Chapter 4: Missing Marker
Shannon pulled into Freddie’s illustrious driveway and parked just off to the side of the house where she usually did the times she’d visited before. Her stomach was filled with butterflies and her hands trembled slightly. This was not how she’d pictured spending the next week.
Shaking her head at her own stupidity, she made herself walk back across the drive to the front door, her feet crunching loudly on the loose gravel. Just before she knocked, Shannon paused and breathed in. The air was scented with the lavender, gardenias, and jasmine that made up Freddie’s gorgeous garden, and she felt her nerves settle.
Then, with a shaking hand, she knocked.
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It was just another day in the life of Noel Fielding. Another day of self-imposed insanity and pop tarts. It was just another day…until she walked into the room. She’d come, just as she’d said she would. But he hadn’t expected her to be dressed like that! Dark blue skinny jeans, high-heeled boots with buckles down the sides, tight fitting, white, long-sleeved shirt, and leather jacket with buckles matching the boots, and tousled loose, chocolate brown curls falling to just below her shoulders.
Not missing a beat, Freddie stepped forward. “Shannon, my dear, so glad you could join us. Come, sit with us!”
Noel watched Shannon closely as she smiled shyly and made her way towards where Freddie sat with Jonathon Ross, Derek Jacobi, David Mitchell, John Barrowman, and his good friends Russell and Julian. Her gaze travelled slowly around the room as she walked over and sat next to Freddie, well was more pulled down next to him. When her azure eyes fell upon Noel, he smiled warmly at her and watched as she blushed delicately. He listened intently to the conversation that followed.
“Oi, oi, who’s this beautiful young thing then, Freddie?” Russell grinned and winked at Shannon, making her giggle as he tickled her side.
“Dear friends, allow me to introduce my niece, Shannon Holmes.” Freddie smirked as she grimaced at her own last name.
“Holmes?” Barrowman began. “As in…”
“As in ‘Sherlock Holmes’, yes.” Shannon replied, polite smile stretched across her delicate features. “And you know what makes it better? My best friends name back in Australia is Julia Watson.”
“Holmes and Watson! The real life people! They may not solve crimes, but they are bloody hot…well, at least Holmes is!” Russell announced to the room, inciting laughter from many.
“Ah, I should’ve known I wouldn’t be safe from you, Russell.” Noel watched as Shannon smirked up at Russell with those lovely azure eyes through long, dark eyelashes before her eyes flitted to Noel once more. “You comedians know no bounds it seems.”
“Well, we shall see what bounds there are, my dear. With a beauty such as yourself around, who knows what may happen.” Russell smiled his most dashingly seductive smile at her and she blushed again.
Noel locked eyes with Shannon once more and, smirking, pulled the marker he’d taken from her apartment and held it up for her to see. She smiled back momentarily before replying. “Who indeed…”
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Pop Tarts, Brand, and Her
FanfictionNoel Fielding needed to find love again. He found it when he saw Her. He never expected to be introduced to Her by Julian...or have to compete for her heart with his friend and fellow comedian Russell Brand! Will he win her heart and her hand? Or wo...
