Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

32. Security

The morning after, you felt refreshed. You immediately wrote a message to the Ghost, wishing him a good morning and that you received his letter, being so happy about it.

Ghost

Heading out today, won't be on this phone the next few days love.

Good morning.

I'm glad you liked the letter I sent.

You sighed, thinking about how this is your only way of communicating and how it's a bit dull, but it'll do.

-Is it possible to send you something too?-

You waited for his response, curious, hopeful. You'd leave to the few photos you shot with Grace right now if he sends you an address.

You will do the whole thing, even if it's cheesy. Red paper, ink, spraying bits of perfume on it, all of that you want to do. Hell, you'd send yourself in the letter to him if you could.

Ghost

I'll make sure another one reaches you.

Patience, pretty dancer.

Now what kind of response was that? Whatever, you don't want to rush him or ruin this. You're glad you can hear from him at all, and now with him being gone from the phone for a few days, you felt your heart shrink.

-I'll wait for it and hope to hear from you again asap.

Please take care x-

You throw your phone onto the other side of the bed and look out the window, if you're one thing it's impatient.

2 months

2 months after Simon has left the city, 5 weeks since you last heard from him. No letter, no text messages. That fact was hovering over you like a grey cloud. You did your shows, you went out for dinner with friends, finding some really good and new restaurants. You saved your tips in order to afford the perfect dining table which you finally found. Your place was getting more and more furnitured, it felt more and more like home.

Coming home after yet another shift in the club, today was a rather slow one, there weren't many guests, but still you do 100% when on stage, so it was just the same exhausting. You look for your keys, you had a big bag on you tonight though so it took some time. Then, a tall figure approaches you from behind. Standing a bit too close.

"You looked amazing tonight." you freeze. The voice was unfamiliar. You're standing alone in front of your apartment complex, it's dark out. You turn around and can't make out the face at all, you dont know this man. And he has followed you home all the way from the club?! Your body starts shaking as your eyes scan the area for some other person.

"I couldn't keep my eyes off of you. I just couldn't, I need to get to know you..." he mumbles, taking one step closer now.

"H-HOLD THE FUCK ON! Don't come any closer! What the fuck! Stop!" you shout, holding tight onto your bag and leaning against the massive door now. The man startles at your shouting.

"I'm not gonna hurt you or anything I just want to get to know you, please. Do you live here, yes? Can I come upstairs? Can we get to know each other?"

"What the fuck! GO AWAY!" your voice was shaking, you hope to stay concious. This has happened before, someone following you home, and you just fainted from all the anxiety. Nothing happened then, since the stalker panicked himself then and ran away or something, you woke up soon after it all happened in front of your doorstep, still all your money on you.

Maybe you should faint.

"ARE YOU DUMB?! GO!" you try to look threatening, but he does not move. He comes closer again and you yelp, finally having found your keys and opening the door quickly and smashing it into his face. Your heart thumping as you hold onto the door, making sure it's properly closed. You start to cry, making your way to the elevator and trying to catch your breath, but you were too triggered. Your whole body was panicking. You got your phone out and dialed Rick's number, he was a good friend and security guard at your club. You were sobbing as you wait for the elevator to arrive, always looking back towards the main door, scared he will find a way to open. It was a massive, modern one though. Not easy to break into, if possible at all.

"Pearl? Hey how are you?" the voice sounds from your phone. You felt relief as you heard him.

"C-Can you come please. Someone followed me again. I c-can't do this R-Rick." you stutter, stepping into the elevator.

"Again?! Give me 10 minutes and I'll be there. Did you call the police?"

"N-no I can't do this....I can't deal with this...I'm so fucking scared."

"I understand, don't worry about it. You're inside now yes? I'm getting inside my car as we speak."

"I'm in the elevator I...I'm reaching my floor just now."

"I'll stay on the phone until you're absolutely safe & sound in your apartment."

You nod shakily and open the door to your place.

"I'm in." You lock the door behind you and fall onto the floor.

"8 minutes dear. You stay right there."

"Thank you." you whisper as you hang up and burst out crying on the floor.

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He hands you a cup of hot chocolate. You were cowered together on the big sofa.

"How did none of the 2 idiots see that asshole following you out the club" he grunts in anger as you take the cup. He was mad at his team, his colleagues working the door tonight. After all he was the one in charge of the security in the club.

"I don't know...they're new..." you mumble as you softly blew the hot beverage, waiting for it to reach a drinkable temperature.

"I dont employ beginners. These men should bring experience with them and pay close attention when one of the girls leaves the place. I'll have to fucking order them to bring you home after every shift now."

You were still in shock. Letting the heat of the cup slightly burn your hands. It helped you stay here in this moment, not drifting away.

Silence.

"Actually, thats it." He says, taking a sip of his water.

"You need a guard. After all the shit that's happened, it's long due." He continues painting out his idea.

"Don't know if I'd feel safe with another stranger around me..."

"Ey, one of my guys y/n... Obviously. A friend. You've never met him but you'd get along pretty well. He's austrian, you still speak Deutsch, right?" He smiles lovingly.

"Nicht mehr so viel..."you say with an accent

You were born in Berlin, but you didn't have a good childhood there. Your mother was english and moved for work, the pregnancy very much unplanned. You don't know your dad. You would always travel back and forth between London & Berlin. Often having to stay with your grandparents still living in England until eventually moving in with them, since your mom was mentally unstable and not taking much care of you. You could speak a little german still, you just understood it better than actually having to make conversation yourself.

"Whats that?"

"Not much anymore." You translate. "I dont like speaking it."

"Well, he speaks english too. You'll get along. I'll set him up for a meeting right away, when are your shifts next week?"

"I dont know, Rick...a guard?"

"Bodyguard, of course. Every star has one."

"I'm not a star"

"You are very much so."

You take a sip of your little comfort drink.