See? I don't need a bodyguard!

Calming down

After the concert, I curled up in a corner of the room and watched the commotion around me. People were bustling about, shouting and running here and there.

I panicked and looked for Droid, whom I found also running around, looking for someone. He was looking for me, but I didn't want to emerge from my dark corner, so I sent him a message about where I was.

Within a moment, he was by my side. He bent down to me and said something, but I wasn't really listening. Panic gripped me, and I was searching with my eyes for Droid, whom I eventually found. Once again, he risked his life for me, and I felt like I might lose him. And now he was here, but I couldn't bring myself to acknowledge him. I was afraid that the attacker would return and hurt or even kill Droid because he defended me.

"It will be okay, Pezz. Don't be afraid, nothing will happen to you," he said, stroking me in my hair and cheek. It calmed me down, but I still didn't like his hand. He had the same hand in a cast as before.

This time, though, it was even worse. The cast covered his whole arm, and even his fingers. I took it and started examining how he reacted to my touch. He didn't show much, but I noticed that his eyes showed more pain in certain places.

"Don't worry, it's not as bad as it looks. They say I can take it off in a not even a month. It's not broken, but it hurts," he said, slowly pulling his hand away.

"Okay, but I won't burden you with it," I said, getting up. But as soon as I shifted my weight to my feet, I immediately fell.

What's wrong with me? Why am I so weak?

Droid picked me up. I quickly snuggled up to him, and he carried me to the car, which took us home.

Well, enough of me burdening his arm... from now!

We didn't speak a word during the whole journey, but I was glad. I didn't want to talk. Throughout the trip, I watched how the internet reacted to the situation, but I stopped when Droid put me to bed and covered me.

Okay... now it's time to stop burdening his arm!

He settled back into the chair next to the window and watched me all night. Or at least I think so. I couldn't sleep for the first few hours, but I felt safe knowing he was watching over me.

Eventually, I fell asleep, about five hours later, but I felt Droid adjusting the blanket and... kissing me on the cheek? It was weird. My heart then started pounding as if I were having a heart attack, and suddenly I was fully awake again. I didn't want to disturb him from going to bed alone, so I pretended to be asleep, but then I opened my eyes again. I was glad that Droid reassured me that he cared so much about me.

I didn't doubt it for not even a second past few days, but like... now I am super sure he cares about me.

In the morning, when I emerged from my hotel room, I noticed Droid moving to the rhythm, humming my song, and making breakfast. I had never seen him so human-like before. He seemed to be enjoying himself taking care of me. I didn't want to disturb him, so I just watched him.

When he turned to me, I felt a chill. I wasn't dressed at all, and I looked like crap. Droid, on the other hand, was again well-dressed, and his hand didn't seem to be bothering him.

"For the first time, I see you after waking up, not dressed up. And you look exactly the same, and actually cute in those pajamas," he said, leaning against the counter.

"Excuse me? My hair are always best, that's not my problem and you're telling me that I'm not cute any other day?" I asked, pretending to be offended. I wasn't offended; on the contrary, it flattered me a lot, but I had to give a quick response.

"No- but... No! you always look amazing and cute, but now..." Somehow, we both stumbled over our words. How cute.

"I know what you meant. But I'm more surprised that suddenly giving an opinion on how I look is part of your job," I asked, smiling at him with my childish smile. I knew I would win him over.

"Maybe..." he replied, giving me a wink. I blushed a little, but I definitely didn't want to change it.

"I knew it. Nobody can resist my charm for too long. Not even my unemotional bodyguard," I said, laughing. "What would your girlfriend say about it now?" I added, watching him. He still had a poker face, but I could tell he paused for a moment.

"I suppose you're talking about the girl in my wallet," he said, and it surprised me a little. Was he awake at that time? He wasn't awake, he was sleeping.

He told me she was his sister. They grew up together, and one time he failed to protect her. That's why he became a bodyguard.

Super cheesy story, I know. Just like actual hero.

"She always wanted to go to Paris and visit the Eiffel Tower. She occasionally talked about nothing else," he said, smiling at the memory.

"Then let's go there now! We have nothing to do," I said, filled with joy. I had never been so eager to go somewhere.

"After what happened yesterday, don't think we'll do something like that. You can't be out in public. One man is out of the game, but there could be more. Besides, in your files, it's written that you're critically afraid of heights and have panic attacks from it," he said, surprising me a little. It's okay to have files about what I like and dislike, what I fear, etc., but did he actually read it? Or remember it?

"I won't be scared if you're around. I'll be fine, please," I said in a pleading tone, clearly expressing that I wanted to go there.

And then he agreed...