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I was an ordinary girl living in California living on a student loan in university. My life wasn't glamorous or extravagant, it was regular like anyone else's. I had my best friend who was also my roommate and that was it. I told my parents that I wanted to move to California, to make a name for myself. But that dream went down the drain as soon as I stepped foot out of that airport. 
Duffle bag in hand and suitcase in the other. I had looked around at the busy street, the tropical palm trees thinking that this would be easy. But oh no was I wrong. I had 2 jobs that didn't even pay an equal salary to a regular job. 
I met Brielle at my job in the hair salon, she gave me a place to stay and we became inseparable. 
But then everything would take a turnaround in a snap of my fingers. 
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I opened my eyes slowly as they stung. My head was aching, it felt like I had been hit by a train, a bloody fast one that is. I finally opened my eyes fully and noticed that this wasn't my small cramped room in my apartment. It was huge, the ceilings were high and I had an arm wrapped around my waist. I slowly sat up and removed the mysterious man's arm from me as I came to my senses, I was in another man's house or apartment, I didn't know. 
I got out of bed and put on something to cover up my body with. I scrambled through my stuff to try and find my phone and call Brielle. She was probably wondering where I was. I picked up my phone quickly and I dialled Brielle's number, she picked up instantly I let out a sigh of relief. 
"Where are you!?" She asked me urgently. 
"I-I don't know I'm in some guy's house," I say as I begin walking around. "My head hurts, what even happened last night," I say looking around the house. It's huge, this guy was rich, rich. 
"Well, we went to Moonies, had a few drinks and that's all I remember." She replies. I began stressing as I began to realise, I was in some random guy's house and I didn't know where I was, was I even in Cali anymore?
There are posters in picture frames hung on the walls showing movies, was this guy a movie star? And then I saw the photo, "H-hey Bri." I stuttered still trying to wrap my head around what I found. 
"Yeah?" She asks. "Do you remember that guy you've been obsessing over, the one in that TV show you like?" I ask her. "Oh, Drew Starkey?" She says, "What about him?" 
"I think I'm in his house," I say, but before I could hear what Brielle would say next I heard someone behind me, scaring the fuck out of me. I dropped my phone as I turned around, it was him! 
"Hey, you're going around my house." He says slowly, I blink twice. My vision was fine, was I dreaming? 
I couldn't make a sound, my mouth was open but nothing was coming out of it. 
"You okay, you look like you've seen a ghost." He said walking up to me. I slap myself back into concentration and blurt out, "Are you that guy?" 
"What guy?" He replies looking at me confused.
"That guy, the one in that show," I say again. "Yeah... you know that though." He says. I laugh randomly as I feel like none of this is real. "Am I dreaming?" I ask myself. 
"No, you're not." He replies. "Did, did we.." I say. He chuckled as he crossed his arms over his chest, "Do you not remember anything from last night?" He asks me. I shake my head, "I have no idea what happened, I'm just really hungover and now I'm freaking out." 
He takes a second before saying, "Well I met you at that club last night. You were out of it, and so was your friend." He starts. "Okay, but if you're a celebrity how would I have just met you in a club? You would have been in VIP." I say. "You were being touched by some guy, you seemed uncomfortable so I helped you out." He continues. "Wait, so I would have been raped?" I blurt out. He pressed his lips together as he nodded slowly, "If I hadn't saved you." He adds. 
"I-what, I don't even-" I start hyperventilating. I was freaking out just at the thought of that, and then I'm in some random house. "Hey, you need to relax. It's fine." He goes beside me. "No, no this is not fine. I don't even know where I am and I could've been raped last night." I sob. I noticed him awkwardly pat me on the back, he probably didn't even know what to do either. 
"I need to call my friend, where's my phone." I look around and see my phone flat on the ground. I crouch down and get it, Brielle still on. "Bri? Hello?" I say. "Omg, where did you go?" She yells over the phone. 
"He came and spoke to me," I reply. "Drew!? He's there?!" She screams. I rub my eyes as I bite my lip as she's screaming, "Can you pick me up, please." I ask cutting off her screams. 
"Give me the address, and you have some explaining to do." She says, I go to ask Drew for the address but I just hand him the phone instead. 
"Give her the address please." 
He takes it and instantly I hear Brielle screaming again. I wrap my arms around me as I sit down on a nearby couch. I tried to wrap my head around everything. We hooked up, why else would I be here? 
But then it doesn't make sense, me and Brielle always stay together so where was she while this was going on? 
He sits beside me and hands me my phone again, "She sounds nice." He says sarcastically. "She's obsessed with you." I scoff taking the phone. He looks at me with a small smile, "Want something to eat?" He asks. 
Taking food from a stranger, never. But I was starving, and my stomach felt empty but I had to deny it. "I'm fine." I lie. "I'll go get you some food." He completely ignores my response. 
I wanted to fight but my body wouldn't let me. I needed food. So I sat there, huddled on the couch trying to make everything make sense. I couldn't believe I was in a celebrity's house, and he was making me food. I hadn't known about Drew other than Brielle talking about him all the time. 
He was in a really popular show, and to be fair I liked the show, just not him. I went straight to social media and he was a huge socialist, on red carpets, in Vogue, and fashion shows. He was massive. "Here." I jump again startled by his voice. "God, you need to stop doing that," I say taking the bowl. 
"What, you researching me?" He asks sitting beside me. 
"Just figuring out who you are," I say as I dig my fork into the pasta. "You know where I'm from though." He says, "Well I recognised you from that show, I didn't know anything else about you so I had to do my research." I say I put the fork in my mouth and I look up at him, "Did you make this?" I ask my mouth full. 
"Yeah." He responds plainly. I look at him shocked, "You can cook?" I ask him again. "Yes... is that bad?" 
"No, I didn't know people like you cooked," I say taking more. 
"What's that supposed to mean?" He asks through a laugh. "Well you're famous, aren't u supposed to have a private chef?" I ask him. "I don't need one, I know how to cook." He says. I look at him and smile, "Okay then." I say continuing to eat. We just sit there in silence, I notice him sharing a few glances with me. I ignore them until I hear the doorbell ring. 
"Brielle," I say looking up. 
"Come on," he took my bowl and placed it on the coffee table before leading me to the front door. He opens the tall black door and there's Brielle, she grabs me and pulls me into a tight hug, "Oh my god you're safe." I hug her back, happy to be in her arms again. 
But as she pulls away she looks over to Drew, "I-i, Drew!" She exclaims. I roll my eyes as I watch her encounter with him. Brielle is scrambling for words as she turns red. "Thanks for taking care of her." She finally says. I scoff, "Okay Mom, let's get going." I joke. "It's fine, she can come anytime she wants." He says turning to me. 
I roll my eyes at him but before I walk down the steps he grabs my wrist, "I never got your name." He adds. 
"That's none of your business," I respond and walk away. He watches us leave but calls out, "That's my shirt by the way." I ignore him sitting in the car as I close the door. 
"Omg, I'm keeping that shirt." Brielle squeals, "I'm selling it, looks expensive." I smile at her. She laughs as she drives down the long driveway. 

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