only him | 18+

chapter one

When I leave the hotel lobby, I make sure that he doesn't see me.

Luckily, the streets of London are filled with thousands of people, despite the cold temperatures. Sebastian is only a few meters ahead of me. He's wearing a hat, a facemask, and a big scarf. You won't be able to recognise him if you don't know it's him. But I know.

I had tracked his location and checked into the same hotel he was staying at for the premier of his newest film, as well as the interview and fan meeting tomorrow.

Next to him walks his big and good-looking bodyguard, Steven (I have to snap a picture for Leslie), and to his other side is his troll-like girlfriend Miranda. Ugh.

My pace quickens when a few people stop in front of me, and I don't see him anymore. But Steven stands out in the crowd, and I can see them heading down the stairs to the tube. I struggle to get through all the people, but I finally manage to find a path to the stairs. While hurrying down the steps, I almost fall down, and when I catch myself on the railing, I let out a curse as a sharp pain shoots into my wrist. The people don't care as I blink the tears away.

With the throbbing pain, I make my way down, check in, and curse again when I reach the station. Just as I arrive, the doors close. My cap slides up. As the train starts moving, my eyes catch Sebastian talking to his girlfriend before he locks eyes with me. For a second, the world around me seems to slow down. In the next second, he is gone. But I'm pretty sure he saw me.

 -

"So, what are you wearing tonight?", Leslie asks as she plops down on the bed. Her brown hair is still wet and looks almost black. She rests her head on her hands while she looks at me with curious eyes. 

"I'm glad you asked.", I say, and put my blonde hair in a ponytail before I finish my makeup. Should have done this earlier.

There are a few outfit options I have in mind, but I can't choose. Luckily, my best friend is here to help me. While applying some highlights to my cheeks and nose, I look in the mirror at the girl lying on the bed in my hotel room.

We met three years ago, and since then, we have been inseparable. Leslie and I work for the same magazine, and we both share an unhealthy obsession with some older guys who don't know we exist. Yet. 

I put my makeup away, stand up, and walk into the built-in closet. I had hung up all the outfit options for the event tonight. It's a formal event, and after the interview, there will be a fan meeting with an after-party.

One by one, I pull out the hangers and show them to Leslie. Her nose wrinkles, and I sigh, putting the outfit aside. Then I pull out flared jeans paired with a golden top, which has spaghetti straps and an open back. Leslie's face lights up, and I start undressing before putting on the outfit. Not only do the jeans flatter my curves, but my boobs look amazing in the top. 

While looking for my golden heels, I put on my golden hoop earrings and a small necklace. Leslie gets up and goes through my bag of perfumes. She pulls two out and hands them to me. Vanilla and amber. 

She winks, and I apply the rich scents to my skin. Then I turn around and look at myself in the huge mirror. The event starts in three hours, but I still have to get my nails done. 

"Aren't you going to get ready?", I ask my best friend, who is looking for a bag for my outfit. 

She shrugs her shoulders and hands me a bag with a denim print.

"I think I'm going to call in sick tonight. I'm feeling a bit stiff. Maybe the spa will be helpful.", she says, and I give her a knowing grin. So Steven isn't going to be at the event either. 

I grab my phone and unplug it from the charger before I grab my wallet and lip gloss and put them in my small handbag.

On my way to the door, I pick up the grey jumper laying on the back of a chair and blow Leslie a kiss.

"Bye and have fun."

"You too."

-

Of course, it was a bad idea to only wear the jumper while it's freezing outside, but I know it's going to be hot once I'm dancing.

My nails are done, and I'm in a cab on the way to the venue.

Leslie texted me to say that she spotted Steven in the spa of the hotel and that she's going to make a move. As an answer, I sent her three eggplant emojis (I know, immature) before I turned off my phone. My charger must be broken because my phone didn't charge at all, and I'm left with 43% battery life.

The remaining percent I have to use to record my interview with Sebastian. My boss also just informed me that my interview is going to be cut short, and I have a maximum of seven minutes to talk to him. What the hell?!

Whatever, I'm going to see him. As we approach the location of tonight's event, I pluck at the jumper I'm wearing. It's not necessarily to keep me warm, but to look modest for the first part of the evening. Once the after-party starts, I'm going to get rid of this old thing.

The cab stops in front of the huge hall. There are a lot of girls my age running around in pretty outfits. I follow a group of girls into the building and try to find my colleague, Sara, in the crowd. After I spot her, I make my way over and greet her with a hug.

She is here to take pictures, while I'm here to interview Sebastian. 

"You smell good.", she says, smiling as she lets go of me. I thank her, and suddenly, the people around us start screaming. Sara and I give each other a knowing look. He is here.

As we form a line to the huge conference room, Sara hands me a VIP card with a neck strap.

We quickly find our seats, and cameras are already flashing. My colleague wips out her camera and starts shooting as well. Sebastian sits on the stage next to his co actors of his latest movie and smiles at the crowd.

"We will take questions now."