Multi-millionaire Levi Scott was standing on my doorstep with a request to climb out my window. 

"I'm kind of in a hurry," he said jittering from foot to foot.

All I could manage to do was open the door further and allow him to slip inside. His eyes swept across the unimpressive space of my apartment before he located the window. He hesitantly crept towards it, keeping his back pressed against the wall before he reached the curtains. 

I was so immersed in watching him that I almost didn't hear my phone ringing. It was a distant hum in the background. It took me a second to get a hold of my surroundings and locate my phone. I couldn't imagine who would be calling at this hour. Then again, a lot of unexpected events were occurring tonight. Exhibit A was Levi playing peek-a-boo by the window.

I took a step forward to answer, but I didn't manage to make it that far before Levi swiftly grabbed hold of me and dragged me back behind him. As he practically swung me across my apartment, I managed to catch a glimpse of the flashing camera lights outside in the distance.

"Don't let them see you," he whispered. He craned his neck as he tried to see the paparazzi outside.

I was pressed against his back, his fingers still wrapped around my wrist. Just as I was about to squeeze my way out of the little sandwich we had created, Levi abruptly stepped backwards and crushed me against the wall. 

He swore.

I gasped for dear breath. 

He swore again, quickly stepping away. "Shit, sorry."

"It's fine," I managed to wheeze.

Levi paused for a moment and stared at me, his gaze smouldering as he studied my features. His eyes travelled south and back up again before he the corner of his lips lifted into a half-smile.

"Great shirt," he said, gently tugging my sleeve. "I've got the same one actually."

I looked down at the men's t-shirt I was wearing and suddenly felt extremely exposed. With everything that had happened in the past five minutes, I was too overwhelmed to remember that I was still in my sleep wear. I could feel my cheeks turn pink.

"Interestingly enough though, I don't remember that detail," he said, his fingers brushing against my collarbone.

"That's because it's a butter stain," I answered softly, unable to meet his gaze. I motioned pathetically at my bowl filled with corn kernels still sitting on the coffee table.

Levi dipped his head and let out a soft chuckle. As he looked back up, he ran his fingers through his dark hair and rested his hand at the nape of his neck, giving me a shy smile. "You're..."

"Constantly hungry," I finished. "I consider it a talent."

His smile grew wider. "You know, you're one of very few girls who hasn't screamed into my ear or thrown a bra at my face."

"Well, I mean, if that's what you're into...I can go get a dirty one from the hamper."

"Oh god, no. This is the first real conversation I've had all week." From outside there was screaming and crying, a riot quickly forming. "But unfortunately, it'll have to be cut short."

"Damn, and I didn't even get an autograph."

He paused, considering. "Wait, did you really want one?"

I couldn't help but let out a quick snort of laughter. Levi bit his lip and smiled at the alarmingly disgusting sound I had managed to make. 

"I was kidding," I said quickly, wishing he'd just climb out of my window already. 

"You're not much of a fan?"

I felt heat travel up my neck, creep into my cheeks and blossom across my face. In all honesty, I wasn't the hugest fan of his work. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy his music. Admittedly, whenever one of his songs came on the radio on my way to work, I'd hum along and maybe do an awkward dance move or two. 

But I definitely wouldn't consider myself a fan in any sense. His music didn't compel me to leave the comfort of my apartment to buy his CD or any of the merchandise floating around. I wasn't a dedicated blogger of his successes, nor did I keep up with his life through his social media.

"Your music is nice."

"Nice?" he repeated.

"Well, I mean, I enjoy it."

"How enthusiastic," he said, humour lacing his tone. He gave me a mischievous grin. 

"I just wouldn't consider myself a fan," I said, feeling the need to justify myself. "I mean I'm not going to pretend I know every single track on your album and memorised all the lyrics."

"You wouldn't even lie, for my benefit?" 

Levi tilted his head, dimples deep in his cheeks as he studied me. He didn't seem offended by our little conversation. If anything, he was more curious than insulted.

