When I'm With You [Zen X Reader]

[Chapter One]: The Crazy Fan Named Lily

(Y/N)'s POV

I skimmed through the hundreds of emails I received. Some were simply fans who believed this was my boyfriend's private email and that he would miraculously respond to their messages,  while others were job offers from theatrical companies and modeling agencies. A sigh escaped my lips.

This was such a drag.

Ever since Zen starred in that one play with the infamous Echo Girl, my inbox had been filling up non-stop with fangirls and job requests. Of course, I didn't have to answer them all, but it was overwhelming.

At the time, I had been so excited for Zen. He had finally been recognized for his talent. (But, I cannot disagree that his handsome looks were also partially responsible.)

After the premiere, he looked so delighted with how popular the production had been. We stayed for hours afterwards just so he could sign autographs for a bunch of giddy fans. It had even gotten so outrageous that the security had to help Zen get to the car while a crowd of people attempted to get near him. It's not that he didn't want to give all of his adoring new fans autographs. The fact was: it was already midnight. The actor was exhausted! All he wanted was to cuddle up under the sheets with his beloved girlfriend, (that being me), and have a warm a peaceful sleep. We made it to the limo safe and sound, but that wasn't the end of it.

I remember our whispered words to each other in the jetblack vehicle. His face was brimming with pride and satisfaction. It lifted my heart into heaven to see him so happy. Besides, I knew had hard he worked and all the irritation he had to keep inside while performing with Echo Girl. Trust me, she was the worst actor on set and she completely blamed everyone else for it. She was a complete nuisance. Even with her rich father, it was a mystery how she became so famous.

When had finally gotten back, I had opened the door to a young girl standing there eagerly hugging a piece of white cardboard to her chest. She wore a school uniform with a blue skirt that was shredded up at the bottom and a beige cotton vest that was halfway up her torso. Her black knee-socks had gaping holes like she had been tearing at them for hours. Her milky brown hair was disheveled and her circular glasses were distributed diagonally on her face. The only thing that looked untouched were her shiny black shoes. The girl looked as if she had just escaped from a tornado.
I jumped out of the car, a sudden worry for this poor girl, "Oh my god! Are you okay?"

She simply looked past me and into the limo. It was if she hadn't even noticed that I was standing in front of her. I was about to repeat my questioning before she let out a deafening shriek, "ZEN!"

My albino boyfriend stepped out of the limo, a concerned look plastered on his face, "Is something the matter?" He inquired, his gazed focused on me before it shifted towards the shabbily clothed brunette.

The girl hopped up and down, squealing loudly, "EEEEEEEEE~! IT'S ZEN! IT'S REALLY HIM!"

"Ah, are you a fan? How did you get here?" Zen's eyes widened and his voice was soaked in confusion. He grimaced at her horrible state of appearance.
The schoolgirl pointed to the top of the limo with a wide grin spread across her pinkish face, "I followed ya here, of course! I really really really want 'yer autograph!"

Our mouths dangled open as we stared at the lunatic. How could she have possibly ridden atop of the limo? That was outrageously dangerous! She could have died. It was incomprehensible of how she could have survived and act completely fine. Especially not as energetic as the girl was.

"Are you alright?" Zen ignored her request. His concern was too great to care about such trivial things like an autograph.

Although my albino boyfriend was a narcissist, he still harbored an altruistic side.

The fan stood still as her face quickly heated up, forming a pink color in her cheeks. You could practically see the steam rising from her blushed skin. Her voice became softer and she looked towards her feet. The brunette let out no more than a gentle whisper as she spoke, "Oh, I'm alright. Thank 'ya for caring, sir."

Zen let out a sigh. It's not like anything could've been done. Besides, she seemed perfectly healthy and well.
Zen snatched the material from his fan's grasp. Her expression quickly changed from surprised to happy. He wrote his signature in a black sharpie he had been carrying around the entire day, "Here you are," he handed it back to her.

The schoolgirl hugged it tightly to her chest and jumped up and down squealing.

We both stared at her and waited for her to finish her little celebration. I didn't really say much to her, considering she had not even acknowledged that I was there. But, then a thought crossed my mind, "Excuse me. I'm sorry to interrupt but, how do you plan on getting home?"
I honestly expected her to ignore me, like she had before. But, she surprisingly didn't.

The schoolgirl stopped and adjusted her spectacles. She didn't my eyes at all. Her gaze only drifted over towards Zen. That was before she spun around, supposedly scanning her surroundings before she came to a stop.

The girl gave me a close-eyed grin and shrugged her shoulders, "No clue," She sang.

"I could get a taxi for you if you give me your information," Zen offered, his phone now in his gloved hand.
She seemed to be more than welcome to spill her information out to Zen. Her words tumbled out, one after another. The only thing I got from it was that her name is Lily See.

Unlike me, Zen was quick and somehow translated the blurb that Lily spoke. He had searched her address on his phone in no time.

"Oh god," Zen put a finger to his chin to ponder, "You live quite a way aways from here. A taxi would be quite expensive..."

Zen looked towards me, as if asking my opinion. I knew what he was thinking: if she could stay the night with us, specifically in my room.

With a sigh, I nodded. I really just wanted to spend the night alone with my boyfriend, but I guess that was off the table.

"Thank you, my princess," Zen projected (and a bit too loudly, if I might add) and blew me a kiss.
I tucked a strand of my (h/c) hair behind my ear and averted my eyes to my shoes. A gentle blush rose on my cheeks. No matter how many times he called pet names, it still made my heart leap.

When I looked back up I could almost swear that I saw Lily glaring at me, but the brunette quickly turned her head when she caught me peeking.
I guess the boring details aren't worth mentioning in detail, so I'll do you a favor and skip over them.

Zen had offered Lily to stay, and with no surprise: she happily accepted. Not long after, I was introduced to a night of disasters.