I was grinning like an idiot as I plugged my phone into its charger and settled under the covers. I have already seemed to have made friends with two of the company's top Divas, and they want to fight to get me working there. I might have to take up the offer of work. I will have to talk to Dean about it tomorrow. Dean Ambrose… He is sleeping in my house. In the next room. Holy crap. I did a little dance of excitement. This has to be a dream. I close my eyes and drift off, looking forward to the day ahead.

SIERRA, HOTEL, INDIA, ECHO, LIMA, DELTA…

I jolted awake as my alarm blared out from my phone. "Ugh. I don't want to get up!" I groaned as I sat up. Then the thought struck me- "Oh my god! Enter Shikari is tonight!" I leapt out of bed with a newfound excitement, and ran downstairs. Skidding into the kitchen, I plugged my phone into its speaker and put my Shikari playlist on "Shuffle". I danced my way over to the fridge to get some milk for my coffee as Destabilise began playing. I leaned in to grab the milk and, as I stood up, I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. "So, are you excited for tonight?" "WHAT THE SHIT" I screamed as I dropped the milk. I looked up to be met with Dean's smiling face. How the hell did I forget that Dean Ambrose was in my house. God damn it, I thought it was a dream. "You really are clumsy, huh?" Dean stated as I went to grab a towel to clean up the milk. "Well you would freak out too if you forgot that you allowed a stranger to stay in your house" I retorted as Dean came over to help me. Then a thought struck me. "Fuck. That was the last of my milk. I need to get some more… Okay, I am going to quickly get dressed and head out to get some milk. Make yourself at home, I will cook breakfast when I get back". "No worries Emily, I can come with you if you want?" "Oh no it's fine, you chill out while I go!" I called out behind me as I jogged up the stairs.

Five minutes later, I was ready. I had just pulled on yesterday's jeans and a plain vest. Grabbing my jacket, I ran downstairs. Dean was sitting comfortably, watching cartoons. "Right, I have my phone with me, if you need anything, then my number is on the home phone. Just give me a call!" I swiftly grabbed my keys and left, shutting the door quietly behind me. I sped to the shops, the feeling of caffeine withdrawal beginning to take hold. I need my coffee. Desperately. As I parked my car, I felt my phone buzz. "Hello?" I answered as I got out of my car. "Hey Emily, would it be okay if you could pick up some eggs on your journey- Ouch, fuck!" "Of course, what's the matter? Are you okay?" I replied with a distinct air of worry. "Yeah, yeah I'm good, just cramp in my leg. See you in a bit!" He hung up and left me in a slight state of confusion. What the hell is he doing? I should hurry up and make sure he is okay. I dashed into the supermarket and picked up some milk and a box of eggs. I paid for the food and jumped back into my car.

I sped home and quickly parked my car. Jogging up the steps, I managed to balance the milk and eggs in one hand, whilst fishing out my door keys with the other. As soon as I opened the door and hurried inside, the smell of cooking met my nose. Oh god, I didn't leave the stove on again did I?! I ran to the kitchen, and was met with an oddly satisfying sight. There was Dean, humming along to Meltdown as he poured a tin of beans into a pan. I quietly sat down and waited for him to notice my sudden return. As the music died, Dean turned around to grab some bread from the side. "HOLY FUCK EMILY. DON'T SNEAK UP ON PEOPLE." He shouted, clutching his chest. I chuckled as I slid the eggs and milk over to him. "Not nice when people scare the shit out of you, is it? You didn't have to do this you know. I was going to do it when I got back…" "Oh come on, it was the least I could do for you, seeing as you bought me dinner last night, and gave me a place to stay" Dean says as he took some eggs from the carton, "Besides, I couldn't wait much longer. I love English Breakfasts… The bacon. Just- yes." I smiled as he turned back around to face the stove. I flicked the kettle on and grabbed an extra mug from the cupboard. "Coffee?" I called over my shoulder. "Sure. Black please, no sugar… you know, this is oddly domestic. We are like an old married couple, making breakfast together". My stomach fluttered at that thought. I would give anything for tha- STOP. Bad Emily. You don't even know what Dean is really like yet. I suppose I've never been in this position… but I like it… I was growing impatient waiting for the kettle to boil. The whistle began just as Dean was plating up our breakfast. "Look at that timing. We make a great team Em!" The name Em made me stop. Em… No- one has called me that since… "Emily? Are you alright? Did I say something wrong?" Dean gently touched my hand to gain my attention. "No! No, it's just that I don't really get called that anymore. Only two people ever called me Emily and they-""Say no more, I understand. I apologise for making you think about it. Right, let's eat!"

