She Will Be Loved

She Will Be Loved (Chapter 6)

Hannah's POV

Adam took a deep breath and closed his eyes leaning his head against the door, his hand still frozen on the handle. "Adam what's going on?" He lightly bangs his head against the door. "Hannah, I am not a normal person. I am not who you think I am. And I am afraid that once you see what's behind this door, you won't want to be here anymore. Which I would understand, because you being here is going to change your world for the rest of your life. But it's the only way that you would let me help you. Please, keep a open mind ok?" By now I had dropped my hand from his, slowly backing away afraid of what he was going to show me. "You're not one of those psychos who keep women locked up in cages and use them like a sick personal sex toy are you?" His mouth drops open as he is stunned by my words. "What?? No! No no no no no no no it's nothing like that." I let out a relieved sigh, "Thank God, because I'm not into that 50 Shades Of Grey shit." He lets out a finally deep breath before opening the door. "Welcome to my office..." I look around the spacious room, noticing how it looked organized yet messy at the same time. There were stacks of papers strung around a glass desk. The computer monitor had sticky notes with messy writing scribbled on them stuck all around the screen. A maroon couch sat next to the desk a accoustic guitar laid across it, a glass coffee table in front of it. The trail of papers continued across it as well. A grand piano sat to the left with sheet music and pens clattered around it. A few more guitars were sitting on stands across the room. Another computer sat in front of the furthest wall, which was mad of glass just like the wall in my room. The computer was connected to a mixing board with wires continueing into what looked to me like a phone booth. "Ummm....ok so you like music? That's supposed to change my way of thinking?" He walked over to the wall I had my back to, "No but this might." I turned around to face him, completely confused of what was going on. "Wha....Holy shit!" Behind him was a wall sized poster of Maroon 5, a couple platnum albums, and a couple lists of Top 100 countdowns. Not to mention countless photos of the boys with hundreds of celebrities. My breathing stopped as I tried to form the words that were swimming around in my brain. "You...you....you're-" My head began to swim as sudden realization hit me. "I...I...I need to sit down.." My knees begin to buckle, Adam catches me before I hit the floor. Then everything went black.

I awoke several hours later in my room, tucked under the blankets. The light spilling through the curtains let me know it must be early morning. I stretch rubbing my eyes, the memories of last night come flooding back. I am living in Adam Levines house. The lead singer of Maroon 5, the one who's songs would bring me comfort during the nights crying in the bathroom. I didn't even know what to do now. He didn't want me to treat him any different, but it is going to be very difficult. The urge to pee hit me in the gut like a prize winning knockout. Jumping out of bed I ran down the hall, sliding into the bathroom to do my morning business. I proceeded to wash my face and brush my teeth. Deciding not to bother Adam I continued down into the kitchen. I should cook him breakfast. Smiling with the thought of cooking I proceeded to turn on the stero in the living room. Turning it on just loud enough to hear in the kitchen. With the sound of Matchbox 20 filling my ears I began to search through the cabnits as well as the fridge finding the ingrediants I needed to begin pancakes, omelets, and bacon. After the coffee finished I began looking for a cup. Yep, top shelf, just like everything else in this damn house. Stretching up on my tip toes I still couldn't reach so I climbed up on the counter, grabbing two cups as well as two plates. After setting the plates and pouring the coffee I proceeded to find a tray to carry it all upstairs. Who doesn't love breakfast in bed? Carefully walking up the stairs I make my way into Adams room. He looked like an angel, the blankets were pulled down to his hips as he lay on his back. His left arm above his head while his right lay by his side. I gently knock on the door as not to startle him. "Adam..?" He stirred a little as I began to move further into the room, "Adam?" I tried again. This time his eyes opened slowly, God he is so attractive. "Good morning," I said smiling, "I made you breakfast." He sat up and pat the spot next to him. I set the tray down and climbed in bed next to him. "Sooo.." This man is going to be the death of me, the raspy sound of his morning voice raked across my skin giving me chills. Unable to trust my voice I just looked at him, cocking up one eyebrow. Blowing on my coffee I cautiously took a sip. He reached up and brushed the hair out of my face and behind my ear, "How are you feeling?" I shrugged my shoulders, wincing as the pain hit me. "I'm a little sore, but other than that I'm fine." I began to cut into my omelet. Shoving a forkful in my mouth I almost melted on the spot. It's been so long since I had real food. "I'm talking about what happened last night. I don't usually have women faint into my arms." I scoffed, swallowing the food in my mouth and bringing the coffee to my lips, "Hard to believe that, you're a rock star for crying out loud." He put his cup down on the bedside table. "You don't think differently of me do you?" I shook my head turning more towards him, "Adam, you are still a human being. After last night, you could have told me you were the king of an alien race, nothing you can tell me will make me think differently." I kiss his cheek to reassure him. He smiles and reaches for the remote, "Would you like to watch some tv?" I nod my head and continue to eat my breakfast. "Oh, and after breakfast we are going shopping, then to get you a dr and and therapist." I nearly spit out my coffee, well this is going to be a long day.