"Lola, care to tell us why you're always stopping by at the hospital?!" "Are you pregnant with Christian Smith's child?!" "Are you dying?!" Was screamed at me from every direction as I tried getting to my car.

Somehow everyone got word that I was here at the hospital, so that explains the paparazzi crowding around me, screaming ridiculous questions at me all at once.

Like seriously, am I dying? Do I look like I'm dying?

Regardless nothing can take me off of my high, Mark has finally woken up.

I'm not going to lie, when he was waking up, his face scrunched up in discomfort made my heartbeat quicken. The doctors rushed in once I pressed the red help button, and did a bunch of tests. Nothing is severely wrong with him, since he's been asleep for so long his immune system is weak, and his eyesight is not twenty-twenty anymore, however, nothing too bad glasses can't fix.

When Mark first opened his eyes he couldn't see and started panicking, while patting everywhere around him. I called out to him and reached for his hand, once my skin came in contact with his own he relaxed, and the doctor's continued testing him.

I spent at least two hours catching him up on everything, Chris left a while ago having to get ready for the photo shoot we have to do for Endlessly.

Not wanting to leave Mark alone he shooed me away with a smile and told me I better come back tomorrow.

"Be safe," I whispered kissing his forehead. Being extra hesitant in leaving Mark due to the notes and the drawing, I leave my lips on there for more than normal.

Mark pushes my head away and says, "Have you developed a crush on me from all the staring you've been doing?" I scoff, mumbling over my shoulder, "Idiot."

Now here I am, attempting to get to my car so I can make it to the photoshoot on time. However, the paparazzi hounding me is making it very difficult.

Bright white flashes of camera's taking pictures flash in every direction, distracting me, making me feel like I'm going blind.

"Move it," the security guard of the hospital exclaims, pushing and shoving every single annoying person out of my way.

I speed walk with my head down once my path is cleared, I try to get into the safe place of my car fast.

"Are you having a threesome with the man you were photographed with in the car and your Co-star Christian Smith?" Someone screamed from behind me.

All the patience that I was attempting to keep me sane in front of all these people flew out the window, I whipped around to face whoever screamed out that ridiculous question.

"Everyone listen up," I yell trying to get all their attention, "Ma'am, don't waste your time with these idiots?" The security stated firmly.

"I just need to clear one thing up," I say before looking at the growing crowd, "Hello I hope everyone's having a great day. This hospital has gotten numerous complaints about all of you being too loud, and disturbing the well-being of the patients who are being treated in this hospital. I get that this is your job, and this is how you pay your bills and put food on your table. When I first started getting into acting I knew how much my life would change, and I get that I will be photographed. However, I would please ask when I'm at a hospital please don't wait at the entrance for me, have some respect for the other patients that need their rest to get better, don't do it for me...do it for them."

With that I turn around and yank my car door open, once seated I quickly lock my doors and reverse out of my parking spot.

I groan out in frustration when they all crowd around my car making it impossible for me to continue driving. More security guards run out of the building and push them out of my path.

A sigh of relief leaves my lips as I'm finally on the road driving to my photoshoot. Looking down at the apple watch that rests on my wrist, I panic when I see that I'm already five minutes late, and I still have to drive twenty minutes away.

"Siri text Chris," I speak out loud to my phone.

"What do you want to say?" Siri's robotic voice says back at me.

"Got caught in the middle of paparazzi, going to be twenty-five minutes late, tell Liam I'm sorry," I respond, before telling Siri to send it.

***

"I wonder what it's like to be loved by you," I scream out singing along to my favourite singer Shawn Mendes.

I dance around in my seat trying to waste my time away, "Holy shit," I scream, pressing down hard on the breaks and gripping my steering wheel tightly, swerving out of the way.

Hearing cars honking in the distance, my car smashes into the curb of the road.

My heart skips a beat, I know that was on purpose.

"My God," I whisper looking in the rearview mirror, trying to find the car that came out of nowhere trying to hit me.

Finding it nowhere in sight I frown, I reach over the center console and grab my phone that fell on the floor due to the fast swerving, I dial Chris number and wait impatiently.

"Chris," I breathe in the phone heavily, trying to stop the tears that are begging to be let out.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He rushed out panicked.

"Someone tried to hit me," I whisper looking all around me in panic.

"What do you mean someone tried to hit you?" he forces out tightly.

Sighing, I explain, "Someone tried to hit my car with theirs."

Silence fills the line, "Where are you, are you okay, are they still there?" he rushes out, his breath coming out in short gasps.

"I'm fine just startled, but my car took a hit on the curb, and the person... well they took off."

"Who would want to do this?"

