Adopted by Jennifer Lawrence

Chapter 2

Jens POV (this picks up before she was tackled down)
I push through the swarm of paparazzi surrounding my security guard and myself as we dismount the sidewalk in an attempt to cross the street. I see him push further forward than me he's probably just trying to clear the way, I think to myself as I reach the centre of the road where I get held up by the increasing amount of paps. I'm used to it but this time, it's another level.

I'm immediately caught off guard when someone tackles me down from behind. In response, I try to wiggle free and get up, but before I'm completely free, a car races past a matter of about a meter away from where I am on the ground running over my attackers legs on its way past. That makes me realise that my attacker is really my saviour.

Once I had turned my head round to catch a glimpse of them it was actually a young girl probably around the age of fifteen or sixteen. She was about my height with long blonde hair and a broad frame, which explains how she was able to push through the the crowd and take me down so quickly without much of a problem. Well, apart from, of course, getting her legs run over while trying to save me. I mean what's so special about me, it's not like I've done anything for her. Why does she want to help me? I'll have to ask when I get the chance.

I'm quickly roused from my thoughts by the surprisingly deep scream of pain fill the air. "SON OF A BITCH!!!" Is the only thing I heard fill the air, coming from my injured saviour. in response I quickly look at her eyes blue just like mine, they where beginning to droop and within a second of me making eye contact she was out. The first thing I did in an attempt to help was rummage in my hand bag so that I could get my phone and call the paramedics, but was stopped by my body guard crouching down beside me and telling me that he had already done so.

Between the time of having called the paramedics and them actually arriving was a whole different story because I was quickly taken over by an incredible pain in my right hand, which was absent before due to my surge of adrenaline through my veins. Apart from being overcome with pain, I was helping with wrapping my saviours leg up with the over shirt my guard had on, in an attempt to stop the blood flow. Once I had done so, I just knelt there beside her expecting some sort of movement but there was none.

When the paramedics finally arrived, which felt like forever but was only three minutes, they put her on a stretcher. I then made my way in behind them, considering that this was my fault and I had to have my hand dealt with.
-time skip-
Upon our arrival at the hospital, I was taken in a different direction than her. She was wheeled off, completely unaware of her current predicament. I, on the other hand, was lead into a small room where they quickly wrapped up my hand and put a little cast thing on my hand for support.  I was then told my injuries, which was a broken hand and possibly a couple of bruises down my right side that haven't made themselves known yet which I would have gotten from slamming onto the pavement. That's better than what could have happened though. When I had completed my paper work, I asked for the opportunity to see the person who saved my life. Once granted permission to visit, I was led across the hospital to room 111 where I was presented with my lifeline. She was in a cast on each leg and had stitches on her right thigh and on top a sprained wrist and guess what? It was all my fault.

"What's her name?" I asked no one in particular with guilt, curiosity and sadness present in my tone all at the same time.

"It's Katie Bell, that's all we know for now and we found that out from the name tag inside her backpack, we are gonna run some blood tests and find out who her family is." The nurse who I hadn't acknowledged informed me.

"Oh, em could I see her backpack?" I ask hopefully towards the nurse.

"Yeah." She says as she walks across the room towards a closet and pulling out a bulky, tattered, black vans backpack and handing it to me.

"Thank you." I reply while grasping the bag in my functioning hand and making my way to the seat beside her bed and sitting down to examine the contents. The first thing I pulled out was a iPad along with some earphones to go with it, and with much hesitation, I decide to log into it and explore a bit in hopes that I could find some more information about her.

The first thing I find out about her is that she crushes over Liam because her screen saver was him topless. The next thing is that she makes edits and not only that, but she writes, too. Quickly the pieces fall together and I am faced with the fact that she is a fan of me, well, not only a fan. She made a video for my birthday. The video was really good, a lot better than anything I could achieve. After watching the many great edits, I decide to read some of her work, which actually gets my attention fully. They are mostly what I think are called a fan fictions and there both about the hunger games, the stories she writes actually interest me and are page turners because they stay with the characters personality that Suzanne Collins created. The stories are actually so good that I read them all of them dissecting every word.

"What are you doing?" I hear a raspy, weak voice from the hospital bed ask.

"Oh sorry I was just waiting for you to wake up and I was just looking at your stuff so that I could find out more about you, I hope that's okay?" I answer caught off guard and frightened that I had stepped over the line in her eyes.

"No it's okay. I'm sorry I scared you and I'm sorry I tackled you down like that, but I saw what was going to happen if I didn't and I couldn't stand to see you get hurt. You may not know it, but you're the reason I'm still alive, if that makes any sense." She replies in a genuine tone but her words confuse me. I'm the reason she's still alive? What?

"Oh no no no, I should be the one thanking you. You saved my life and I don't know how I'm ever gonna repay you. And also what do you mean by "I'm the reason your still alive."?" I responded in a soft grateful tone.

"Well I don't know how to explain it without making you uncomfortable, but I've been a huge fan of you since I can remember. When my parents died the only thing I had left that I cared about was my writing, edits, and watching your interviews because they never failed to make me smile." She responded with her eyes downcast out of embarrassment, which I found pretty cute, but as I realized what her words meant, I was overcome with emotion. Her words were basically that I was all that she had left. All I could respond with was hugging her cause I was at a loss for words. As soon as I had wrapped my arms around her, she hugged back the best she could, given her current situation.

"Em so I was wondering who are you staying with, so that the hospital can notify them of the situation?" I asked, once we had broken the hug and I had sat back down.

"Well I don't live with anyone, when my parents died I was put into the American foster system which was surprising for me, considering I'm from the UK but I had just gotten American citizenship about a month before they died. When I was in the system I was beaten, so I ended up running for it so now I just live here, there, and everywhere, considering I haven't got any family left." She responded in a sad tone. Her statement scared me, because she lives on the streets and also was beaten in the system so now I don't know what will happen to her.

"I'm so sorry that happened to you." I answer, while taking a hold of her hand which was rough but warm and looked straight into her eyes.

"It's okay I've come to be okay with living on the streets, but I never really got over my parents death." She responds with glassy eyes and a sad smile.

"If you want to you can live with me. Only if you want to, that is?" I ask while tightening my grip on her hand.

"Seriously?" She asked while her eyes lit up and a huge smile grew on her face.

"Yeah, seriously." I answered with a small laugh.

"I don't want to get in your way. You're probably going on the passengers press tour soon and I don't want to cause any problems." She responded sincerely

"No honestly you won't be and anyways, I will need you, considering that I was almost hit by a car today, if it weren't for you." I respond in an optimistic tone, in hopes she would accept without anymore fuss because I want her to live with me.

"Thank you I will never forget what you're doing for me." She answered in a very happy and genuine tone.

"No thank you. I would be dead if it wasn't for you, you seriously did save my life and I will never be able to repay you for it." I respond in a truthful tone while staring into her bright blue eyes and gripping her hand comfortingly.

Authors Note: what do you think?