Hello readers! This is my third story here on fanfiction. My first was Fruit of Love which I completed a few months ago so go read it if you haven't yet! I started a HikarixWizard story (It's called Stargazer) that has one chapter so far and I started writing chapter 2 when I go the inspiration for this one.

I wanted to write a story that takes place in the city and I wanted a British Chase. So enjoy! I'll update when I can!

Review if you like it and I'll post Chapter 2

Part 1- Startling Encounters

The soothing sound of the almost purring like sounds coming from the engine of my black sports car gave me chills down my spine. My curly amber hair blew around wildly as I mashed the button to close the convertible top. I backed out of the small parking lot of the coffee joint I worked at and drove down the 2 lane street towards my flat downtown.

I'm Angela Grace Lockett, a 20 year old, culinary institute graduate, and proud owner of a brand new sports car and a small yet elegant flat in a mid-sized city outside of London, England.

It's no secret that I come from a rather wealthy family, my parents own a large dairy farm, which started as a hobby my dad had when he was my age. He had 2 cows that he took care of himself after he dropped out of college. Now we have a couple hundred cows and too many workers for me to memorize all of their names.

I, not being the one to frolic around a farm all day, moved away from our farm in northern California after high school to Europe to attend a culinary school and own my on bakery; although I'm not having much luck as of now.

I work at, like I mentioned before, a local coffee place called Aloe. The origin of the name still remains a mystery to me.

I have all I need to open a bakery, money, time and skill, but every single prime location I find to start my business is either inadequate to deal with several large ovens or close to night clubs and other not too nice places that I do not want to have an impact on the welfare of my future customers. But for now I'm pretty happy with my job and where I live.

I continued down the curvy road that soon entered the city. It was well past 9, I had the closing shift at work tonight. I turned the radio up and some cheery British pop song filled my car. I had heard the song before and sang along as I stopped at a red light. Not many other cars were out, therefore the light changed quickly to bright green.

I turned left and saw my building in the distance, next to several other tallish buildings, it stuck out like a sore thumb, not that it was a bad thing. The architecture was just different.

There are large windows that led out to a small balcony for each flat. The term "flat" is a European term for an apartment that just stuck with me after living here for the past 3 years. Most of flats had a lot of open space, mine was at the very top floor; therefore, it was the largest.

My eyes watched the desolate city street as I tapped gently on the brakes and approached the entrance to one of the many small parking structures around the city.

A flash of light brown came from the side of the street and I slammed on my brakes. I wasn't going more than 25 but I still hit whatever was sitting on the side of the street. Fearing I had just killed someone's dog, I killed the engine and hopped out of my car.

I wrapped my thick wool peacoat around my small frame as the early winter air bit at my exposed skin.

I poked my head around the front side of my car hesitantly, but instead of finding an animal, my chocolate brown eyes met a pair of bright purple ones. It wasn't an animal at all! It was person! A man who looked to be my age or a bit younger opened his eyes more to take in the scene.

Was he homeless?

Is he hurt?

One of the front tires had bumped up against the lower part of his leg, luckily it hasn't ran it over but it must have hurt like hell. I walked over to him carefully.

"Are you alright?" I spoke softly. The man lifted on of his arms and ran his hand through the messy, peach colored hair that stuck around his face. He let out a low grumble.

He had on dark colored corduroy pants and a dirtied up, beige windbreaker, a burgundy scarf lay on the ground next to him, and his feet were covered with a pair of what appeared to be some very nice, brown oxfords. At least he had a good fashion sense. I stifled a laugh, it seemed rather odd that such a well-dressed man be sitting on the curb of a busy daytime street.

"My ankle got a bit banged up" His voice was icing on the gorgeous cake. It was a raspy tenor with a strong British accent.

"Oh god! I'm so sorry! Can you stand?" I asked walking closer to him; I kneeled down next to him and lifted his arm as he stood.

He let out a wince and I struggled to steady him. I looked around for a place to set him down and get things sorted out, with none in sight I led him to the passenger side, which is still difficult for me to remember what side because of the way roads and cars are swapped from back home.

