Fall For You

A/N: I write little notes at the beginning of each chapter to remind you who's point of view it is. James and O/C. Please R&R, it's my first fanfic.

Summary: Addison Moore moved to LA in pursuit of a movie career. But after she is raped, she develops an unintended love for her attacker, James Diamond.

Rated M: rape, alcohol, language, violence & sex in later chapters.

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Chapter One: New Beginning – Addison P.O.V

I watched the grey skies of Seattle drift behind me, as my plane left the ground for California. I had always been into acting, I was very confident. So at the age of 7, my mom enrolled me in SSFPA (Seattle School For Performing Arts). I immediately fell in love, and continued to land roles in small shows.

For my 18th birthday my mom bought me a plane ticket to LA. Today was the day that I was going to use that ticket. I remember the tears streaming down both of our cheeks, my heart inflamed with guilt. I was about to leave my mom alone. I'm an only child and my parents divorced when I was 4. My dad passed away from a work accident last year. It was his last day on the job before he retired. It was as tough on my mom as it was on me. She struggled with money and always found herself loose on change for school fees. I got a part-time job waiting tables at the local cafe, which I did in between TV shows.

"Please fasten your seat belts, we are about to begin our descent into LAX, thank you for flying with American Airlines" Spoke the flight attendant. I woke up, wiping the sleep from my eyes. The man sitting next to me had gotten his airplane sushi all over me. "Ugh" I groaned sweeping the dried rice off my pants. I refused to eat airplane food, it disgusted me, especially since I was flying economy.

I ripped my carry on bags out of the overhead storage unit and paraded into the LA sunshine. I was in my woolies, because Seattle was freezing. Bad idea, seeing as it was 70 degrees and sunny in LA. I had saved $1000 plus the $2000 I got for my birthday, so I was in LA and armed with $3000! "Fuck, it's hot" I moaned carrying my luggage, stumbling across the busy LA road to get to the car rental place.

A sloppy fat guy reached out his hand to shake mine, dropping his cheeseburger in the process. "What can I do for you today?" He asked with bits of meat flying from his mouth onto the floor.

I didn't want to shake his hand so I filled my hands with bags and said, "I'd shake your hand, but my hands are full!"

He pulled his hand away and spat "Nah, it's all good." I cringed. "So, what car are you looking for? A rental, a sale?" he gestured towards the vast collection of old cars, new cars and cars that made me go "Hmm?"

"Well, I actually was looking for a cheap, but good-looking car. Anything here?" I squinted at the harsh sun, as I placed my bags down and pulled out my sunglasses, placing them on the bridge of my nose.

Before I knew it, I was out of there in a brand new Ford hatchback. I could barely see out the windows with all of my junk. I packed nearly everything that would remind me of home, including my quilt that I slept with every night since I was born.

After a drive that should have taken 30 minutes, but took an hour, I pulled into The Palm Woods Hotel. Every star had been there. But the person I was most excited about meeting was Carlos Garcia. He's the hottest guy on TV. He sings, acts and dances. And he's my age too! Bonus! I made my way to the desk where I was greeted by yet another fat slob, "Welcome to The Palm Woods!" He shoved a french fry in his mouth.

"Hi, I'm Addison Moore, I booked a room here." I spoke, barely shy at all. All of a sudden, a short, tanned brunette caught my eye. He was parading over to the front desk.

"Bitters, the oven isn't working," His smooth, seductive voice sounded familiar. I studied his face, my eyes widened as I realized it was Carlos Garcia. I am in the presence of a god! "Oh, hi, I'm Carlos Garcia, from TV." he smiled as he put out his hand towards me.

I was in absolute shock. "H-hi." I stuttered, not ignoring his request to shake hands. 'Wow', I thought to myself. I got lost in those dreamy chocolate eyes of his.

"Ahem." The man who went by Bitters, cleared his throat and gave me my room key. "Here, you are, room 2K is ready and waiting for you!" Bitters smiled.

Carlos' jaw dropped, not to the extent of it being on the floor, but to the point of surprise. "You're in 2K?" He looked puzzled now. I nodded my head with a smile. "That's so cool, I'm in 2J!"

Now I was really excited! "That is really cool!" I felt my stomach do a little dance, but I resisted the urge to jump around by smiling it out.

I made my way over to the elevator, "I'll see you 'round Carlos." I shouted over my shoulder. He winked and smiled before continuing his rant about how he couldn't cook his corn dogs because the oven was busted. My things were slipping from me, I wanted to do a 2nd trip, but I wasn't going to risk my bags being stolen. So me being the dickhead I am, took all my bags and stumbled across the lobby. I looked at the pool, and thought 'Wouldn't mind a dip in there'. My eyes were still fixed on the inviting blue of the pool, when SLAM! I just ate lobby carpet. "Fuck!" I shouted as I felt blood trickle out of my nose. I rolled onto my back in sheer pain.

"Oh my gosh, are you okay?" Carlos rushed over, soon I had the whole lobby standing around me. Carlos was kneeling over me clicking his fingers in front of my eyes.

I snapped out of it. "Get the fuck away from me!" I screamed, seeing people dash in all directions, Bitters returning to the desk. Carlos was still there. I propped myself up onto my elbows, "Ow..." I winced, as I cupped my hand over my nose to catch the blood falling on my brand new white Capri pants.

"Did you have a nice trip?" He joked, but stopped when I gave him the death stare. "Wow, that looks pretty bad. Here," he helped me back onto my feet and called a bellhop for my bags. "Take these to room 2K." he said to the bellhop, turning his eyes back to me. "Let me get you some ice for that, and a tissue." he picked me up and carried me bridal style to his apartment.

He placed me carefully on the counter. "Wait here, I'll get the first aid kit." he darted off to the bathroom. I looked around his room. It was unbelievable! It had a giant plasma TV, toys, computers and a swirly slide. I saw him return, looking down at the white box marked in red, 'First Aid'. I smiled as he examined my nose, I swore I saw a twinkle in his eye. "You didn't have to do this." I was still in awe of the dreamy Latino in front of me. He shook his head.

"Yes, I did." he placed the tissue onto my nose. "Hold it tight," Carlos was probably the sweetest guy ever. "There, you're all done!" He placed me down onto the floor, escorting me to the door.

"Thank you so much, I am known to be a little clumsy sometimes." I said as I bowed my head to look at my feet.

There was something about Carlos' voice that made me melt inside, "Really, it's nothing." He opened the door, and waved me goodbye. "Hold on!" He called in a husky tone. "I was wondering, maybe... you... well." He stammered, I found it cute as his cheeks went a rosy pink.

"Wanted to go out tonight?" I finished for him. He blushed and nodded. "Yeah, I'd like that..." I drifted off as his gaze in my eyes deepened.

Carlos flashed me a killer smile, "So, I'll pick you up at around 8?"

"Sure." I said smiling back, as I turned around to go back to my apartment and get ready for my date, with that dreamy Latino from those TV shows.

A/N: Oooh, will Carlos and Addison be something?
I hope you enjoyed it. I promise that the James stuff will be happening in the next chapter, I was just sticking to the Carlos moment for a bit. Please R&R, and tell me what you thought, and if you would like more. :) xx