My hero, my lover.

Chapter 1.

My name is Rebecca Scott and i'm a 23 year old woman who has a massive obsession with Alan Rickman. I work 24/7 but I hate my job. I work in a local supermarket. They mess about with my hours so much and they deducted money if you do over time. I know it is wrong but that is the way the manager has to pay me back because i'm not dating him. He has been with every female worker at the store.

Im driving home from work at 10 o'clock at night because of my hours. I'm driving through the empty streets of the village I live in. I pulled up in my driveway of my flat and turned the key so the engine is turned off and pulled the key out of the ignition, opened the car door and locked the door behind me. I dug my hand into my handbag and pulled out my front door keys and put the key through the hole and turned it waiting for the bolt to shift unlocking the door. I pushed the door open and closed it then locked it again. I hung my bag up and pulled out my phone from the front pocket and put it into my butt pocket of my work trousers.

I looked behind me and looked at my signed picture of Alan Rickman. I met him at a film promotion seminar and was right at the front of the crowd and managed to get him to sign my poster. I was so happy I could have passed out. I had the shakes. I shook my head to get out of my flashback. I walked down my hallway and looked at all my other signed posters of Alan. He seems to remember me from every signing I have gone to that he has been to too.

I walked into my kitchen and flicked the switch on my kettle making it begin to boil. I lazily grabbed a mug out of the cupboard and put it down in front of the kettle and chucked a tea bag into the mug and two sugars afterwards. The kettle boiled and I poured the water into the mug and poured the milk in and finished making my tea. I picked up my mug and placed it on the table and walked to my fridge freezer and pulled out a microwaveable meal and placed it in the microwave for 3 minutes. I walked upstairs and flicked my shoes off and put my slippers on.

I walked back downstairs and the microwave beeped. I pulled it out and so I shock the container and put it back in for another 3 minutes. I sat down and picked up my tea and sipped it. I yawned and put the tea back down again and walked over to the mirror in the hallway. I pulled out my hair band and brushed the knots out of my hair. The microwave beeped for the last time this evening. I poured the meal onto a plate, placed it onto the table and grabbed my cutlery out of the draw and sat down and tucked into my meal.

I thought about the Movie convention that is happening next week that i'm going to. Alan is also going so I need to buy another poster of him. I finished my dinner and put the plate into the dish washer as well as my empty mug and dragged myself up stairs and into the bathroom to start running a bath. I walked into my bedroom and pulled out clean Pj's and towels out of my cupboard. I walked out of my room and into the bathroom again I closed and locked the door though I live alone. I got out of my clothes and into the refreshingly hot bath. I relaxed a little before doing the usual things you do in a bath.

I got out and dressed myself. I couldn't be bothered to dry my hair so I went to bed with wet hair.

I apologise for this being a boring chapter, believe me they get A LOT better. So if you want more please leave a comment saying so and I will try to upload as much as possible.