A/N: Heya, guys :) So this is my first multichapter fic that's not a crossover.
About the title: I don't know, but I think this is what everybody feels when they meet their favorite celebrity just casually on the street. Though the title doesn't really have anything to do with Eren's part of the fanfic, of course ^^
Aaand I'd also like to point out a warning for fangirling & swearwords!
Have fun reading!
Mikasa Ackerman has been craving for air.
She was just told that the benign brain cancer she was diagnosed with about two months ago changed into a cancerous one. She has absolutely no idea how much more time she has on earth, but she knows it isn't much.
God , she needed air.
Mikasa was relieved when they told her she could leave the hospital. Everything in this building just felt like hell to her. It always does, everytime she has to go there. The nurses. The walls of her tiny room. The medicine. The meals. Hell, even her mother! Everything in this building makes her crazy.
Yet she still has some hours before she leaves.
She sits outside at the hospital entrance, reading The Fault in our Stars for the umpteenth time. This book never fails to tear her up, no matter how many times she has already read it. For how many times she has already seen the movie, she doesn't care either.
Only a sharp, loud noise can take her attention away from the book as she looks up.
Her eyes go wide as she sees him .
„Fuck off."
Eren tumbles around when he's finally able to free himself from his best friend's grip. Taking a sip of his vodka bottle, he says, „I can take care of myself, shithead."
Armin sighs. „You obviously can't, Eren. I mean... You might as well have a broken foot right now just because you can't handle all this alcohol!"
Eren cringes because at least half of what he says is right. His foot hurts like a bitch as he weaves through the street.
„Hell yeah, I'm drunk as fuck, so what?"
„Well, first of all, there might as well be paparazzi hiding and taking pictures of you, and if you keep, you know, being like this-"
„Being like what?"
„Being... you know. Remember how you put up a fight with a man yesterday in that club just because he doesn't like you. That's what I mean."
Eren giggles at the reminder, clinching to Armin as his foot becomes unbearable to walk. „Yeah, this asshole really fucking deserved it! One does not simply fuck with Eren Jaeger and get away unharmed, right?"
„Eren."
„What?"
Armin sighs and shakes his head. He just can't see his old friend like this anymore. „You really need help."
„Hey, just because I like partying and alcohol doesn't mean-"
„You've been like this ever since Annie left you, Eren. What has she done to you to make you act like that?"
Eren's expression changes, letting his smile fade.
Annie Leonhardt, a famous movie actress, had been the light of his life ever since he got famous. She was there for him whenever his fans couldn't be. She was there when his mother, the only woman he'd really loved before, died. Whenever all the hate and insults he got took over his thoughts, she comforted him. Whenever he was mad or angry, her cold beauty would magically calm him down.
He loved her, and only her. He loved her smile, her eyes, her words – everything. He loved touching her, feeling her, kissing her, and he would give every free second of his crazy life to be with her.
Her mere appearance was astounding. None of the women he has ever met could compete with her beauty.
But eventually, she left.
„Damn, Armin," he takes another gulp of his bottle, „way to be a buzz kill."
But Armin is definitely right. He is always right, about everything.
Eren needs help.
As they keep going – Armin goes and Eren still clinches to him, drinking vodka and passionately shouting Whitney Houston's I Will Always Love You while his foot keeps being an ass – the Rose Memorial Hospital comes closer and closer.
Eren takes his final gulp at the hospital's entrance and, quietly muttering something to himself, he lets the bottle go; sharp glass hits the ground.
„Eren," Armin sighs, but he doesn't listen. He almost never listens.
Eren's eyes are fixed on a girl, likely the prettiest girl he has ever met.
She has pale skin and full, rosey lips. A strand of her dark, short hair falls over her nose perfectly, as if it was meant to be there. Her widened eyes are so dark and shiny, almost like the beautiful night sky.
She can definitely compete with, or even surpass Annie's beauty.
Eren wants to talk to her so badly, but he can't. He bends down, finally letting the ill feeling in his stomach win. He vomits heavily, much to Armin's demise, and as he stops, the girl is already gone back in.
He should definitely stop drinking.
Mikasa can't believe it.
Did she really just see Eren Jaeger, a worldwide pop superstar and her fucking idol , on the way to her hospital?
No, it can't be. Her mind is probably just hallucinating and Eren Jaeger hasn't even been there in reality. It was just a side effect of dying, as Hazel Grace Lancaster might say. And even if he had to go to the hospital – she saw that his foot was hurting – he'd probably be at a more noble, more prestigious one in the next big city.
After finally putting on that uncharming pajama the nurses gave her, she puts her phone off the charger, reading a notification:
Eren Jaeger ( erenjaeger): im drunk af & omw to hte hipsital in trost wtih arlertalert bc i probslby brpke my foo lmfaooo
Her mouth is gaping in disbelief.
Trost. Her hometown.
She was not hallucinating. It was not a side effect of dying.
Eren Jaeger, the one never fails to bless both her ears and mood with his awesome voice, is really at her hospital, and he really gazed at her in his drunken state.
