Astrid's P.O.V I sighed as the limousine pulled up. "I don't like this, Brenda." I said to the slightly plump old woman. "Not every celebrity is in it for the publicity." She stated. "So you've met a lot, then?" I said as she left the room to great our...the guest. I stayed in the office. I have no interest in meeting any celebrity. Don't get me wrong. I'm a friendly person. I love everyone and everyone seems to love me. But celebrities, or at least the one's I'd met, were stuck up arseholes. "ASTRID." Brenda shouted. I heard a bang and ran out into the food hall. About ten photographer's were stood around, taking pictures of a black haired guy and a old man. The old man was sat in a corner, screaming and flailing his arms. "Jasper." I called, running to the guy. I crouched down infront of him. The black haired guy, the celebrity I assume, watched me with interest. I blanked him. "Jasper?" I said, softly. I put my hands out infront of me. Jasper kept screaming. "Jasper. It's Astrid. I'm here, sweetie." The old man stopped screaming and flailing his arms. He looked at me. I smiled. "I'm here, Jasper." He smiled. Then camera flashes went off. Jasper screamed and flailed, catching my nose. Blood pours out. I flip. Standing and spinning around and glaring at the photographer's. "Either you stop taking picture's or I'll make you." They stop, staring at me in shock. I turn back round and crouch back down. I put my hands back up infront of me. "It's okay now, Jasper." I said, softly. I get no reponse. Time for the big guns. "ATTENTION." I put on my best authorative voice as I stood up straight. I got a few weird looks, but it worked. Jasper shot to his feet and saluted me. The screaming stopped. I smiled. "At ease private Foreman." Jasper lowered his hand and smiled at me. "Thank you, Astro." He said. "Your welcome, Jasper." I said as I placed a hand on his shoulder. His face dropped. He looked sad. "Did I do that?" He asked, gesturing to my nose. I reached up and touched my nose. When I pulled my hand away, it was covered in blood. I smiled at him. "What's a bit of blood amongst friends?" I said. Jasper smiled, sadly. "I'm sorry." I put my arm around his shoulders and led him to a chair. "It's okay, really." I said. "I've had worse." He sat on the chair and looked over at me as I sat across from him. "Do we compare scars?" I laughed. "I don't think either of us has the time." "I have about twelve." He stated. I shook my head as Brenda passed me a wet cloth. I wiped some of the blood from my nose. "I haven't really counted mine." I admitted. "I got mine in the war." He told me as he took the cloth and started cleaning me up. "Except one from when I fell off my bike. I was five. Where did yours come from?" I sighed. "Life." I answered. "But mainly from my parents." The celebrity was staring at me. What did Brenda say his name was again? Gerard Way? Yeah that's right. Not that I care. "Why would they hurt such a beautiful girl?" Jasper asked. "I was an inconvenience to them." I frowned. "Having a child didn't fit their perfect lives. So they never told people I existed. I was just their house keeper and punchbag." Jasper sighed. "I would have been proud of you." He smiled. "Do you think viagra actually works? I've often wondered, but I don't really want to try it." I grinned and shook my head. "I think it's time for you to go home." "I must say, I agree." Jasper said, standing up. "See you tomorrow, Afro." "Bye, Jasper." I turned back to the table as he left. Gerard sat in his place. "Hi." He said, smiling. "I'm Gerard Way." I grabbed the cloth and wiped a bit of fresh blood off my nose. "And?" He looked a little hurt, but pushed it aside. "Your Astrid, right?" I didn't answer. Just sighed. "You did great with that guy." Gerard pushed. "Private Jasper Foreman is a war hero." I stated. "But he's lost it. A bullet to the head gave him a short attention span. He gets side tracked easy. But he's also petrified of flashes and the noises your fucking cameras make." I stood up and glared down at Gerard. "Look, let's not waste your precious time. I'm not interested. I don't like celebrities. Especially rockstars. I don't like even being in the same building as one. You don't need to talk to me. Brenda is the boss around here. So talk to her." I turn to walk away. "Astrid." He calls. I stop but don't turn around. He walks to look in my face so I glare at him. "I like you." He admitted. "And I want to see you again. So I intend doing everything in my power to change your opinion of me. Even if it takes me the rest of my life." I shrug. "Whatever. Your only wasting your time." I snap, then walk past him. "I don't believe I am." I ignore him and walk into the office. I clean the blood off my face and throw the cloth in the bin. I am aware of Gerard staring at me through the office window. But I try my best to ignore him. I sit at the desk and turn on the computer. I type in Jasper's name. Every incident has to be logged. As I wait for the details to load, I get a itch on my nose. I reach up to scratch it, forgetting the incident, and nearly jump out my seat in pain. "Fuck." I curse, quietly, screwing up my eyes and putting my forehead on my hand. Great. A fucking headache to match. I sighed then looked back at the screen, just as Brenda walked in. I looked up at her. She smiled, sadly as she sat on the edge of the desk and looked down at me. "Headache?" She asked. I groaned. "The biggest." I answered, rubbing my temples. "Go home, hon." I shook my head, then groaned louder. "Fuck." I cursed, closing my eyes and threading my fingers together behind my neck. "I have to type up the incident." I felt a hand