"To be honest, being genuine would be much more beneficial than flattering you. I'm not going to treat you any differently just because you're a celebrity."

"God, that was a refreshing slap in the face. It was invigorating. I may be addicted. I'm sorry if this is too forward, but will you marry me?"

My eyes widened. His grin grew.

My cheeks flamed. "Oh my God, don't exaggerate."

He dipped his head, chucking softly at my reddened face. "Well, if you ever change your mind, the offer for that autograph is always open."

"Okay," I scoffed, trying to ignore my burning face, "I'll just hit up your manager's number and she'll direct me to your personal line."

Levi laughed so hard I thought he was going to topple over. He clutched his stomach and tipped forwards, trying to control himself. "Are you always this sarcastic?"

"Absolutely not. My mother says I was quite sombre in the womb."

"And that was how many years ago?"

"Twenty."

He grinned. "So far, I've gotten your address and age. All I need is your name and number to complete the list."

"It's Dawn. But I'm afraid I've given out too much personal information for one night so maybe you can get my number some other time."

He considered this. "Seems fair. How about next time I climb out of your window?"

"Sounds like a plan."

Levi looked down and laughed again. This time, it was softer, breathier. He shook his head at my carpet before he could manage meeting my gaze again.

"Thank you, Dawn. Really."

"You're welcome, Levi."

"Well, this was an absolute delight but I'm afraid I should go. All the best, yeah?" he said, slowly opening my window. He took a peek outside. "Well, shit, okay, that's kind of high. Here goes nothing, I guess."

Quietly, but swiftly, he swung one leg over the ledge, dipping his body to get his lanky self the rest of the way out. I stayed close to the window and watched as he managed to get onto the fire escape in one piece. He pressed two fingers to his temple and gave me a small salute accompanied by a smile before he started climbing his way down the ladder.

Levi managed to reach the shadows, but not before a swarm of buzzing photographers caught sight of him. They started yelling out questions and statements, rushing towards him with an abundance of cameras and microphones. Without a single look at the swarm of eager people, he made a run for it.

As soon as he was out of sight, I shut my window. It was late and I was exhausted. I decided I should reward myself with a long-deserved sleep so I gently shut the lid of my laptop and made my way to bed.

It had been one hell of a night.

Little did I know I was in for an even bigger morning.

Fridays were meant to be my days off, but I was rudely awakened at eight in the morning by my manager who needed me to run into the supermarket for a last minute shift. She was desperate--to a point where she practically begged me. Usually nothing would compel me to get out of bed, but then she offered to pay me double for the day and I found myself heading towards the bathroom to get dressed.

I had twenty minutes to leave my building and get to work on time, so breakfast wasn't an option. By the time I had tied my hair up, I only had ten minutes to go before I had to clock in. Grabbing my keys from the counter, I quickly made made my way towards the door.

But as soon as I opened it, I realised the entrance was blocked by a bald man with a bulky frame. He lowered his head and looked at me. Well, I assumed he was looking at me. All I could see was my startled self reflected in the lenses of his aviators.

"Dawn?" he asked in  a deep, gruff voice.

"Yes?" I answered softly.

He bent down and produced the biggest basket I had ever seen in my life. He quickly thrust it at me, the weight of its contents causing me to buckle as I struggled to keep upright.

"Thank you," I said uncertainly. 

I hoped I hadn't done another infamous late-night online shopping spree because I was renowned for buying weird products as a result of fatigue. I had a carrot suit in my wardrobe as evidence. 

"Courtesy of Mr. Scott."

The events of the previous night flooded through my memory and I felt my cheeks heat in response. I managed to slowly make my way to the counter and place the basket there. Through the cellophane wrapping I could make out a collection of different foods, from muffins to fresh fruits to biscuit packaging with French writing on it.

I turned to thank the man again before he left, but when I looked at the door, I realised he was already long gone.

I also realised I was running extremely late.

