Rolling in the Deep

Part 4

<<<< Amita help SOS>>>>

<<<< Whats up doll?>>>>

<<<<< The celeb, I know who he is!!!!>>>>

<<<<< WHO????>>>>

You attached the screenshot you took of the magazine article. Waiting for the reply, you transferred into you chair and waited. Taron or Daves curtain was pulled around his bed as the nurse gave him his meds and the doctor did his rounds. After what seemed like an age Amita appeared in the doorway, Damn its y/n I was just out of the shower, so come on garden she grinned. Glancing at the curtain around the bed.

Once you were out in the freedom of the garden, you wheelied back and forth, biting your lip. What the hell am I going to do Amita, I mean this is not joke now Amita was in fits of giggles, loving the way you squirmed and stressed. Babe, what is there to do? she laughed I mean whats the big deal? biting the inside of your cheek, you groaned Ameeet, its so not funny, I cant do this with the real him around, you dont understand Amita you looked sadly and Amita began to realise that you were not just fangirling over Taron.

Oh, babe. You actually really REALLY like HIM dont you?, but you dont even know him, not the real him she tried to reassure you Thats the problem, Ive kind of created this whole person in my head and what if hes not like that, they say you should never meet your idols she sighed Hey, dude hes just a guy, you know like all the others she could see that you were now tying yourself up in knots.

I cant explain it Amita, but think about the person closest to you, the person that means everything to you, then they turn up, in here, when your like this you burst into tears. Amita pulled you toward her and hugged your shoulder. Babe, its ok. You just must treat him as Dave, and see what happens, stop with the what ifs She stroked your hair as you wiped your eyes.

Amita, we have to get rid of my DVD library you groaned, making her laugh. What about all that fanfic stuff you have saved on your laptop. Oh, hells bells you whimpered burying your head. It couldnt be Ryan fucking Gosling could it you mumbled.

From the other side of the hedge, Taron (Dave) smiled. He hadnt meant to overhear, he had stormed out to the garden, when the doctors had refused to listen. He didnt want to hear nothing more we can do or No further treatment so grabbing his book, hed run. When the girls appeared laughing and giggling, he meant to move or at least alert them to his existence. But when he heard you mention his name, his real one and not the alias he was using, he became frozen to the spot.

He hadnt thought much about the girl he was sharing with; she had been kind to him and seemed genuine. He thought about her crying the previous night and had spent a while wondering if he should try and talk to her, he hated that he couldnt just go over to her, he would have done before. But now his body was against him. He puffed on his cigarette as he thought about what she had said about him. Weirdly he found he did understand where she was coming from, even though he wasnt sure he had ever felt quite the same strength of emotion towards any of his own heroes. Then he remembered meeting Joanie Mitchell and taking a deep breath, he nodded to himself.

Sharing a room with y/n was going to be more fascinating than he first thought. He was at first worried the girls would expose his secret, but they seemed cool and his worries were lessened when Amita had mentioned treating him like Dave. The last thing he needed now, was any of that nonsense. He didnt want to be Taron Egerton right now.