Running Up That Hill (Shakira & Adam Levine / Shadam)

Taking the Fall

*Adam is now engaged to be married. Omg, Adam, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy? :(

Shakira's recent head injury has fans and officers investigating on the possibility of an abusive relationship. Adam Levine read the headline of today's Yahoo! news. "Oh shit," he muttered as his eyes scanned the extensive report on his phone. For weeks now, Gerard Pique and Shakira's agent had been keeping him from visiting the Colombian popstar. He was sweating with worry, but he could do nothing about it . . . until now, when he had gotten a call from his object of affection's . . . object of affection urging to read the day's article and provide help for the "little issue that had gotten out of hand." Now that Adam had read the headline and investigated just a bit, this "little issue that had gotten out of hand" was a pretty big fucking "little" issue.

There has been rumors that Shakira and her fiance, Gerard Pique, Spanish footballer and central defender for FC Barcelona, have been having major arguments and fights for weeks now. The popstar had been brought to the hospital the same day the couple was supposed to have a dinner date, evident from their reservations at The Capital Grille, but staff from the restaurant says no, the popstar and the footballer had never made it. Spectators from the road even said to have seen Gerard Pique and Shakira in the car on their way to the fine dine.

Several spectators say that they haven't even noticed the pair until Pique let out an angry beep from his car. Apparently, Pique had been seen angry and frustrated and was yelling at a rather tired Shakira. Appromixately two hours later, Shakira was sent to the hospital. The question asked was "What happened in those few hours?" and Gerard Pique could still not answer and what of the marriage that is happening in just a week? Officers are now investigating for the sake of the distressed fans the relationship of Gerard Pique and Shakira. We will be on standby until more information is -

Adam rubbed his eyes as the stress clamped on his shoulders. "Shit, shit, shit," Adam muttered as he made grab for his car keys and practically flew across the street to his car. 

Good news: He gets to see Shakira again!

Bad news: He's about to get into a whole mess of shit happening.

As he exited his car, now in front of the hospital, he was greeted by hounds of reporters.

"Adam Levine! What do you have to say about your co-worker's injury?"

"Adam! Rumor has it that you have been with Shakira for weeks now. Was there anything out-of-the-ordinary about her relationship with Pique?"

"Are you going to help the couple get through this?"

Adam scrambled to get through the crowd. He used his arms to push back some and more. Flashes of cameras blinded him, but he only needed to walk straight. Being a celebrity, there had to be rules and advices to follow (The Celebrity's Handbook, Famous 101, Celebrity of the Rings, Into the Light, etc.) - rule #98: when there's reporters, make sure your destination is in front of you; camera flashes make it hard to see, so basically, you're walking blind.

When Adam got to the hallway in which Shakira's room was destinated, he crept slowly. He heard loud, muffled voices as he crept closer.

"I can tell them I fell or something."

"And you think they'll believe you? Jesus Christ, you look like you were hit by a door!"

"I was hit by a door."

One voice was familiar - so familiar - and the other Adam couldn't quite decipher. He knocked twice, firm, but friendly, and the voices in the room hushed.

"I don't believe we have requested any visitors," said one gruffy voice that Adam could make out as the footballer himself.

"I think this one's a special case," Adam replied with ease and the door swished open.