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Holding Out For A Hero

I need a hero, I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night, He's gotta be strong, and he's gotta be fast, And he's gotta be fresh from the fight

Isla's POV

Close. Discard changes.

As if I made any changes. It's the fifth day that I have opened my laptop to write something, yet I manage nothing. I just can't find a meet-cute for my character. And it's not like I can take something from my boring and single life. But even if it wasn't so, I can't find a hero to inspire me. I fall asleep on my laptop.

Next morning, I wake up and decide to go for a walk. It's been a while since I got dressed up to go outside. A pair of baggy jeans and one of my brother's shirts complete my look. I leave my short blue hair loose and walk outside after grabbing my purse.

When I am out of my door I realize that I forgot my wallet inside. Too bored to go back inside, I walk away.

After a lot of walking around the city, I start returning home. I get in alleys to go through short cuts because my feet are killing me!

Also, alleys are not crowded, which surely is a plus. For example, right now we are only two who are walking in the alley; me and a man that is walking towards the opposite directions, towards me. When we get closer, he puts his hand in his pocket and takes out...

"Hand over your wallet and phone." he tells me, holding the gun in front of me. "I-what?!" I exclaim. "What don't you understand? Give me your money! I don't have all day!" He tells me. "I don't have money on me." I say. "I am going to shoot!" He says. "I am saying the truth!" I exclaim and he grabs my bag, which is still tied around me. {I don't know if that's how I am supposed to write it, basically she is holding a crossbody bag and the robber didn't take it off of her.}

His gun is poking my side while my hands are up in the air. I find the opportunity to kick him in the stomach. I run away, but he grabs my hair and pushes me to the wall. "I want my money!" He yells at me.

"Hey!" Another voice is heard. I lift my head and see a police officer. The robber turns around and seeing the officer, points his gun at me more visibly. "I just want to take some money and I will be out." He says. "Don't make any move because I will shoot."

"You look young and immature. If you shoot her, you will stay in prison more years than you think." The officer acts smartly. While the robber thinks about what the officer said, the latter shoots the wall, startling the former. The robber jumps away and shoots. The bullet passes profoundly over my leg, ripping a part of my skin. I hiss in the sudden pain.

The officer runs towards the robber, who gets away. Seeing that he can't catch him, he informs his co-workers. Then he turns to me.

"Are you okay?" He asks me. I open my mouth but no voice comes out. My eyes go blurry and I am not stable on my legs anymore. He places his arm around my waist and holds me up as I fall into unconsciousness.

Traumatic shock.

Riccardo's POV

And she collapses in my arms. "We got him." My co-officer says in my ear piece. "Okay. The woman fainted, I am bringing her to the car." I say and pick her up. I hold her in a laying-like position to help the blood circulation.

"I'm going to sit in the back seats with her." I say to my coworker when I reach the car and he nods. I lay her down and place her head softly on my lap.

I bend over her leg and wrap the bandage I took from the first aid kid, around her wound. It is not deep, but it has to be painful.

She is beautiful. Her blue short hair compliment her face. She is tall, probably the same height as me if not taller. Her eyes flutter, she is probably waking up.

"Hello." I say in the softest tone I can manage with my deep voice. She opens her eyes fully and looks at me. She must have realized where her head was laying, because she got up quickly. She should have gotten dizzy and so it happened but when I lifted my hand to help her she shook her head negatively. "I'm fine, don't worry." She tells me and so she looks.

"How are you?" I ask her. "Better, thank you." She says. She notices the bandage around her leg and looks at me. "Thanks." She says again. "It was my duty." I tell her and smile and she looks away. Her cheeks turn pink, but that could have been because of the previous shock.

When we reach the police station, we get out of the car. "Can you walk?" I ask her and offer her my hand. "I have walked on 9-inched heels for 4 hours straight. I think I can handle a small cut." She tells me and I am taken aback.

She even goes up the stairs alone. However, the last step was wet from mopping. When she places her injured leg on it, she slips and falls backwards. My instinct kicks and my arm catches her before she hits the floor.

My arm held her waist firmly and subconsciously pulled her towards me, colliding her with my chest. She looks at me, with red cheeks that are definitely not from the robbery's shock. "You need to stop giving me opportunities to thank you." she tells me. "I don't think I can resist." I tell her and wink.

I help her on her legs. We move inside. After a while, I am taken to another room to give report and so does she. She finishes sooner than I do. When I finish I walk over to her to greet her, but she has her back is turned to me. She is talking on the phone and I sit by until she finishes. Unintentionally, I hear her phone call. But I can't say that I regretted doing so.

Isla's POV

"I found my hero." I say to my best friend. "He is tall, as tall as me, probably a little shorter. Short black hair, that he combs through. Although the hairstyle is basic, he can definitely pull it off." I say, describing the police officer and my story's romantic interest at the same time. "And I also have a meet-cute idea." I tell her and she screams at the other side of the phone.

I turn around and see Riccardo looking at me with a smirk. "I got to go." I say to my best friend and hang up.

"Hey." I say and get up from my seat. "I came by to see you before I left for the rest of my shift." He tells me and I smile. "So...I am your hero?" He asks me. "Calm down your ego, Riccardo." I tell him, using his first name. "Your appearance just happens to inspire me so I will use it in the novel I am writing." I explain, partly lying. "Oh." He says, a bit disappointed.

I take a step towards him. "Are you disappointed?" I ask him. "A little." He tells me, licking his bottom lick. "Let's see what we can do about that then." I say and move closer. My lips slowly and gently touch his. I don't proceed to kiss him. As he comes a little forward, I back away teasing him. I turn to leave, but his arm grabs my waist and pulls me towards him. Our chests collide and my eyes rest in his. His grip on my waist only tightens, causing the fluttery feeling in my stomach to intensify. "You are too much of a tease." He tells me and kisses me softly. "I have to do something about it." He says against my lips. I give him a last peck on his mouth and pack away. "Yeah, you have to." I say. "But for now, I think that your coworkers are waiting for you." I tell him and nod to his friends who are looking at him with a proud look.

"Before you leave," I catch his attention. "do you kiss the girls you save often?" I ask him, wanting to know if I am caught in a fuckboy's trap. "You are the first ever." He tells me. "And hopefully the last." I continue. "And surely the last." He winks at me and walks away.

A/N

That was it guys! I hope you enjoyed it! If you did, please vote the chapter and if you didn't first of all I am sorry to hear that and secondly, I would love to hear what I did wrong so I can fix my mistakes. Also if I offend anyone with my stories, know that I had no such intentions and please send me a message to inform me if I do so. Byeeee <33333