Celebrity love

Chapter 2

"What the fuck were you doing with Emilio Romano?" She exclaims back.

"Who?"

"Are you an actual idiot?" Alyssa stares at me like I've murdered someone.

"Depends on the day." I laugh. Alyssa didn't find it funny though. I practically skip my way to the kitchen and place the box on the counter. Alyssa follows and looks me up and down.

"You realise he's a massive singer, right? Like, you literally had a conversation with one of the most upcoming men in Hollywood right now." Her words sink in deeper and the grin on my face slowly disappeared. She has to be wrong, he seemed so normal.

"You're lying, show me proof." I insist. Alyssa groans then pulls out her phone, almost instantly she showed me an Instagram account. And sure enough, there were heaps of pictures of the guy I just spoke to under the name Emilio Romano.

"He lied about his name, am I that stupid?" I shake my head at myself. What's with men and lying?

"If I were you, I'd be more shocked that he was outside your home." Alyssa says. For some reason when I now think of him, I don't see a celebrity, just some ordinary guy.

"Well, I didn't go all the way to my car for nothing, let's drink up." I exclaim and Alyssa agreed.

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My eyelids slowly open, welcoming a not so welcome headache. I groan as I realise I'm hungover on my lonely mattress with no sheets on. I need to set my furniture up. I add that to the list of things to do today. I need to apply for jobs, go grocery shopping, go out for dinner with Alyssa and my friend Jacob and now I have to set at least one furniture up. If I can get up that is.

I look around my empty room and remember saying goodbye to Alyssa before she walked to her room wasted. I insisted on walking her there but I was on the verge of throwing my guts out.

I groan at the aching in my head and get up to get Panadol. As I walk out I look outside at the view over the city. What a sight to wake up to, makes my dreadful morning a little bit better. I walk to the fridge to get some food out but the horrible sight of it being empty greeted me. Shit. I should probably get going on the shopping then. The time on my phone showed 12:37, a perfect time for shopping.

I get changed into some breezy pants and an appropriate crop top. My boobs aren't exactly big, which I used to be super insecure about but learned to see the benefits. The sun was shining through the window, a good day. I put my hair in a low ponytail and put some light make up on. Can't let people know I'm hungover. I waltz out my home and into the elevator.

Which reminded me of him. Adam, or Emilio I should say. Did he really think I would never find out who he really was? Sure, I didn't at first when I should've but that doesn't mean I'm dumb. I brush off the thought. I'm not ready for guys anyways so I don't know why I care.

The elevator door slid open and I walked out into a paparazzi mob. Jesus, people live here, this place needs more security. I push pass the people with cameras and accidentally bumped into someone.

"Watch where you're going, I need to get a good shot!" He yelled in my face. Entitled brat! I stomp on his foot with my sneakers and he yelled out in pain, but no one cared to look at him.

"Prick." I mutter to him as I walk pass, he looked at me one last time and I put up my glorious middle finger at him. Great, now I'm in a salty mood. I continue my way outside. The shop was just down the road, nice and easy. As I waited to cross the road, a figure popped into my peripheral vision. For fucks sake.

"It's you again." Was all I said. I looked over at him, this time, he wore a beanie and glasses. Along with all black clothing. But nervousness came rushing into me, Jesus, I don't get nervous around guys.