Chapter 4:

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I heard voices echoing and cameras from outside my hospital room.
What the hec-
The door flung open, Alan Rickman stood there flustered.
AHHHHHHHH ITS REALLY HIM IT WASNT ALL A DREAM HOLY SH-
The door slammed shut, voices from behind the door faded a little, all I could faintly hear was, "Mr Rickman! Alan over here! Is it true you saved a girl?"  I groaned.
Please no. Anything but the press..

Alan sighed and dragged a chair over next to my bed.
My stomach swooped with butterfly's.
"They've been following me everywhere after my assistant leaked about the car crash thing."
I groaned again.
The fuck?!
He chuckled, tensing my arms up and giving me goosebumps.
I said it aloud didn't I. Fuuuuckkkk!

"Yes. You did say it out loud, has it become a habit?" I felt myself go red in the face, lifting the duvet above my head, I snuggled into my pillow, hiding.
I heard him laugh heartily, his low voice making more goosebumps erupt on my arms.

He took it off my face and spoke up, a phone ringing in his pocket.
"I have to go, I'll see you tomorrow."  He took the phone from his pocket and answered it, standing up and turning around.
"Yes, Tell her to grab her stuff and go Stella. Thank you. Yes yes That will be fantastic for dinner. Thank you Stella, yes bye." He rushed and hung up, smiling and waving to me as he left.

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 17, 2020 ⏰

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