I struggled to reach down and swing the door open and set him down.

"Why were you sitting on the side of the road?" I caught my breath from lifting him up; he wasn't that heavy; I'm just weak.

"It's a long story." He sighed and rubbed his temples. "How rude of me, my name's Chase Marshall" finally I had a name.

"I'm Angela Lockett. I live just right there." I gestured to my building across the street. "If you don't mind me asking, are you homeless?" My question received a round of light chuckles of the purple eyed man sitting in front of me

"No, far from it actually. I live on the other side of town." He answered, pulling his pants leg up to look at his swollen ankle. He brushed the already bruising skin with his long slender fingers, which made him hiss in pain.

I put my hands on my hips. "Why were you sitting in the road?" I repeated my question.

"Like I said, it's an awfully long story..." He trailed off. An awkward silence hung in the chilly night air.

"Look it's getting late and you're hurt you can come up to my place for the night." I hesitantly proposed the idea before getting into the driver's seat and restarting my car and pulling it into a parking spot. After struggling to get Chase inside and into the elevator, we finally reached floor 15 where my flat was.

I stuck my keys in my door while Chase leaned up against a wall, humming part of a song that was playing in the elevator. I swung the door open and helped him inside.

My place wasn't anything special, at least in my eyes. The door opened into a small corridor with a simple metal coat rack and a few pairs of my shoes I had abandoned to put away. Luckily I had cleaned up somewhat, I'm usually a pretty organized person.

My kitchen was to the right; I had fairly new appliances and cookware. The whole front room I had was open area. The kitchen area opened into my den, it was a split level with 3 small steps leading to my large plush couches and soft carpet, the wall opposite of the front door was mostly window. I had closed my curtains almost all the way, some of the bright city lights still shining in.

I clicked on the lights and rummaged through my coat closet for my crutches I had to use 2 years ago when I broke part of my foot. I had slipped on ice trying to defrost my car. I'm always the clumsy one.

I handed them to Chase after adjusting the height on them; he stood not much taller than me, maybe 2 or 3 inches. I'm fairly tall, standing at 5' 7".

Chase followed me to the right of the main room where a laundry/utility room was and two spare bedrooms I had furnished simply with queen sized beds with dark designed comforters.

"There's a bathroom across the hall, if you want to shower just put your clothes outside the door and I'll wash them for you." I pointed down the short hallway to the last door.

"Thank you." He set the crutches down, sat down on the edge of the bed and slid his shoes off.

"There's a robe in there hanging up you can put on, I doubt your clothes will be done drying by the time you finish your shower" I decided to give him a minute before returning for his clothes and walked back across the main room to the small door way to the master bedroom was.

It was huge compared to the other two bedrooms. It had a bed with 4 posts and drapes around it, a small armchair sat in the corner next to a fireplace, similar to the one in the den. The walls were a warm brown with several paintings and pictures from back home. To the side if the room was a door to my bathroom which was too big for my own good, I had covered the counters in all of my various beauty products, some of which I never use but keep just in case.

I slipped off my shoes and threw them in the humongous closet and changed out of my skinny jeans and sweater and into my fuzzy flannel pajamas. I went into the kitchen and started a kettle on the stove for tea for both of us.

I heard the sound of the shower starting and went and retrieved his clothes. I didn't bother separating them into different loads and tossed them in my washer without much thought. My mind was still reeling. I had a strange man showering at my house, all I know about him is his name and that he was sitting in the street like a bum.

I'll have to press for the "long story" of why he was there in the first place later. I collapsed onto one of the large couches by the window and wrapped myself in one of my throws I had lying around. I clicked on the late night news channel and listened to the news anchors discussing the weather forecast for next week. Apparently it's supposed to be below freezing and snow like crazy. Just what I need.

I heard the bathroom door open and I was surprised that the creaking sound of crutches didn't follow.

Instead Chase walked into the room with no crutches; instead he limped a bit. The bright blue robe I lent him contrasted with his purple hues as his eyes met mine from across the room.

