Sarah Brensin was just your typical everyday 18 year old. Except for one major difference. She was possibly the most famous actress to ever come off the small island of Ireland. Oh and another thing, she was an orphan. Her parents had died in a car crash just 6months ago. Things had never been the same.

Sarahs Pov

Damn these stupid reporters! I mean seriously, don't they ever get tired of following my every move! I was in the Hilton Hotel beside Dublin Airport, lounging in the reception area, waiting for a very important meeting I had in like 5minutes. Whilst waiting I was being interviewed by the Irish Independent, the leading newspaper in the country. I really should be concentrating on this interview more, but I was so damn hungover!

Interviewer: So sarah, tell us, what are you doing here in the Hilton today?

"I'm actually attending a meeting with some executives and producers from America."

Interview: Oh very exciting, so any plans for when you finish the current season of "The Land of Dreams"?

"Well as you know, the show has been a huge stepping stone for my career, I've been apart of the cast now for over three years, and I think its time to move on, but who knows. I've been offered some great parts in sitcoms in the States, but nothing has completely taken my fancy yet, lets just wait and see what happens"

Interviewer: Well, being the highest paid actress in Ireland, do you actually feel the need to move to America?

"Its not at all about the money, I have more than I could ever have imagined, but I have nothing holding me here…….." or no-one I thought

Interviewer: The tabloids were all over you last week for being spotted out with your co-star Steven Dooley, any truth in the rumours of an on and off screen romance?

I cringed at the question, Jason and I were barely friends, I had simply gotten a cab with him home from an awards show, what was the big deal. I had to speak well of him though, he was my co-star after all… I smiled, knowing the interviewer was observing my every move. "Steven and I are simply good friends, he plays my long term boyfriend on the show, so naturally we have formed a bond, purely platonic though….purely platonic!" I repeated to emphasise my point.

Just as the interviewer was about to ramble out some more tedious questions for me to answer, a massive roar of screams came from behind me. Literally like 100 girls came crashing into the reception area of the hotel, screaming bloody murder. I looked at the interviewer who's face was as astounded as mine. I slowly rose from my seat, still feeling the after effects of last nights late boozing session. I wanted to see what was causing these girls to go crazy, they were making my head ache ten times worse, and I wasn't at all happy about it.

I somehow managed to end up in the middle of the hoards of girls, with cameras flashing all around me. This was getting seriously ridiculous. Usually I can handle a lot of attention, but this wasn't even for me, and it bothered me.

All of a sudden the screams got louder and people started pushing everywhere. I got whacked in the back of the head by god knows what and that's the last thing I remember for the best part of an hour.

Joes POV

She was waking up, I could see her eyes fluttering. After the paparrazzi camera had hit her in the head, big rob had grabbed her and brought her up to our room. She was now laying on our couch with a wet cloth on her head.

Jesus she was beautiful, mid-length chesnut brown hair, quite tall, maybe 5'9, a slim figure, with curves in all the right places. I had yet too see her eyes though, that would determine it all. Fuck it, I'm a sick freak, the poor girl is lying unconscious and I'm here checking her out!

As if she was reading my mind, I saw her eyes slowly open and then I knew that the girl was possibly the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Her eyes were the bluest of the blue, like nothing I had encountered before.

She looked shocked, possibly even frightened, so I thought I should snap out of my stupidness and explain the situation. "Ehhhhhh hey there, don't be scared, you got hit by a camera downstairs in reception and our bodygaurd brought you up here, there's some reporter dude aswel, says he's with you, how are you feeling??" I waited for an answer. She just stared blankly at me, like I was crazy. "My names Joe by the way"

Sarahs POV

Ok so I should be thinking "what the fuck am I doing in some strange hotel room with some weird guy" but all I can muster up to think is "oh my god that is the most amazingly gorgeous guy I have ever seen in my life and at this point, I don't even care if he has kidnapped me." Lame I know

As a million thoughts run through my mind, the boy with the raven locks and tanned skin starts babbling away, but all I head him say is "My names Joe by the way"

"Sarah" was my simple reply. He smiled.