Her Bodyguard

Studio

Amy's POV

I wake up and hear the shower. I get my phone and play with the cool metal. I bite my lip, I'll just text her.

So, what happened? I ask. She instantly starts typing.

It was my fault. I was so jealous of you. I'm so sorry but I kissed him because I wanted what you had. I turn off my phone and when I go downstairs for breakfast I show my dad.

"And? What do you think?" he asks

"She was drooling over him since he started working for me. I don't think it's so clean cut." I say.

"So ask her." He says. I start typing.

You thought he was hot from the second you met. I type. I put my phone down and eat. My phone soon buzzes.

Yeah, but he was never interested. When I found out who he was I didn't want to like him but I did. When I interviewed him for the job he was just short of begging to see you. I show my dad.

"I think it's time to ask him." he asks as he puts our bowls away.

"Later. I have work to do." I say and my dad nods. I get my old guitar and I lay in my bed playing with random chords. It soon links and I write it down. In half an hour I have two songs done and I send them to the producers.

My dad and I spend the day watching our old favourite movies and we remember old times. It's nice, comforting. I even get a good couple hours of solid sleep. There's a knock at the door.

"Yes?" I hear my dad ask. I then hear the familiar voice of Dan.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"Amy, he is here." Dan says.

"What?" I ask.

"Yeah, would you like us to call the police?" he asks. My dad gives me a certain look and I sigh.

"No, just watch while I talk to him." I say and Dan nods. I give my dad a hug and I walk out of the door.

"Amy?" Adam asks.

"What do you want? Why do you keep following me? Isn't it obvious I don't want to be near you right now?" I ask.

"You have to hear the truth. Then I'll go." He says.

"I've spoken to Abby." I say.

"What did she say?" he asks.

"That she kissed you, she was jealous. She just wanted to feel something." I say.

"Well, that's true, but I should have stopped it. I knew she liked me and I did nothing. I should have said it was unprofessional and I should have nipped it in the bud. I'm sorry." He says. The tears come again.

"Ok." I say. "Is that it?" I ask. He nods. I turn away.

"I love you." He says. I stop for a second then I walk back inside. My dad sees my tears and hugs me.

"What do you want us to do?" Dan asks.

"Send him home." I say. "Then I'll think." I say. Dan nods and leaves. I have a shower and go to bed.

The house hasn't changed since I lived here before. It's basically the same just my room has less things in it. I run my hands on the sheets and I remember the nights we spent here. I grab the guitar and I start writing again. The words and chords just flow out of me.

I send the recording to the producers and I sleep.

The next day I put on my last outfit and decide I'm ready. I go downstairs and my dad hands me breakfast.

"I'm going back today." I say.

"Awe, ok sweetheart. You can come back whenever you want." He says. I nod and we eat. I send for Paul to come at five so we have lunch and make our biscuits together. I take half and he takes half. I give him a long hug.

"See you soon." I say. And he nods. I get in the car and I am taken to my new place. I unpack and watch movies. I scroll through the messages and I tell all the worried fans I'm ok and I just needed to work on music for a while.

Dan comes for night shift and I hug him.

"Dan?" I ask.

"Yeah?" he asks.

"Can you get Adam?" I ask.

"Yeah, why?" he asks.

"He stays outside, he can be my bodyguard but no more, can you just keep your eye on him?" I ask Dan gives me a smile and nods. "And Abby is coming over tomorrow morning." I say. He nods and I go to sleep with a strange sense of peace.

I have a small breakfast and I look out of my window. I watch as Adam talks to Abby. She drives in and I open the door.

"Amy!" she says and holds out her arms to hug. I turn and she puts her arms down.

"You're my PA." I say and we walk in. She nods and we get to work setting up appointments and meetings. I only have one today, it's with the owner of the label and producers. They want the songs I wrote produced and out there ASAP. We already have six songs from a while ago and with these three we will finish my fourth Album.

Adam, Abby, Paul and I go to the recording studio and I am thrust into the booth. These last songs are going to be toned down, just me and my guitar.

I play the first two songs with ease. Then the song I wrote about Adam isn't as easy. I can see him through the glass. He is turned away but I can sort of see his face.

As I sing I watch as tears roll down his face. The song is about wasted memories, our memories. There was pain in my voice when I sent it, heartbreak pain. The pain in my voice this time is the pain of seeing my words hurt Adam. My god am I angry at him but this hurts. Abby goes to the producers to sort out another session so my backup singers can do the backing vocals. I walk out and take Adam to the side so we're out of sight.

"I wrote it when I was angry, I still am but once I send it they choose what goes on the record and what doesn't." I say.

"The song is fine, it just made me remember all the times we had you know? I miss it." he says.

"So do I." I say. He looks at me with an unreadable expression. Abby calls me and I go inside. I listen to the tracks and I give the all clear.

We go home and I go straight to sleep. I need to catch up.