I got up and offered him a seat at my medium sized dining table across from the kitchen. I brought over two mugs of hot tea and sat across from him. Chase stared down at his mug, I watched him as he mixed some sugar into it.

His hair was damp and starting to curl as it began to dry. I would be lying if I said I didn't find him attractive because he was pretty hot.

"I suppose the hot water loosened the muscles in my ankle so I can walk without the crutches. I think it's just bruised up pretty bad." His heavily accented voice broke the silence as he looked up and met my eyes, making me look away quickly.

"I feel like shit to be honest. Sorry about that..." I trailed off trying to come up with a better apology.

"The reason I was out there was I had just left the hospital" he interrupted my thought process.

"You see I lost my parents at a very young age and my sister has never had the best health; she passed away earlier today from a case of severe bronchitis."

"Oh" I couldn't think of much more to say.

"Once the doctors told me what happened I just left; I got tired and dizzy and I guess I wasn't thinking straight when I sat down out there." He took a long draw from his mug and stared at his hands.

"We'll it's a good thing I found you. Some people out here aren't as nice as I am" I tried and failed at lifting his spirits.

"She was the only family I had left..." Chase whispered and my ears barely picked it up.

"I'm so sorry! I'm sure that me practically running you over didn't help" I apologized and took both of our empty mugs into the kitchen.

I went into the laundry room and pulled the now clean and dry clothes out and put them in the room where he was staying. He followed me in and I quickly left after saying goodnight.

When I got back to my room I searched my coat pocket for my cell phone. When I found it I noticed I had several texts all from Kathy, a girl that works with me. We met through work and are really close friends now.

I scrolled through my messages as I crawled into bed. Should I tell her about Chase? I set my phone on my coffee table. I'll tell her at work tomorrow, we both have the same shift from 7am-2pm

When I woke up the next morning, I showered and quickly got dressed into a fresh pair of tight jeans and a cardigan with the sleeves rolled up to my elbows. I opened my bedroom door cautiously and didn't see Chase anywhere. Something caught my eye on the small island in the kitchen. I walked across the cold floor and saw that it was a piece of paper folded over.

Thanks

~Chase

On the counter next to the note was 10 pounds. He didn't have to leave money!

I grabbed my coat and keys and left for work.

When I walked in the door, the strong smell of coffee hit my nostrils and Kathy waved me over. We were really busy at the moment. I voted on not telling her about Chase for now.

It's been a long and cold week since the incident with Chase. It snowed all weekend; making business at Aloe crazy.

I was currently making a latte for an impatient older lady. I handed it to her and she practically snatched it out of my hands and left without leaving a tip.

"What a bitch." Kathy elbowed me in the ribs as I rubbed my temples. I heard the door open and jingle loudly as it hit the bells above it.

I looked up to see messy peach hair and those bright purple eyes looking up at the menu.

Chase was here! He honestly didn't seem like a coffee shop kinda guy. I walked over to the cash register as Kathy excused herself for her break since we weren't busy.

"Can I get an espresso?" his voice resonated and made me weak in the knees. Why did he have to be so attractive? He looked down from the menu to meet my gaze. His purple hues grew wide.

"Angela Lockett, fancy seeing you here." He chuckled and got out his wallet.

"Yeah, how have you been?" I asked typing into the cash register and taking his money.

"Better than before. My ankle healed up pretty well."

I went to making his drink while continuing to talk to him.

"Tell me Angela, why do you work here? It was pretty obvious that you have quite a bit of money with that nice car and a flat of that size." He smirked and put his hands in his coat pockets.

"Well I want to open my own bakery, and I'm not having much luck of finding a place to open one. Plus I'm not the type to sit around and waste my parent's money when I can work just fine." Chase shook his head in agreement. I handed his espresso to him as he said goodbye. I mentally slapped myself for not giving him my number or something.

Several days later he returned. His bright white teeth cracked a smile as he approached the counter. I tried not to let him see my scarlet cheeks.

"Angela!" He grinned widely and ordered another espresso like before.

And this time I sure as hell didn't hesitate to write my number in black sharpie across his coffee cup.