minded, because sometimes he could be as affectionate as she was, but sometimes she was never quite sure about Rupert. Her thoughts shifted, and she bit her lip slightly as she wondered if he remembered their drunken kiss from not too long ago...it had been the premier of the first part of Deathly Hallows, and James along with Oliver had decided that they needed to go out for a couple of drinks to celebrate...or grieve, whichever one they were feeling about the beginning of the end. They all had gotten a little too into the night, and a couple of drinks later, Emma found herself with her lips attached to his. It hadn't lasted long, but it was still enough to give her butterflies and make her feel like she was blushing every time she saw him for days after.
She had debated with herself for days whether to mention it or not, but since he never brought it up again, she didn't either. None of the other cast members or people who had been at the pub seemed to have noticed anything, so she didn't have to worry about their teasing, or accidentally mentioning it sometimes. But she had talked to Dan about it a couple of days later, simply because she didn't know what to do. Even though he hand't been able to give her any solid advice, it felt good to talk to someone about what had been sitting on her chest for days now. And Dan was so wonderful, he was the person that she went to for these kinds of problems. Not her girlfriends or anything, but Dan. Somehow he always said something that made her feel better about the situation, even if it didn't give her any idea in which to go in.
The feel of Rupert winding his arm over her shoulders broke Emma from her thoughts, and she unconsciously moved a bit closer to him. She hoped she wasn't pushing her luck, because friends did this kind of thing, right? Before she could over think things like she had a tendency to, Rupert was speaking once more, and she listened to his words. Nodding in agreement, she let out a small laugh that was followed closely by a sigh. "Me too," she breathed, keeping her eyes focused ahead of her and blinking a couple of times to clear the tears that threatened to form. Letting out another almost quiet laugh, Emma once again nodded. "I don't think I can wait ten years for a whole cast one," she admitted, "How long are you in LA for? I really hope this isn't the last time I see you while you're here." she continued, taking her head off his shoulder to glance up at him.
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Post by rupert grint on Aug 1, 2011 11:58:20 GMT -5
living is easy with eyes closed [/color] - - - - misunderstanding all you see - - - - [/font][/color][/center] His eyes narrowed down to look at Emma’s frail face. A small smile appeared on his face. She really was amazing. Between her and everyone else on the cast, they were what really made his Harry Potter time so special. Emma in particularly. Looking at her at this moment slowly brought up a memory from not so long ago. Some of the other crew mates had gotten the bright idea to go party in celebration. Rupert of course hadn’t been able to resist so he tagged along and had a few drinks. Those few drinks apparently being way too much for him to handle. For he ended up locking lips with Emma Watson that night. Not because they were forced to from acting. Oh no, it was the booze that night. It was on his own terms. His face turned slightly red at the thought of that night.
He had never brought it up to her. It seemed as if she forgot their kiss completely. It was probably a good thing though. But it was something that stuck in Rupert’s head often. And whenever he saw her it eventually popped into his head. Like a haunted dream that was reality. Except this wasn’t a Haunted’ dream. It was often said that with booze the truth will come. And for Rupert there was a truth behind the kiss that night. Just thinking about it made his blood boil, and his stomach flutter. He had kissed her for the fact that he wanted to kiss her. But without a little booze in him he would never be strong enough to do such a thing. Unless you look at the Ron and Hermione kiss, but that was a must. Which was another ‘awkward’ thing to admit he had done, even if it was just for Ron and Hermione. He hated being asked about the kiss between them. He constantly froze up and changed his mind. ‘ it was awkward.’ ‘ it was good’ or ‘ I don’t remember it.’ He felt none really saved him. And he hoped people didn’t pay much attention to what he said. But he was certain they did.
Truth be told he remembered it. He remembered not knowing where to place his hands. He had been so nervous, so gentle with Emma. It was different then his other on screen kisses, this one was a lot more difficult. And as much as he wanted to just kiss her as Ron would have, it wasn’t that easy. It was half acting and half Rupert. Which had been good that Ron developed into Rupert toward the ending and vice versa. And the laugh at the ending of it all, was merely a nervous laugh for him, a laugh that he easily passed off as a moment of ‘ why didn’t we do this sooner.’ as someone once said in an interview.
Getting lost in his thoughts again, he felt Emma move in closer to him. He did his best not to tense up this time. He kind of did feel rather lucky. Many guys would kill to have Emma this close to them, and have their arms wrapped around her. They wouldn’t be feeling as awkward as Rupert had been feeling and they’d be taking advantage of it. But for Rupert feeling awkward about this, all at the same time, it felt so… perfect. The only sense of awkwardness was he feared if he pulled her much closer to him, or made a wrong move, it might give away any ‘small’ feeling he had for the girl sitting next to him. In which, the only person that knew of these feelings were Dan. For he trusted Dan with everything. He was his go to man. And he’d like to keep it that way.
He was going to be in L.A. for awhile longer. Till he found a house at least. Then he’d settle in and head back to London. He was currently in the process of a new movie called Comrade, among another, called Wartime Wanderers. Both movies set in wartime. And they were going rather well. Some scenes for Comrade were to be shot right here in a place near Hollywood. So he’d be here for awhile. A lot of production took place here as well. “ A little bit longer.” he confirmed. “ But, it will be the last time you see me for decade. “ he had told her, not being truthful. But then quickly had to tell her it was a joke. Assuming this wasn’t the right time for his wit. It was too close of a call to already start joking about not seeing each other. “ I’m only kidding. I’m going to force you to see me at least a few more times, Em. Are you already trying to figure out how long it will take to get rid of me?” he paused. “ Because you know, you’re stuck with me for life. “ he said nudging her gentle with his finger, on her shoulder. “ Because I mean, if you try to hide from me, I will haunt you down. You can’t get away from the Grint.” he said with a grin.
