Crazy For You
- Part One -
Found myself today singing out loud your name,
You said I'm crazy,
If I am I'm crazy for you.
A blue flash filled the small white room, bouncing off the metal lockers. Fran plastered on her most convincing innocent face and grinned at the man sat opposite her.
"Oops, my bad." She gasped as the man reached across and took the camera from her tight grip, "You break it, you pay for it." She warned as a flash of light filled the room once again, momentarily disrupting her vision.
The dark haired man laughed then took another picture, "Stewie, I mean it. Be careful."
Stu's face turned serious for a moment, "You've been warned about that name." He pointed a finger at her as she rolled her eyes.
An eerie calm had settled upon arena, she didn't like it one bit. Her excitement had quickly turned anxiousness with the blink of an eye. She pushed a brown strand of hair away from her face and took a deep breath. Tonight she would be at ringside. This was nothing new, she had been at ringside taking photos and doing her job plenty of times. But this was a PPV, not any PPV but the biggest of them all. Wrestlemania. She glanced down at her watch, 30 minutes until she had to be at ringside.
"I have to go, but good luck." She sent him a warm smile as he handed her the camera and picked up his WWE title, 'Wade Barrett' clearly written in the shiny gold.
"What, no good luck kiss?" He grinned and pointed at his cheek. He leant down as she stood up on her tip toes to press a kiss against his cheek. "Much better. You'll be fine, don't worry." She smiled; he knew she was nervous, even though she was doing her best to mask it.
Sometimes sitting in the dark wishing you were here
Turns me crazy,
But it's you who makes me lose my head.
Her destination was clear in her head. Her black studded Christian Louboutin slingbacks echoed around the bare white walls of the hallway. She smiled to herself as she saw one of the promotional posters stuck to the wall, the main event the focus. Wade Barrett vs. Sheamus. A no disqualification match for the WWE championship. She continued down the hallway lined with locker rooms, her heart quickened as her eyes caught sight of the name stuck to the front of a door, it read 'Sheamus'. Her steps stopped as she stared at the door for a moment. Taking a glance up and down the corridor she knocked on the door, a few moments later it swung open.
"What yeh doing here?" Her smile quickly fell into a frown, this wasn't the grand gesture she was hoping for, "Not that I'm complaining. I'm always happy to see yeh." His big arms engulfed her as he pressed a kiss on top of her head. She could feel her heart beating against her chest. She wondered if Stephen could feel it too.
"I was just passing by." 'Liar' ran through her mind, "So I thought I would drop in and wish you luck."
"Ah, that's very sweet of yeh." He grinned and let her go. She took this opportunity to give him the once over. He looked perfect in grey cotton sweatpants and black t-shirt.
"What are friends for?" She sighed at her rhetorical question. Friends. That's all they were and by the looks of things, all they would ever be.
"Are yeh ready?" She stared at him for a second utterly unsure what he was asking her.
"What?" He pointed to her attire then at the camera in her hand; she looked down at her black t-shirt, black skinny jeans and black heels.
"Ringside. Wrestlemania. It's all yeh've been talking about for the past 2 months." He smiled as he saw realisation set in. She cursed herself for being unable to function normally around him.
"Oh! Yeah, I can't wait." She grinned and watched as he sat down on steel chair whilst she placed her camera down on a nearby table, "What about you?"
"I've been ready all me life." The smile on his face melted her heart.
"You're amazing Ste, and you're going to put on one hell of a show. Just like you always do." His heavy gaze raked across her body as those words escaped her lips. He stood up and wrapped his big arms around her again. He looked into her eyes and pushed a wavy brown lock of hair away from her face. She shivered as his knuckles brushed against her cheek. His face inched closer to hers and her breath caught in her throat. She could feel his hot breath on her lips. His hand slipped through her hair as her eyes drifted shut. Her eyes snapped open as a loud knock, followed by the door swinging open which echoed throughout the room.
"Sheamus! Mr. McMahon needs to see you now." She pulled herself from his grip and turned to look at the man stood in the doorway, she was doing her best to burn a hole through his head. She heard Stephen groan behind her.
"2 minutes." His gaze returned to her as the man walked out, shutting the door behind him. "I'll see yeh after the show love." He sent her an apologetic smile then moved to step around her towards the door.
"Wait." Her small voice stopped him in his tracks, she placed both hands on his broad shoulders and tip toed to press a kiss against his cheek, "I'll be cheering you on in my head." He chuckled knowing she had to remain professional.
"That means a lot. Oh and don't forget to get me good side." He grinned and pointed to his right cheek then left the room. Maybe she should tell him every side was his good side.
