Safe [l.h]

Chapter 15

Lucy's POV

" Oh my fucking god." My hands are shaking. I am literally about two meters away from the David Lawrence. My David Lawrence. I have a secret fan account for him on instagram.

And he's here. Right in front of me. I'm about to take a step towards him. And then I realize. Fuck. I look like shit. "Luke," I whisper. "I can't. He won't want to talk to me! I'll just annoy him."

"And I look like complete shit.." I want to go up to him, but I don't think I can.

"Lu, you look amazing. Now go. Get out your camera, get a picture and a follow or something. Don't waste this opportunity. I'll be over talking to Stan, OK?"

He's right. It has to be done. I open my phone to its front camera, and slowly walk towards David. Perfect. The girl he was talking to just went up to the bar.

"Mr. Lawrence?" He turns around and I gasp. He's so fucking beautiful. He takes in my appearance and I really wish my hair had gone right.

Did his eyes just..widen? Nah, its probably the strobe lighting. "Please, call me David." He smiled. Oh,my sweet baby Jesus.

" And you are?" "My name's Lucy." I'm surprised I can even speak to be honest.

"Ehhm, I was wondering if I could a picture?" "Of course, darling."

I move closer to him and he puts his arm around my waist. Holy shit. David Lawrence has his arm around my waist.

With shaky hands I snap a selfie, and then when I try to close my camera, he grabs my wrist.

"Let's take another one. A kissy cheek one?" He's smiling widely. "OK." I'm literally screaming on the inside. Just as I turn my head to kiss his cheek, he does the same, to kiss mine. Fuck. I take the picture. It literally looks like we're about to kiss. Well. That's definitely not going on instagram. Or Twitter. No where but my lock screen.

"Aw cute, can you send me that?"  He asks with an innocent smile on his award winning face.

"I would, but I don't have your number, and you dont follow me on anything."

"That can easily be fixed."