Within no time at all, both of our plates were empty and we were both on our second cup of coffee. "So" Dean started as he placed his cup down, "What can I expect tonight? Screaming fan girls and panties being thrown around?" I nearly choked on my coffee from laughter. "No, no. There will be mosh pits everywhere. Maybe a wall of death or two. Just use some of your wrestling moves. You know how to take bumps, so you should be fine!" Dean looked at me doubtfully. "So people throw punches and stuff whilst dancing? I don't understand. How is that fun? You could seriously hurt yourself." "It's just the adrenaline really. Makes you do crazy stuff. Trust me, it's such good fun. You get the occasional asshole, but you get that wherever you go!"I looked at the time, and realised it was nearly 1pm already. Time really does fly huh… "Right Mr, get yourself freshened up and ready, we can head up early and have a stroll around the gardens outside the venue. The view is pretty awesome." Dean grabbed the plates and put them in the dishwasher. "Can I grab a shower Em? I don't want to smell gross!" "Yeah, sure! You know where the bathroom is. Towels are in the cupboard". "Thanks" He kissed the top of my head on the way out of the room, freezing me in place. Don't freak out, don't freak out. Oh my God. Oh my God. Once I was sure that he had left the room, I did a little jump for joy. "Right, snap out of it now. You need to dress to impress." I jogged up to my room, with a bit of a spring in my step. Tonight will be interesting indeed…

I had laid my outfit on the bed, looking at it critically. Okay, is this too much? I had my "Slipshod" crop top, which I had decided to pair with my high- waisted jeans and a pair of vans. It's not too revealing, but shows a little bit of skin. Why am I trying so hard?! It's not like I am able to impress him enough to make an impact. I heard my door open, and Dean cleared his throat "Um, Emily, do you have a spare shirt? I know it's a long shot, but- oh. I'm sorry. I seem to have a habit of catching you at an inconvenience." It was then that I had realised that I was only wearing a towel, which barely covered the essentials. "Oh! Sure, let me see what I have." I rushed over to my dresser and pulled out a plain black t-shirt. Well, you never know when you need a shirt. "This should fit, I always keep a spare around" I handed him the t-shirt, and it was then that I noticed that he was only covered by a towel around his waist. "You have guys stay here often then?" Dean asked with a smirk on his face. "Oh god no, I um… Mum always said to keep a spare around. You never know when a guest might need one…" "Oh Im sorry. I'll give it back before I leave." I chuckled as he took it from me "No it's cool. Keep it. I don't have guests very often. Now get out so I can get dressed. We are wasting time here! Stop distracting me!" He chuckled as I ushered him out, only catching the end of his sentence before I shut the door "…Nice leg tattoo by the way!."

"Come on Em, you were rushing me, and I'm the one waiting for you!" I heard Dean calling from downstairs. "Hold on, I'm nearly done!" I called from in front of the mirror as I assessed my image for the third and final time. In the end, I decided on outing soft curls in my hair. Not that it will stay nice for long I sighed. I moved onto my face. I went for the dark, smoky eyes and dark red lips. Casting my eyes over the rest of my outfit, I nod with approval and grab my jacket. I came downstairs to be met with Dean at the bottom, staring at me with a slack jaw. "Wow, you look great. You have a rib tattoo as well huh? How many do you have in total?" The question caught me unawares. "I, uh, I have 6 overall. I'll show you the others another time. Each has a story." I grab my keys and bag as we head to the door. "Stop staring, it's rude." I called over my shoulder as I felt Dean's eyes boring into me. I heard his nervous chuckle as he shut the door behind us. Right, I thought as I climbed in the car. Let's do this. Shikari here we come. As Dean strapped in, I put Enter Shikari on once again. I smiled as "Gandhi mate, Gandhi" began playing as I pulled out of the driveway.

Songs from this chapter:

Destabilise- Enter Shikari

…Meltdown- Enter Shikari

Slipshod- Enter Shikari

Gandhi Mate, Gandhi- Enter Shikari