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Post by emma watson on Aug 4, 2011 23:00:35 GMT -5
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i wanna live a life from a new perspective Glancing up, Emma caught the soft smile that crossed Rupert's face, causing one of her own to appear. It was one of the many things about him - whenever he smiled, it just made you smile as well. "What, do I have something on my face?" she asked when he just watched her for a couple of minutes, reaching up to brush away whatever unwanted blemish might be sitting on her face. After a few second, she realized he might have simply been lost in thought, and her face flushed slightly at the fact she'd embarrassed herself by acting like a vain school girl.
She had to admit she was glad that he didn't tense up when she moved closer this time, it gave her a feeling that he was more comfortable around her now than maybe even a bit earlier. The brunette had to wonder how many fan girls would pay to be in her position right now, snuggled up against Rupert with his arm around her shoulders. Probably quite a few, she thought with a mental chuckle to herself. She'd been on a website called Tumblr a few times because her curiosity had been peaked, and there seemed to be quite a few fans that fancied him...and even more that were part of the collective Harry Potter family. She couldn't say she blamed them, really. Rupert had always been quite attractive, even if she would have called him more adorable than anything in their younger years, he had definitely grown into his looks over time. And as for the larger fandom fans, it made her heart swell to see how many people the books and movies had impacted. It was truly a beautiful feeling.
She had to wonder if he would pull her closer or anything, but so far nothing. She couldn't say she was surprised, really. It wasn't how he was, and she couldn't really expect differently. But Emma did have to admit she was slightly disappointed. Lifting her head from it's resting position on his shoulder, she looked up at him, her eyes bright as he confirmed that he'd be staying in LA for a while longer. At his next words she frowned and reached out to swat at his arm and chest with the back of her hand. "That's not funny!" she exclaimed, though her tone held a hint of laughter. "Not at nice thing to joke about, Rupe." Emma said in a haughty tone, one that she'd used many times as Hermione before. She knew it was a joke, but she was half tempted to turn away from him and cross her arms over her chest while sporting a pout...certainly the image that she wanted to present as her twenty-one year old self.
"No, I'm actually not," she replied with a laugh as he poked her, lolling her head from side to side a bit as she returned his grin. "Though I'm pretty certain you're going to get tired of seeing me around all the time. After all, isn't ten years of working together enough?" she finished, her tone joking like his had been only minutes before, grin still in place.
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Post by rupert grint on Aug 6, 2011 0:08:35 GMT -5
living is easy with eyes closed [/color] - - - - misunderstanding all you see - - - - [/font][/color][/center] Through the years everything had changed so much. It felt like just yesterday that Rupert had gotten the part of Ron Weasley. He had been so excited and overjoyed. He was going to be playing his favorite character of his favorite book. His family was so proud of him. And for the first time he felt proud of himself. It was amazing at how much progress everyone in the Harry Potter Cast had endured. At one point they were all taken step by step slowly through the scene. They were just starting out. And now, ten years later, they were all brilliant actors. Winning awards for the movie and some for best actor and actress, or villain. It was such amazing progress. And looking back at his young self his young self would have never guessed how far he’d come along.
His young self also wouldn’t have pictured himself right now, sitting on a bench, holding Emma in his arms. Even if it was a simple friendly gesture, young Rupert Grint, wouldn’t have done anything of the sorts. It was still a small amazement that Rupert was holding her right now. He wasn’t a guy that was incredibly touchy feely with anyone. And, with Emma, it was much harder. There was always some sort of small tension between the two. He could never place his finger on it. With every touch he got this fluttering inside the pit of his stomach. He felt his heart start to swell up. And his face, oh how red it would turn. It just wasn’t normal. And soon, he had come to realize it was because he didn’t only see Ms. Watson as a friend. By god, she was beautiful. Beautiful and had an amazing personality anyone could fall for. And this was where the tension had come from, on his half.
But over the years, even with the crush still intact, he managed to get a little more better at touching her. He just dealt with the flutters and the swollen heart. He became immune to it. He gasped lightly as she swatted at him. Something he should have been expecting. He shouldn’t have really been joking around about not seeing her so early in the ending of Harry Potter. He knew many of them were fearing this. In fact, Rupert was fearing it himself. He was already feeling completely lost without it. “ I’m sorry, Hermione…” he said with a grin playing on his face. Knowing that voice all to well. “ If I was actually Ron at this moment I’d probably just kiss you to make it all better. I always thought that after they had their first kiss, whenever Hermione would get mad at him, he’d just be the type to kiss her to try and make her forgive him.” he said with a small laugh. “ Or, he’d just get defensive and they’d still have there small little tiffs.” he said with a light laugh.
“ But. Seeing as I’m trying to stray away from Ron, I shall just say, I’m oh, so sorry.” he didn’t know where the whole Ron thing came from. Maybe, it was just him realizing how much he missed Ron. Or, it was him really wishing at that small moment he was Ron just so he could kiss his Hermione. He wasn’t sure. But he tried to get any thoughts out of his head, as he went to focus on semi new topic on hand. “ No. I miss you already. And, I’m sitting here right next to you. But it just reminds me that this is just a rare chance of meeting. I don’t honestly know when I’m going to see you again. I mean people make plans all the time… but they get broken…” he said his eyes averting out to the middle of no where now. That grin on his face had by far sunken now.
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