Caught Up In You (Johnny Depp Fanfiction) ✔

part 4

Nice. He's sleeping.

I slowly get off the bed and walk around the house. Snap some photos incase I can make some fake news about his house. This house is amazing.

Then I look to the picture of him in the wall. It's a picture of him in 1987. 8 years ago.

The house is kind of classic. Filled with italian arts. I can't believe a rocker like him have a mellow side.

I feel my stomach is asking for food. So I want to check if he had some food to eat.

"Hungry, baby?" A sleepy voice greeted me.

Followed by hands wrapped around my waist.

I turn around to face johnny leaning on me. His eyes are shut.

"Just thirsty, john" I said.

"You wanna see my arts?" He said, still with his eyes closed.

"Well, I would love to" I lied.

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He took me to a room. Filled with art works.

There's many painting of his ex which I know.

"I made it all myself" he said.

I never thought that he can paint. I have no idea.

"Beautiful" I said.

"Thanks" he said.

"Well, baby. Do you want to-"

"Uhm.. Sit down, so I can draw you?" He said.

"Okay" I said

This room has a long sofa in it. And that's it. Just a long sofa.

He told me to pose and I lay on the sofa. Looking up to the sealing.

"Perfect" he said

He come to me and get to the top of me. I don't know what will happen next.

"Have You finished it?" I asked.

"Not yet. But I can continue it after" he said

"After-?"

He pressed his body againts mine make me not able to move. He cupped my face and kiss me hard.

"Johnny.." I moan.

I can't breath. I don't know what this moron wants from me but he treated me like a trash. Maybe another fan would like to feel this but I won't. I'm NOT his fan.

I get up, and sit.

"Sorry" he exclaimed.

"You do this to every fans?" I asked.

He looked at me and sigh.

"No. Never" he said.

"I'm alone here. No one ever come here before" he said.

I get up and leave him to the bedroom. Trying to pack my things up.

God, I can't concentrate if he keep looking at me like this? I don't want the real purpose of this being forgotten.

I better go. No. I Just NEED to go.

"Courtney, you're sure you want to go?" Johnny leaning by the door. Giving me his puppy eyes.