And every time I'm meant to be acting sensible,
You drift into my head
And turn me into a crumbling fool.
A sigh escaped Fran's lips as she picked up her camera and left the room. Her thoughts were driving her crazy. She loved Stephen. She knew it wasn't lust. It was the heart wrenching feeling whenever he slipped into her mind. The quickening of her heart when he smiled at her. The awful aching in her chest knowing he was something she could never have. It had plagued her since the day they met, but she had learnt to push all of those feelings aside. Until now. He was about to kiss her. Everything at the moment had stopped. But it was just her luck that the moment would be ruined. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to kick that guy in the balls. Maybe Stephen would, she didn't miss the flash of disappointment in his eyes as she left his grasp. She ran a hand trough her hair and shook her head. She couldn't think about this now, she had work to do.
Tell me to run and I'll race,
If you want me to stop I'll freeze,
And if you want me gone I'll leave,
Just hold me closer baby.
And make me crazy for you,
Crazy for you.
She made her way past the entrance ramp, she had been out earlier however the arena hadn't been full then. She tried to take in as much as possible but it was overwhelming. She was early but she quickly spotted her friend and co-worker Rob waving her over.
"Hey Rob, how are you?" She had seen him earlier in a meeting but didn't get the chance to speak to him.
"Good, I don't need to ask if you're excited." His southern drawl made her English accent seem stronger than usual.
She laughed, at every show they had counted down to this day; "It still doesn't seem real." She couldn't wipe the smile off her face, "I'm going to set up." She said goodbye and moved across to the left side of the ring.
She and Rob were scheduled to be out for the first and last hour. That meant she had to endure Stephens match, she could usually cope but her feelings were in overdrive like never before. She checked her camera to make sure Stu hadn't altered any of the settings, the last thing she wanted was a load of unusable shots. Then after what seemed like a lifetime the show got underway. Everything rushed by in a blur, her mind was focused on the task at hand. She had spent the break with Rob going through the photos and adjusting them ready to be published online but now she was back out, waiting for the main event.
She tried to mask her smile as Stephen came out to a chorus of cheers. She admired his perfect body through the lens wanting to take pictures of him all day if she could. She studied him in the ring for a moment; he was soaking up the cheers and atmosphere. Her heart stopped as he glanced down at her for a split second then continued walking around the ring working up the crowd. She tried to shake the feeling he gave her but it seemed to be impossible.
As soon as Stu's music hit the boos began, his championship belt was slung across his shoulder and a cocky smirk settled upon his face. Fran took a quick look back to the ring just in time to see Stephen pulling his shirt over his head. She inwardly groaned and returned to capturing pictures of Stu.
She was on edge throughout the match, it was hard to watch two people you were so close to beat each other up. She tried not to flinch as Stephen got thrown into the steel steps, she cursed herself for wanting to run over and make sure he was okay. She looked over at Rob who nodded at her, coaxing her to continue taking pictures. Reluctantly she continued, she hadn't been told who was scheduled to win which didn't help ease her nerves. Glancing at the watch settled on her wrist she knew the match wasn't going to last much longer, she looked up again through her camera to see Stu going for a pin but only getting a 2 count. She now had an inkling Stu was going to retain the title. She crouched down in front of the barricade and watched as he rolled Stephen out of the ring; sliding out after him. He pulled the monitors out of the announcers table and threw them on the ground, then picked Stephen up on his shoulders to execute his finisher through the table. She was screaming inside her head as Stephen shuffled off Stu's shoulders and hit him with a brogue kick when he turned around. The arena erupted as Stu fell to the floor and was quickly picked up and set up for a high cross.
Fran cringed as she heard the table shatter into pieces. Stu was lifeless on the ground; Stephen was leant against the ring looking exhausted. He eventually managed to pick Stu up and roll him back into the ring, pinning him. Fran dashed to the side of the ring and leant on the apron as the ref slammed his hand down on the mat 3 times. Electricity surged through the arena, Fran couldn't hide the smile creeping onto her face. She continued taking photos as he got handled the title. Her heart swelled a little bit as he held it high above his head then looked directly at her and flashed his white teeth. She was so proud of him.
Lately with this state I'm in,
I can't help myself but spin.
I wish you'd come over,
Send me spinning closer to you.
Fran and Rob walked through the backstage area; they would be spending tomorrow browsing through the pictures picking out the best ones.
"I'm going to find Stephen, but I'll see you on the bus." She waved bye as she walked down the busy locker room corridor. The production crew rode together so she would have to get the bus back to the hotel, but she always caught up with Stephen after the show. She took quick glances at the people rushing past her, the show had finished but there was always work to be done. Sucking in a deep breath she knocked on his locker room door. She waited. No answer. Frowning she knocked again.
