Watch Over Me ☆ a.i. [complete]

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A/N: If anyone gets the Marianas Trench reference in this part, I’ll love them forever

It had been a week — well, a week and two days, to be specific — since the fire in my office building and the strange encounter with my guardian angel.

It had also been a week (and two days) since he disappeared on me, leaving me to wonder if it had all just been a figment of my imagination, my shock talking. Maybe I had fallen asleep that day, missed work and seen the news, and… Just dreamt up the whole thing.

But somehow, that just didn’t make sense. It didn’t add up. How could I have imagined that, and to such detail? I mean, yeah okay, I always had a soft spot for guardian angel stories and who wouldn’t love a boy with an Australian accent, but… It’s impossible. I couldn’t possibly have imagined that whole day.

I sighed, shaking my head and coming back to the situation at hand. It was currently Saturday evening, and Lindsey being herself, had something planned for tonight. I was sitting on her bed and watching as she was digging through her closet for something for me to wear.

“We need to get your mind off of this Ashton guy,” she was saying, “because this is totally unhealthy.”

“How so?” I inquired, rubbing my temples. I was in no mood to go out, but Lindsey was insisting on dragging me along with her to this new nightclub that had opened up down the road.

“Because, even if you did randomly meet some Aussie hottie in the street, you didn’t give him your number,” she stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Therefore, you can’t wait around for him, because he probably though you were uninterested and moved on.”

“He does know where I live,” I pointed out.

Lindsey turned to me and rolled her eyes as she threw me a red dress. “Okay, sure. Now go put this on.”

I shook my head again, standing up and heading to the bathroom. I looked at the dress she had thrown me and my face contorted into an expression of disgust. This was way too skimpy for me.

“Lindseeey,” I groaned, stepping back into her room and throwing her the dress. “No way.”

“Come on, Y/N! You have a body, show it off!”

“Why can’t I just wear my jeans?” I countered, gesturing to my skinny jeans before crossing my arms across my chest. “And maybe a nice top, or something? I’m in no mood to wear something that shows off the majority of my body.”

Lindsey rolled her eyes before turning around, plucking something out of her closet and throwing it to me. I looked over it: it was a black sleeveless shirt, coated in sequins, and I knew that that was her absolute last resort before she made me go completely naked. And knowing Lindsey, that was actually a possibility.

I slipped the shirt on, and when I stepped out of the bathroom, Lindsey was wearing a figure hugging purple dress and trying to slip on sky-high heels. She turned to look at me, and grinned. “Alright, that doesn’t look too bad.”

And once Lindsey was done with her makeup, we were out of the house and walking down the streets. As we stepped into the club, all the cat-calls that made themselves heard didn’t seem to phase Lindsey at all. She seemed to revel in them. I, on the other hand, hated the attention. So when Lindsey dragged off some attractive blond to the dance-floor, I slipped away to the bar.

I sat down on one of the stools and ordered myself a drink, looking around idly when a pair of emerald green eyes met my own. I shot the guy a grin before looking away, trying not to blush because goddamn, that was one attractive person.

Next thing I knew, the stool beside me was occupied.

"Hey there," a voice said, and I looked up to see the same green eyes, only this time a hell of a lot closer to me.

"Hello," I all but squeaked, cursing myself for being socially awkward.

But to my greatest relief, the gorgeous guy in front of me only chuckled amusedly and extended a hand out to me. “I’m Jake.”

"Y/N," I answered, shaking his hand and taking a sip of my drink.

"So, Y/N, what brings you out here?" he asked, his eyes alight.

"My friend insisted on dragging me out," I rolled my eyes.

"You seem really excited about it," he pointed out with a laugh.

I chuckled and shrugged. “Yeah, well hey, maybe the night’s turning around. What brings you out here, Jake?”

"Oh, just wanted to get out. Recently lost my job, been a bit under the weather…"

I gave him a sympathetic face. “Same here.”

"Really?" he asked curiously.

"Yeah, you might have seen it on the news, but the floor I was working on caught fire."

"I saw that!" his eyes widened. "You’re alright though, yeah?"

"Yeah, by some crazy chance I was running late," I smiled slightly, downing the last of my drink. "Hey, you wanna dance?"

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"And you know what he said next?" I giggled, leaning on Jake slightly for support.

"No, tell me?" he giggled as well, wrapping an arm around my shoulders as we walked down the pavement to my place. Lindsey had left with the blond boy, and I had seen this scenario entirely too many times. But eh, it was her life.

"He said… Pomegranate!" And with that, I burst out laughing, my intoxicated mind thinking that it was the most hilarious joke I could ever have told.

Although, seeing as Jake was pretty much as tipsy as I was, he found it hilarious as well. He threw his head back with laughter, his voice echoing in the silent street.

I giggled before pointing to my apartment building, and said, “Well, that’s me.”

I stumbled up the stairs slightly, Jake right behind me. I turned around, my back against the door as I grinned up at him. “Not tonight, buddy.”

"Oh I know," he grinned back before cupping my cheek and kissing me gently on the lips. "You’ll call me?"

"Mm, maybe," I laughed, pushing at his chest playfully. "I’ll text you."

"That sounds good," he grinned, kissing me again before stumbling down the stairs, waving at me and walking off.

I grinned, watching him until he was no longer in sight, then turned around and stepped into my apartment.

However, as I flipped on the lights, I heard footsteps coming out of the living room.

I clutched my purse to my chest with one hand and grabbed an umbrella that was hanging beside the door, ready to strike and run.

But when curly, dark blonde hair came into sight, I dropped the umbrella with a clatter. “Ashton? What the hell?”