"The same person leaving threats, that's who."

"You know what we need? He questions, "Professional help and a bodyguard for you."

"Chris-"

He interrupts, "That's not up for discussion, we'll talk about this later, right now all I need to know is where you are." he states hard, and rushed.

"My curb is just hit, but it's good enough to drive, stay there I'll come to you."

He stresses, "Are you sure?"

"I'm only five minutes away, I'll see you soon."

"Please be careful, call me if you need anything," he rushes out.

"Will do," I say before hanging up.

***

"Alright, Chris I want your hand around her waist, hold her close and tip her chin up with your finger and leave it there. Lola I want your hands intertwined together behind his neck, look up at him and give a smile."

Chris and I follow the directions of the photographer, Chris looks at me with so much intensity which I know is from our previous phone call.

It's hard acting all happy and fine when I'm not, I'm terrified.

"Chris lighty place your lips on Lola's and hold it for five seconds."

He places his lips onto mine, lightly brushing them against mine.

Camera flashes go off all around us, "Now Lola I want you to wrap your legs around his waist, then place your foreheads together and pause."

"Hop on babe," he jokes quietly so no one can hear.

"Eye-eye captain," I playback.

Pacing my forehead against his while in the air being supported by Chris, "I'm sorry for scaring you." I say sadly.

"Don't say sorry for something you had no control over."

"No talking you too!" the lady screams out while holding her camera up to her face and continues snapping pictures of us.

Me and Chris are standing in front of a green screen, the editors are planning on making the background of the movie poster dramatic, and eye-catching.

"Okay guys, Chris, you can put her down, we're done," she instructs before looking down at her camera.

"But I don't want to put you down," he whines lowly for only me to hear. "You're such a baby," I whisper back slapping his shoulder lightly with the back of my hand.

He pouts, "But I'm your baby."

Walking over to the lady that took our pictures, I stick out my tongue playfully over my shoulder at him.

"I'm the baby," he mumbles then scoffs.

"Can I see the pictures?" I ask politely standing beside where she stands.

She smiles, "of course dear, they're beautiful."

She leans the camera in my direction while scrolling through the pictures, Chris comes behind me and looks as well.

"Your amazing," I state smiling over at her direction, "It's amazing how you can make this one," I point over my shoulder to my boyfriend, "Look okay"

He whines, crossing his arms across his chest, "Hey."

I immediately press my finger on the screen stopping her scrolls, "What's that?"

"We thought it would be fun to take some pictures of Chris to waste time because you were late," she explains, watching me closely as I peer at the beautiful picture in front of me.

"This is perfect for the movie poster," I think out loud.

"You think so?" she questions.

"Yes, I love how you can only see his head that's rested on top of his crossed arms. His eyes have a faraway feel to them, it fits the movie so well."

"Why do you say that, don't you want to be on the cover?" Chris questions with a confused look.

"No I don't have to be... yes this is a love story between Sky and Oliver, however In my opinion the movie mainly focuses on Oliver and his struggles in life. This photo shows the emotion on your face."

"If you like it so much I'll make sure to send it to the movie producers," she says before walking away.

***

"Are you sure?" Chris presses as we walk towards my car because Chris wants to see the damage that was done.

"Yes babe," I laugh, he smiles down at me while throwing his arm around my shoulder and pulling me closer to his side.

Know it's coming, wait for it...

"Do you know what the car looked like?"

I don't feel like talking about the almost crash, but the seriousness in his voice stops me from saying so, "It was a black Honda, that's all I remember."

Once we get to my car he walks around it in a circle before stopping at the bumper, "I'll get my mechanic to fix this." he tells me, touching the smashed metal lightly with his pointer finger.

"What's that?" I ask pointing towards my windshield that has something placed in the wipers. Chris looks over to where I'm pointing, he stands up from his crouched position and reaches for the object with a raised eyebrow.

I walk over to him and peer down at the object.

A white rose, it was dipped into a red substance just at the ends of the rose, making it look like blood.

What the hell?

"That's not," I trail off, looking up at Chris, "Shit I don't know."

"Who the hell is stalking you? This isn't safe anymore, first, it was kind of creepy, now this is dangerous. I'm taking you to your condo, pack a few bags you're staying at my place until this is figured out." he says angrily, clenching the rose in his hands.

"I can't run away."

Chris turns slowly towards my body, "You don't have a say in this."

"I'm going to contact authorities tomorrow morning, let's go get some of your stuff, leave your car here, I'll tell some to pick it up for fixing."

Living with Christian all alone, what can go wrong?

Hope you guys liked the chapter!

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Peace out, till tomorrow...

Xoxo, Lexi