Her Bodyguard

Dye

"Adam?" I ask.

"Hi." He says. He hands a piece of paper to me, I take it.

"It's the NDA." He says. I look down at it and I look back up at him.

"What the actual fuck is wrong with you?" I ask.

"Amy, look- I"

"No." I say and I run my hand through my hair. "Do you know how much pain you put me through?" I ask.

"Amy, listen" he says.

"Why?" I ask. "Just go outside Adam and do your job." I say as I feel the tears form.

"Amy..." he says sadly.

"Go Adam, please just go." I say. He walks outside to his post and I get a glass of water and clam myself down. I walk upstairs to my room and get changed. I look through the NDA and my thumb travels over his perfectly formed signature and I bite my lip.

I put it on my bed side table and I pull out my phone. I scroll through my social media, the views of me "roasting" the host Kate are going viral. I roll my eyes, I thought people would be used to it. I like the sweet messages like "thanks for making me smile, needed it tonight x" and "this is why she is my favourite celeb." I honestly think my fans are the nicest. I get a text.

How's the newbie? Abby asks.

Long story... I reply. She knows about Adam a little bit, she knows that I have and ex called Adam and that he meant a lot to me but she doesn't know how he was my entire world. She also knows about the night terrors, she just doesn't know they're not about my rape. I stand and look out my window where I see Adam talking to a driver. Who probably followed me. The car pulls away and Adam and I make eye contact for a split second.

I put my phone in to charge and I climb into bed. I slowly drift off.

I wake up sweating profusely, my voice is sore so I must have been screaming. I bolt upright and then my door slams open.

"Are you ok?" Adam asks.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I say and rub my eyes. I run my hand through my hair and I open my eyes again. He is still here.

"You can go now." I say and with a sigh he leaves. I have a quick rinse in the shower and get dressed. I haven't had a night terror in a while. But they're all the same.

I go downstairs and get another glass of water. I hear the downstairs toilet flush and Adam walks out.

"Hi." I say quietly.

"Hi." He says, his voice seems hoarse.

"Do you want a drink?" I ask. He smiles a small smile.

"Yeah, thanks, I didn't come prepared." He says.

"What do you want?" I ask emotionlessly.

"Waters fine." He says and I hand him a glass. He starts sipping.

"How did you become a security guy?" I ask.

"I worked out a lot and a guy offered the job so I took it, that was two years ago, you're my first long term client if you let me stay on." he says. I hum an answer and shrug.

"Amy, I'm so-" He says but I interrupt.

"Be quiet Adam, I really don't want to hear any excuses right now." I say.

"Ok Amy, I'll be outside." He says and after putting his glass in the dishwasher walks away.

I go back to my room and go back to sleep.

-Noon-

"Wake up Amy." I hear Abby say. I roll out of bed and land on the floor.

"You better hope that doesn't bruise, it's the photoshoot today remember?" she says I sigh.

"Yes mum." I say. She rolls her eyes.

"The newbie is hot. I saw him talking to Dan this morning."

"His name is Adam." I say and stand up.

"Wait, your Adam?" she asks. I glare at her. "Sorry, I mean your ex?" she asks.

"Yeah." I say and rub my eyes.

"Awe babe." She says and hugs me. "He isn't that hot, he just has a nice... everything" she says. I laugh.

"I'm hitting the shower, how long do I have?" I ask.

"Half an hour. We have to be in London by one." She says I nod and have a quick shower. I get dressed and dry my hair. I put on lip balm and sunglasses and I'm ready to go, they will do my hair and makeup there.

I get in the SUV and listen to music on my IPhone. I watch as the trees become skyscrapers and the dog-walkers turn into smartly dressed business people. I am thrust into hair and make-up and I put on a black bodysuit.

I spend two hours in that thing, the photoshoot is for my perfume line. I have to pretend to sing into a mic while spraying myself with the perfume which was actually just water. At three I am given the all clear and Abby and I go back to my place. Abby is many things. My PA, best friend and everyday stylist, she did beauty school for three years but changed her mind. She is also beautiful her hair is a strawberry blonde, and she has a nice blueish green in her eyes. She is about five foot so is short but my god she is one powerhouse.

"Do you think I should dye my hair?" I ask.

"What?" she asks.

"Yeah, I've had my natural auburn hair my whole life, why not change it up a bit?" I ask.

"It depends on the colour, and the six point three million followers that follow that Amy Write hair fan page on Instagram."

"Should we do a poll on twitter?" I ask getting excited. I set it up. "A. is red B. is blue C. is purple and D. is keep it natural." I say.

"Wait, what about the photoshoot pictures?" she asks. I sigh and call the owner of the record company.

"It's fine. Now?" I ask. She nods and smiles. I post the poll and we set a ten minute timer.

She goes to the closest shop and when the timer goes I text her and she checks the results. All she says is that I will be dying my hair. I want it to be a surprise. She buys the three boxes of hair dye and comes back I close my eyes and she starts the process. She snapchats the whole thing. While the dye is processing she gets a couple texts.

"It's the magazines, they want the first pictures of your new hair once it's done." She says.

"Nah, you can tell them to fuck off." I say and sip my water. She laughs and texts away. The timer goes and she washes the dye out. She dries my hair and puts in the moose stuff so my hair doesn't frizz from the hair dryer and my natural waves come back.

"Ready?" She asks. I nod and he spins the chair around.

"Oh, my god, I love it." I say, it's a dark fire red, I play with it.

She posts my reaction to snapchat and we do a mini photoshoot and I post it across my social media.

"Well, I've got to go, you have the next two days off by the way." She says and I hug her by the front door. She goes in her car and as she leaves another car comes in. The car parks and Adam steps out. I sigh and he gives me a small smile.

"When did you dye your hair?" he asks.

"About an hour ago, it's been all over I'm surprised you didn't know." I say.

"I'm not on social media." He says as we walk in.

"Why not?" I ask.

"Well, if you have high priority clients like you it's not practical plus I hear you and see you enough on TV and the radio, I don't think I could handle seeing you everywhere else." He says. I nod carefully.

"Well, I'll be outside." He says and turns to the door.

"Adam?" I ask and he turns around.

"You can stay inside, just move the monitors. It's too cold out there." I say. He smiles and gives me a small nod.