Taking my keys from the counter again, I quickly locked up and left. As soon as I was out in the hall, the elevator doors opened and I managed to slide inside before they shut completely. I breathed out a sigh of relief as I pressed the button to go to ground level and stepped back.

There was only one other person in there with me. It was a slim woman with a ponytail so tight that it was borderline concerning. She watched me from the back corner of the elevator, her eyes wide and unblinking. I shifted nervously, trying to ignore her.

When the familiar ping sounded, I instantly made my escape from her scrutinising stare. 

I hastily made my way into the streets and towards the carpark, a burning sensation creeping its way up my neck. A couple of bystanders watched as I navigated my way towards my car. The attention was making me jitter. As I fumbled around trying to unlock my car, a man with a camera popped up from behind my car.

I was blinded by a bright, white light before he ducked and disappeared. I rubbed my eyes, blinking back ink spots that splashed my vision. 

The paparazzi was getting ridiculous.

I should have known it was only the start though.

As soon as I was behind the cash register, I started wondering why Rachel, my manager, had even asked me to turn up to work. Friday morning started off slow, a total of about seven customers distributed between the three employees.

"I could have been sleeping," I muttered to myself.

One of my workmates, Emma, turned around and gave me a sympathetic smile. "Rachel always thinks she'll get a million people come into her store on a Friday. But nobody wants to buy this overpriced free-ranged shit. If it costs half my paycheque for a chicken breast the size of a small tomato, I'd rather buy something from the two dollar menu at McDonalds. I'm too broke to be healthy."

My mind wandered, my stomach finally catching up and realising I had skipped the most important meal of the day. It growled angrily.

"Have you noticed that all the customers that have come in today all bought the same thing?" Emma asked, catching my attention once again.

"They have?"

She leaned over and grabbed a magazine from the rack near the till before she tossed it over to me. It landed on the counter with a smack, showcasing the front cover in all its glory: a picture of Levi Scott's bottom half shimmying out an apartment window.

My apartment window.

"Oh my God."

"Right?" Emma was absolutely delighted. Her voice rose to a squeak before she coughed. She tucked a piece of blonde hair behind her ear before she continued. "All those rumours about a celebrity being in town was true. I can't believe it was Levi Scott. People are saying he's been visiting a local girl."

I scoffed.

"And apparently she's the one who owns that apartment he's climbing out of."

I choked.

Emma continued rambling, but I always already flipping the over to read the first page article about this alleged girlfriend.

Multi-millionaire musician, Levi Scott, was caught in a compromising position this Friday at three in the morning. The twenty-three-year-old celebrity was sneaking out of a local apartment window located in the heart of  the sleepy seaside town, Holden. Sources claim that Scott was visiting his most recent sweetheart. There has not been a confirmation of the woman's name, but residents suggest he's been dating a dedicated fan.

"Who do you think she is? Do you think they're actually dating?"

"God no."

Emma raised an eyebrow at me. "Why not? If he really wanted to get out of there, he could have taken the elevator like a normal person. The fact that his ass is hanging out of a window seems a little sketchy."

"Maybe he was just trying to escape the paparazzi."

"Doesn't he have bodyguards and security and stuff to help him with that kind of thing?"

I chewed my lip. The girlfriend story was ridiculous and I didn't want it to completely blow up. "Maybe they were taking a break, I don't know."

"You can't just take a break when the health and safety of one of the richest guys under twenty-five is on the line." Emma eyed me curiously. "Why are you so against the idea that he has a girlfriend?"

"I'm not," I protested.

Her smile became sly. "Oh, he's your celebrity crush. You just can't stand the idea of him not being single anymore. Dawn, you're so cute."

The fact that my cheeks were suddenly flaming due to her interrogation wasn't helping my case so I went along with her teasing. 

What would happen when people found out that I was the woman who owned the apartment Levi Scott was climbing out of? Not only would I be harassed by the paparazzi but I'd have a swarm of angry fangirls on my heels.

I really didn't want to die from a pre-teen throwing a pair of flaming underwear at my head.

Good God, what a way to die.