Ella's POV

"3,2,1!" I countdown to three and Damien pushes me on the cart down the aisle.

"Whooooo!!!!" I cheer. "Faster! Faster!" I screamed. Wait, that sounded wrong.

"Didn't know you wanted me that much." Damien smirks.

"Whatever, you dirty minded child." I say.

He continued pushing me down the aisle until we were given a warning about to stop or we would be kicked out.

"We still need ice cream, sodas, candies and alcohol." I say.

"I'll get the alcohol and sodas, and you can get the ice cream and candies." He says.

"Aye aye captain!" I say and walk to the sweets and ice cream aisle.

So this is what heaven looks like.

I walk down the aisle while scanning the different types of ice cream. I take a basket. Then I thought, why not two.

I grabbed 3 tubs of chocolate ice cream, cause I live for them, 2 tubs of strawberry, 2 tubs of vanilla and 3 tubs of Oreo.

God these are heavy.

You know what, a cart sounds better.

I put all the beautiful deliciousness into the cart then start hunting for candies.

I take almost half the candies there, actually more than half of them.

I went to look for Damien at the alcohol section but he wasn't there. He also wasn't at the sodas aisle.

He probably paid already. I went to the counter to pay for everything and using the cart, cause I'm too lazy to carry everything out, I bring the goods to the car. Thankfully, he didn't leave me but he wasn't in there.

Dang it, the keys are with him.

I called him and luckily he picked up.

"Where the hell are you?" I asked him.

"Uh, I got held back a little." He says on the phone. I hear some girls fangirling. Oh, I forgot, he was a celebrity.

"Okay, hurry up would ya? The ice cream are melting." I say and hang up after he says he'd be there.

After a while of playing on my phone, I hear a camera flash.

I looked around and saw no one.

Then I heard another one. And soon a crowd of paparazzi was in front of me and some of them throwing stuff at me.

"What the-" I trailed off when Damien was in front of me, shielding me from the camera flashes and the stuff people were throwing.

"Get in the car!" He says.

I move to the passenger seat and he starts the car and drives off.

"Are you okay?" He asks worriedly.

I look at my bruises on my wrist and legs. What were they throwing? Rocks?! "I'm okay." I say.

He scanned my body to look for any signs of injury. I tried as hard as possible to cover them.

"DAMIEN! EYES ON THE ROAD!" I yell when I see a car in front of us.

He looked in front and he did a little curve to avoid the car then pulled over.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"Ask yourself." He says.

He takes my hand and examine it. I pull away. He takes it from me again but gently. I just let him because I'm too lazy to argue.

"Why would they do that to you?" He whispers.

"Okay. Would you mind explaining to me about what just happened?" I say.

He sighs. "You know how I'm a celebrity right?" I nod. "Well, I guess someone saw us together and thought I was cheating on my girlfriend. Word got out and it leads to where we are now." He says.

"Why would they think that?" I say but I really wanted to know about his girlfriend for some reason. I'll just search it up later.

He shrugs. "Humanity."

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^^^Ella's outifit^^^

The house was packed and I have no idea how Ashton managed to find this much people.

The music was loud and everyone were either making out or grinding on each other.

I've been searching everywhere for Damien and I don't even know why.

Every guy that tried flirting with me, I pushed them away. Literally.

I gave up and just went outside to enjoy the beach at night.

The beach at night was beautiful. The cold wind blowing on my skin making my hair go crazy. The sound of waves were the most realaxing thing ever.

I now kinda regret wearing something revealing because it's hella cold.

I went back inside to change in hopes of going outside again to enjoy by myself.

I was just about to go up to my room when I was pulled into an empty room.

"Hello, sexy." A drunk voice slurs. He pushes me against the wall and I look the other way. He reeks of alcohol.

Eugh.Drunk strangers. Well, atleast this drunk stranger is hot.

"Get your drunk hands off me." I tried pushing him but I'm a potato and this guy's an elephant. Why do I always get stuck in situations like this

"Not so fast lady. Let's have some fun." He pulls me to the bed them pushes me onto it.

Do I look like some rag doll to you?

Before his hand could touch any part of me, I kicked him in his balls which made him clutch them and groan on the floor.

I took that as a chance to escape. I struggled with the door knob a little when I saw him recovering.

I opened the door only to be pulled back inside. I screamed at the top of my lungs hoping someone would hear me.

He slapped my cheek hard and one of his rings cut my cheek a little.

"Bitch!" He shouts.

I spit in his face. He looked so furious and well that probably wasn't the best idea.

"How dare you!" He shouts at me and holds me in the air by my neck so technically, choking me.

I gasp for air. I struggle around and was able to kick one part of him really hard.

He let's go of me and bends over groaning while holding his ribcage. Is that where I kicked?

I ran to the door and was finally able to escape that creep. I went into a room across the hallway, hoping no one is in here.

I locked the door and the guy was pounding on the door.

"Go away!" I shout.

"Ella?" I freeze. "Who's that?" He asks sternly. It was Damien's voice. The guy that I've been looking for the whole night.

I gulped. "I- I don't-" I stutter.

He got off the bed and went to the door. He opened it I hid beside the door. Damien was holding the guy's wrist who looked like he just pissed his pants.

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A/n: if you don't know that song up there then you are too young or too old or bless your childhood.