on my arm and opened my eyes. "I'll do it." Brenda said, squeezing my arm, gently. "You go and get some sleep." I sighed as I dropped my hands to rest on my legs. "You sure?" I asked. I don't have the energy to argue. She stood up and grabbed my black jacket. She passed me it as she helped me stand up. "Of course I'm sure." She said as she helped me put the jacket on. She passed me a plastic bag. "There's some food in there for you. No arguments. I know how you struggle and I know you hardly eat. I put in a big bottle of vanilla coke for you too." I smiled, painfully I might add. "Thanks, Bren." I said, hugging her. "I don't know what I'd do without you." I headed out the office, ignoring Gerard as I made my way to the front door. I was stopped by Agatha Granger. A forty year old homeless woman. She always worried about me. Such a sweet lady. I smiled at her. "Hey, Aggy." I greeted her. She cupped my cheeks and frowned at my nose. "Oh, sweetie." She cooed. "That must really hurt." I sighed. "I've had worse." I admitted. "I'm going home to lay down. The headache is really bad." She stroked my hair with one hand and rested the other on my shoulder. "Oh dear." She mumbled. "You shouldn't be alone when your in that state. You need to find yourself a big strong man to take care of you." I shook my head, then groaned, bringing a hand to rub my temple. "I'll be okay." I protested, feeling a little dizzy. "I've looked after myself my entire life. A headache isn't going to change that." She sighed as she dropped her hands. "Okay, dear." She said. "But please be careful." I smiled then exited the building. All the way home, I felt someone following me. I stopped walking. My stalker didn't. Just my fucking luck. My stalker was non other than Gerard fucking Way. He walked around me and frowned at me. "You don't look too good." He said, sounding.....concerned? I sighed. "I'm fine." I said, quietly. "Why are you following me?" "To make sure you get home okay." He answered. I took my keys out of my jeans pocket and pushed open the door to the block of bedsits. "Mission accomplished." I muttered. "So you can go now." He frowned at the crappy building. "You live here?" He asked, looking back at me, a shocked expression on his face. I sighed. "We can't all afford five star accommodation." I snapped, quietly. He took the plastic bag off of me. "In that case, I intend making sure you get in your apartment safely." He stated. I gave a quiet, dry laugh as I headed inside. "Apartment? Huh." After climbing ten flights of stairs to floor five, top floor, I stopped by my door. Room 50. We'd had to navigate the rubbish left around and the whinos laying around. I don't like people seeing how I have to live. But maybe it will get him to back off. If his constant noises of disgust on the way up here was anything to go by. He'd be out of my life pretty soon. Thank god for that. I opened my door and walked in. Gerard followed me, shutting the door behind him. He looked around. I lived in a bedsit. One room with just a kitchen bar area containing a tabletop fridge, tabletop oven and a small microwave. The rest of the room had a small single mattress on the floor, by the window and a small chest of drawers. That's it. That's my home. "Where's the bathroom?" Gerard asked with disgust. I gestured to my front, and only, door. "Shared. Out there." I answered. He looked back at me. "Come home with me." He blurted out. "Where I know you'll be safe." I took off my jacket and dolly shoes, dropping the jacket on the floor by the shoes. "Not happening." I said as I pulled my quilt back and laid down, pulling the quilt over me. "Leave the bag on the kitchen counter and let yourself out." I turned on my side and closed my eyes. "No." Gerard said. I opened my eyes and looked at him. He put the bag on the counter and took his green coat and red converse off. He dropped them by my discarded shoes and jacket. "What are you doing?" I asked. He smiled as he sat on the floor and leaned against the wall I was facing. "I'm not going anywhere until I know your feeling better." He told me. I sighed. I don't have the energy to argue. "Whatever." I muttered as I closed my eyes. I laid there for twenty minutes without being able to sleep. I knew he was still watching me. I sighed and opened my eyes. "Quit watching me." I snapped. He shrugged. "Can't help it." He admitted. "I already told you I like you." "It gets cold in here after ten." I stated. "It's nearly that now. I suggest you go home before you freeze to death." "You don't have heating?" He asked, surprised. "No." He shrugged again. "I'll put my coat on." I sighed again. "Whatever." I turned away from him. "Your funeral." I heard him shuffle around. Probably to grab his coat. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep again. But my conscience got the better of me, again. I reached behind me without turning around and lifted the quilt. "Get the fuck under this cover, you stubborn asshole." I snapped. He didn't hesitate. I felt the mattress dip and threw the cover over him. Then I withdrew my arm and snuggled under the cover. "Don't get any ideas." I ordered. "The only reason your sharing my quilt is because I don't want to have a death on my conscience. You touch me, I'll rip your fucking dick off. Do I make myself clear?" He gave a dry laugh. "Wow....errr.....yeah." He muttered. I closed my eyes and was soon drifting of

Notes

This is a tester to see if there's any interest in this story. If there is, I'll write more. I'm writing chapters for my other stories too. But I'm not publishing them till I've done at least two on each. Let me know what you think. Love as always.xxx