Mikasa unlocks her phone and opens Twitter to see that her best friend Sasha sent her a direct message.
sash. ( roastederens): oH MY GODGLDKSHJKL MIKS EREN IS AT YOUR HOSPITAL AND HE'S DRUNK AS A BITCH
She still can't believe that she just saw her idol , and replies.
m ( kinkyjaegers): IK SASH IVE SEEN HIM AKLDSHJREHJK I THOUGHT I WAS HALLUCINATING BUT I WASN'T OMFG
Only seconds go by until Sasha replies.
sash. ( roastederens): WJAT YOU'VE SEEN HIM? OMFG ARE YOU SHITTING ME?
m ( kinkyjaegers): NO IM 500% NOT SHITTING YOU HE EVEN STARED AT ME ALKJDHEJKLREJKL
sash. ( roastederens): i'm so sorry for yelling but omG DID HE TALK TO YOU? OR DID ARMIN TALK TO YOU?
m ( kinkyjaegers): No he just threw up at Armin's shoes, poor him tho
Mikasa scrolls over Eren's manager's account when Sasha replies.
sash. ( roastederens): oh, sorry & yeah poor armin ^^
She yawns, indicating that it's time for her to sleep. She checks the time, it's already 1:00 AM.
m ( kinkyjaegers): Yeah. I better go to sleep now since i will finally get out this shit hole at 8:30, so night sash :)
She locks her phone and switches off her lamp.
Did Eren fucking Jaeger really stare at her? And why did he do it?
She's not pretty or sexy, not even if the person staring at her is as drunk as he was.
When all the excitement over tonight's events calm down, sleep takes her over and she finally lets her mind sink into oblivion.
A splitting ache roars in Eren's head as he wakes up.
He crops one arm on his bed, taking in his surroundings as the other hand tries to calm his head down. He is in a small room with white and red walls, next to him is a pair of crutches and a small table with his phone and a glass of water on it. There is a post-it sticking on the glass, saying I think this is the best thing for you to drink today. -Ar
Eren sighs. That bastard is probably grinning to himself right now, imagining a completely hungover Eren laying in the hospital.
Well, at least it looks like he didn't hook up with anyone this time.
He doesn't remember anything from last night. Or well, not anything . His foot is a constant reminder. Despite the 'stormtrooper shoe', as Eren likes to call that ugly shoe thingy you get when your foot is broken, his foot still hurts everytime he shifts.
And there is this girl. This incredibly, incredibly beautiful girl.
He wants to talk to her, get to know her. Know her name, her age, her ethnicity, her favorite food, why she was or still is in the hospital, or what even brought her to his hometown.
Everything. He wants to know everything about her. But how he does it? He doesn't even know.
Eren takes the glass, for his head still feels like someone is hammering against it. Taking a large gulp, he also checks his phone. There's a message from his manager, Erwin Smith, saying Really, Eren? Really? There's a link to whatever stupid TMZ report it is that makes Erwin mad.
Eren frowns, unlocking the phone to read the link. He reads the headline out loud. „Does Eren Jaeger hate his fans? Video of the pop star being rude to a fan leaked"
He groans. „What the fuck!?"
As a celebrity, he should be used to such stupid things, but all those recent headlines saying he „spit" or „threw something" or „was rude" at fans are yet another milestone. In all those eighteen years of his crazy life, he has never, never read such stupid trash. And most times, he only ever reads the headlines.
Yes, he might have done a lot of stupid and inexcusable things in the past few months, but he loves his fans. They have brought him to where he is today. He would never, ever want to insult them. Shit, he would even take a bullet for them!
As he watches the video, this article becomes even more laughable. Not only did they represent Armin as one of those stalker fans he utterly dislikes, but they knew he was drunk so they shouldn't have expected him to behave well.
He closes the link and locks his phone, as he is not really in the mood to argue with his manager or read hate comments on Twitter. He grabs the crutches as he gets up, turning to his window to see if there are fans outside he could wave at. There are none, likely due to it being Friday morning and Trost probably being the smallest town in the world.
Eren always loved visiting his hometown, as it was and still is a refreshing relief from the hectic of his job. But now, everything in this town reminds him of his wonderful mother, and this hospital is the worst place since it reminds him of her death. It reminds him of how she was happy and lively in one moment and hunching over with pain the next, and of how the doctors told him there's nothing they could do to keep her alive.
A tear rolls down his face as his phone blinks, bringing him back to reality.
A message from Armin. Hey, I'm going to pick you up in a few minutes. Wait for me in the cafeteria, okay?
Eren replies quickly as he goes out the door.
When he finally spots the elevator, his eyes meet hers again.
Mikasa must be dreaming.
She can't possibly be in the same hospital and use the same elevator as Eren Jaeger. Or can she? She pinches herself to make sure this is reality.
She's not dreaming.
He is real. His moves are real. The way he looks at her in awe is real.
They're the only people in the elevator, yet she feels a heatwave running through her body. She wants to talk to him, ask him how his day is so far, yet she feels like she would penetrate his privacy just by opening her mouth.
She feels like a burden to him until the elevator is moving. As it starts going downstairs, he turns to her.
„Uhm... Hey there..."