Fifty Shades of Andley (Discontinued)

Chapter One

Andy's P.O.V

"Now you have my mobile number don't you?" 

I smiled as my room mate and best friend, Christian Coma asked me the same question that he had done about less then five minutes ago. Christian was an insanely huge panickier, especially about the safety and welfare of yours truly, but that's what made me love him immensely so.

"Yes Chuppy, For the thousandth time," I chucked and punched him playfully on the arm.

He grinned at me, his hundred  megawatt smile. "I know, I just get so-"

"Panicked? Terrified? Scared?" I teased, arching one plucked eyebrow at him.

He laughed, a great booming sound which echoed off the metal walls of the elevator. "Precisely,"

The elevator came to a smooth stop and the doors slid open to reveal a new Manhattan morning. We stepped out in sync and Christian automatically gripped my upper arm in his hand, I rolled my eyes fondly at his over protective gesture and let him lead me to the double doors which was the entrance to the block of flats that we lived in. He stopped just outside the doors and pulled me close to him.

"Are you sure you don't want me to walk you to work?" he asked, concern laced in his brown eyes, those eyes that could melt any women he wanted, or in Chuppy's case any man.

"I know the way Chuppy, They gave me instructions on how to get there when I accepted the job,"

"Yes but sometimes directions can be proved false," he whispered.

I grinned and enveloped him in a tight hug. "I'll be fine Chuppy,"

His strong arms came around me and crushed me to his body. "Be safe,"

Giving him one last squeeze, we released each other and made our farewells. I watched him go, strolling down the busy Manhattan streets, occasionally he would glance back at me as if reassuring himself that I was still okay. I giggled and waved one last time at him before setting off in the opposite direction as him, towards the office where I was going to be working in. 

Breathing in the fresh air I tottered along in the new high heels I had purchased for the job, there was no denying that I didn't look good, I thought as I caught my reflection in one of the shops windows. But unfortunately I wasn't the model here, Christian was, he had moved to Manhattan with me so he could try and pursue his dream. Of course his dream wasn't being a model but he had figured that it would be a good chance to get himself recognised. 

Christian certainly had the looks to be a model and defiantly the figure, occasionally when we used to share showers I hadn't been able to resist to glance at his muscular frame. It made me, thin and lanky Andy, look worse then I already was. But even though I was unsure about my body, I still had the looks of a Russian doll according to my Dad. When I was little my dad used to toss me into the air and catch me then when my face was bright red from his playfulness, he would tickle me and croon;

"You look like a Russian doll with cheeks as rosy as that! What a little beauty you are!"

My heart clenched at the memory of my father, I missed him so much and I knew mum did too, she always tried to hide it with each new husband she got, but I always knew she really never had got over my dad. I was abruptly jerked out of my thoughts as a cab screeched to a stop in front of me, the cab driver leaned out of the window and started yelling obscenities at me.

"Watch it! I'm walking here!" I shouted at him, flipping him the finger and kicking his bumper as I tottered off. 

Some people can be so rude