"Excuse me miss, if you're looking for Stephen Farrelly he's already left." Her head shot in the direction of the backstage runner she hadn't seen before, her jet black hair was cut in a bob.
Fran narrowed her eyes at the women, "Are you sure?"
"Yup, 20 minutes ago he left." Fran's mouth formed an 'O', she wasn't too sure what to say to the woman now.
"Okay. Erm, thanks I guess." She watched the woman nod then walk away. She wondered if he would still be attending the party at the hotel. Her steps took her towards the back entrance of the arena. She made a quick detour to the staff production room and picked up her bag and jacket before heading out to the car park. It took a while before they finally set off. Sighing as she checked her phone for what felt like the millionth time. No word from Stephen. She decided not to bother him, he was obviously busy. Why else would he have left without seeing her, or leaving her a message. Maybe she was overreacting.
My oh my how my blood boils
A sweet taste for you,
Strips me down bare
And gets me into my favourite mood.
Slamming the hotel door shut, Fran threw her bag onto the floor and flopped down onto the bed. The day had been exhausting. Amazing but so tiring, she desperately wanted to crawl into bed but she knew she had to show her face at the party. Maybe she would go and find Stu if Stephen didn't want to see her. She groaned at that thought, now she knew she was overreacting. Sitting up she shrugged off her jacket and took off the ID card hanging around her neck. She glanced down at her watch, only 45 minutes to get ready. After a speedy shower she slipped into a black strapless Temperley London Mini Fabiana crystal-embellished silk-satin dress. Not being able to attend the Hall of Fame ceremony the previous night, she splashed out on a dress for the party tonight. She slipped her feet into the Louboutins she had been wearing that evening, her deep red toenails peeping out. She took a long look in the mirror after applying a light covering of makeup. Her efforts were focused on one man though she hated to admit it.
I keep on trying, and fighting these feeling away,
But the more I do, the crazier I turn into.
A loud knock on the door sent her hurtling out of her thoughts, which were once again revolved around Stephen. No matter what she did he was always there. She left the bathroom and opened the door, frowning at the man leant against the doorframe looking as perfect as always in black dress trousers, black dress shirt and black waistcoat . She wanted to ask him why he had disappeared earlier; instead she leapt at him and wrapped her arms around his waist. He slipped both of his big arms around her and hugged her back.
"Congratulations. I'm so proud of you." She mumbled against his chest.
"Thanks love, yeh know it means a lot to me." She did know, she knew more than anyone else. She looked up him as he pulled away from her and looked her up and down. A smirk spread across his face, "Yeh look beautiful."
His words rushed straight to her heart, "Thank you." Her voice was small as he sucked up all the air around her, "Do you want to come in, I'm almost ready." She assumed he was going to the party.
"Yeah. When yeh say almost, does that mean the usual hour wait?" She rolled her eyes as he followed her into the room. She picked up her black leather clutch filled with her phone, key card and money.
"No, that means I'm ready now." She sent him a cocky grin to prove her point as she turned around to face him again. He was dangerously close as she almost walked straight into his chest. Before she could even think of a coherent sentence, both of his large hands cupped her face. He tilted her head back slightly then his lips came crashing down on hers. Her heart raced and her mind spun. She had imagined this moment before, but she didn't think anything could feel this good. His wet tongue darted across her bottom lip, silently begging for entry. She didn't hesitate to slightly open her mouth. Her bag dropped to the floor whilst Stephen pulled her hard against his body, his mouth still ravishing hers. Her arms wrapped around his neck and one hand slipped through his hair. He left one sweet kiss on her lips then stared deep into her glossy brown eyes.
Their breathing was shallow and laboured, "Yeh have no idea how long I've wanted to do that for."
She smiled not quite believing his words, "Probably not as long as I've wanted to do that for."
He chuckled then leant down and whispered against her ear, "Yeh ready to help me celebrate tonight?"
She didn't quite know what he meant by celebrate, the bad part of her mind hoped he wasn't referring to the party. Not trusting herself to speak she nodded. He placed another hot kiss on her lips. Everything felt so right at that moment; she just hoped she wasn't dreaming.
Pacing floors and opening doors,
Hoping you'll walk through and save me boy.
Because I'm too crazy for you.
Crazy for you.
To be continued...
A/N – Thank you celticfighter for letting me use your OC. The song is Adele, Crazy For You. I know my wrestling writing sucks, but hopefully I can improve on that. Let me know what you thought and fingers crossed part 2 will be up soonish :).