Star Crossed

Anastasia! Ana! Over here! Smile this way!

The paparazzi and fans surrounded her with lights and excitement as she walked gracefully down the red carpet. It was partially overwhelming as well as flattering, because they all knew her name. They knew her work. Her intricate roles in movies and photoshoot features in top-notch magazines. She didn't care for the money or the fame that came with her job. She just wanted it to be known that she had worked her way up the Hollywood social ladder.

Anastasia Steele left the small town of Montesano to look for independence and make a name for herself. She was so sick of being controlled and of everything being planned out for her by her family. So she left. Everyone had doubted her when she decided to leave at the young age of 18, and now a year later she had proved everyone wrong, being her demure self, didn't expect the success that had come along. She arrived to the big city of New York City and worked as a waitress in diners, cleaning up the ball room after big events, and cashiers for grocery, hardware, and fast food restaurants. She worked hard, 2-3 jobs at a time in order to make rent in the expensive, yet filthy, cramped apartment of New York.

That is until her last waitress job, an agent from the tip-top of a modeling agency came up to Anastasia after she finished her meal and offered meeting. She was extremely confused at the time. What would some agency want with some lanky, plain looking teenager? However, she ended up going to a meeting that had changed her life forever.

"You have what we're looking for. Tall, slim, captivating eyes. You'll make big money."

Big money was all she heard. She was just desperate for a whole night's rest without having to worry if she was going to make rent. She was going to show everyone what she was capable of. And she did.

Flashback

"Anastasia Steele! Don't you dare walk away from me! I am your father!" Ray Steele was not an easily angered man, but when his baby girl announced 5 minutes ago that she was leaving, he raised hell to keep her from going. She was merely 18 years old! What the hell is she thinking! She needs to be back in our home, away from danger. I can't protect her if she's away.

Carla followed closely behind, still in shock of her daughter's decision. She was aware that a significant, horrific event had occurred 3 months prior, but this was no way to respond to this situation. Her darling, little girl needed protection from the outside world. "Ana, please don't do this. You just sprung this on us. We need time to comprehend this. Please come back inside. You're not being reasonable."

Tears brimmed her eyes and everything around her became blurry. She loved her parents, but this was something she needed to do before she psyched herself out and became too afraid. This was her leap of faith. "I have to do this. Mom. Dad. Please just understand. I'll be back before you know it. I just need to be on my own." She dropped her two bags, and ran towards her parents, arms wide and gave them a heartfelt embrace as she let a tear fall from her eyes. She left and never looked back.

End of flashback

For months she had not once called her parents. She was ashamed of her lifestyle, working multiple jobs. She couldn't and wouldn't let her parents support her in any way. For some odd reason, she just had this emotion that made her want to prove to at least prove to herself that she could be independent. However, this independence only led to solitude.

And here she was in a beautiful, peach colored, Gucci gown walking the red carpet of the new, highly rated comedy film premiere. She felt empty and soul-less. She gave fake smiles that fooled everyone into thinking she had the best lifestyle. She wasn't happy. Now that she was independent, she lived a life of isolation and to-do lists. Her only genuine friend was her publicist and manager, Katherine Kavanaugh.

She drifted down the red carpet gradually for 20 minutes, making sure not to trip on the long train and casually greeting other movie stars, until she finally reached the end and began to enter the theater for the screening of the movie. She found her seat with her name in bold at the top right section of the room. Great. Easy exit. She didn't look to the left or right of her seat as she didn't particularly care or want to talk to who sat beside her during the screening of the movie, as she reminded herself of her motto: Put your walls up. Stay safe.

Most of the audience had founded their seats minutes later, and the movie was about to begin. There were suddenly two handsome men coming up the aisle, one in obvious annoyance and the other in content. They were both so beautiful. But one of them had caught her eye. Grey eyes. Dark Copper hair. Tall. Muscular yet lean. Broad Shoulders. Structured jaw line. He is the epitome of beauty. An Adonis. She couldn't take her eyes off of him. He finally turned his head, and their eyes met. A flood rushed into her panties. Please don't be taken.

He quickly ran his fingers through his hairs and gave her the smirk that had every straight women willing to submit themselves into under his control. She's beautiful. A goddess who should be worshiped every day, every hour, every minute, every second. Anastasia Steele. He quickly forgot about his sister's big role in the film and his brother that was closely behind him, because he couldn't look away. Her big blue eyes, her flawless skin, her luscious hair, and her delectable lips. Oh god, she's biting them. I need a taste. Snap out of it Grey! Don't be a creep. He looked to her right and saw his name on the seat. Make a move, Grey.

He held out his hand, "I'm Christian Grey. A pleasure to meet you." Her hand met his, and tingle shot straight up his arm and through his body, making him weak. He sat down and turned towards her.

"Anastasia Steele. The pleasure is all mine." She grinned. Is this what it feels like to put your guards down?

A/N So this is a very new concept, as I have not written narrative stories for years. This is relatively short, but it will become longer as more significant events occur. I just thought of this and I had this desire of needing to write and so I did. This is very alternate universe-like. I haven't decided if Christian should be someone famous, or still be the Mergers and Acquisitions, Master of the Universe business mogul. What do you guys think? Criticism would be very helpful! So please review!