Starstruck

Prologue

I stand on the corner outside a café, seemingly waiting for someone as people going about their daily business, slide past me along the empty narrow section of pavement. I look up and smile as I see him making his way towards me.

"Hey." He smiles right back at me.

"Hey, yourself." My arms seem to lift themselves and wrap around him, pulling him in for a hug. I gently pull back, clear my throat and laugh slightly. "Sorry. This is just a little surreal for me – being here, with you."

His laugh is like music to my ears. "No worries." He moves a step closer and gestures in front of us. "Maybe you'd feel more comfortable if we went inside and sat down?"

I nod my head, as if completely lost for words in his presence, and take the lead, noticing the feel of his hand on my lower back. Before I know it, we are sat down at a table away from the other customers (just how I like it), drinks in hand.

We chat and laugh about this and that and I feel myself start to smile at the image. Everything feels so real, and I lose myself in the moment as we now stand outside the café while the light of day starts to descend. He stands in front of me, almost a little nervous too, which is odd given he was nothing but charming and chatty before this.

As if I have no control over anything that is happening, he is leaning into me clearly about to kiss me, so I follow suit and close the gap the between us, resting my hands on his chest and he holds the back of my head before pressing his lips to mine.

I smile wider than ever before as my heart leaps, which doesn't make any sense when I can still see myself kissing him. It becomes apparent rather quickly that this is just some figment of my imagination, and I shake my head bringing myself back to reality.

Now back with the land of the living, I glance around my lounge feeling the lingering feelings of sadness descend.

I never used to be like this; I never used to get this hung up on a guy. Not until he came into my life.

Nolan Taylor.

I smile every time I see, hear or think his name. It's just a natural reaction and I always find myself making connections to him no one else could possibly think of. Unless you are also a fan of him of course. Thing is, then I make the mistake of telling my friends about it and they just don't get it. Any of it. They don't get my love for him; they don't get the whole fangirl thing, so it's a wonder I ever told them about my fan page for him. It sounds childish, but it's my own way of fangirling about him without getting judged. It's an outlet for my ridiculous dreams and desires surrounding him. I get a safe place to vent, and my friends don't have to hear it - it's a win win situation really.

Although, I do have AJ, my other best friend, who thankfully also loves Nolan as much as I do.

Well, almost. I'll get to that later. Maybe when I've got a few drinks in me because honestly that is the craziest shit you'll ever hear about, and you will definitely wonder how I still function as a normal human being.

At least, most of the time I do.

Except when he is around. Whether it be his voice, his smile, just his face in my head sometimes - whatever it is, if it's got Nolan Taylor all over it, then I am unreachable in the real world for the foreseeable future.

I act like the whole thing makes sense to me, but it doesn't. I don't have one clue why he affects me the way he does; why his voice affects me the way it does. Or even just his name. If I hear his name, I smile instantly without fail. Even when I am going through a period of hating him for whatever reason, and that is usually because of how he makes me feel deep down. Yet sometimes, even I don't know how to class that feeling. Sometimes I think I'm in love with him, but then I give myself an instant reality check and tell myself it's just a supremely, awfully, ridiculously huge crush.