Hello, lovely readers!

A huge thanks for all the favourites, follows and reviews for the first chapter. I always get so scared and nervous when starting a new story that no one will read it and no one will respond, so all your feedback is greatly appreciated. I really do have the best readers!

Tantoune – Yes! It's finally time for a Roman story. It's been so long since I've written one, but I have lots planned and I think you're gonna like it

Beautifultragedyxxx – Thank you! I hope you continue to enjoy

KayIsDaughterOfHades – Thank you, my lovely. I have so many things planned for this story, I just hope it loves up to expectations.

Clarembees – I always find it happens in Dean stories too but since Roman is a father in RL I think he'd be quite protective and caring and take in a stray. And thank you, I like to give my character a background without going down the usual run through list. Amy's character will continue to be fleshed out, especially once she starts interacting with Roman

Grrlygrrl – I'm glad I have your interest and I hope you continue to enjoy this little story

Nolabell66 – Exactly! He's the powerhouse and the protector and won't leave a vulnerable young woman by herself.

Ambrose-kohli-girl - Its going to be one crazy ride! So I hope you're ready

This chapter is named after 'Starstrukk' by 3OH!3

Amelia Butler's Point Of View

I sighed in contentment the next morning as the sun rose, awakening me from my slumber. I kept my eyes closed, far too comfy to get up and face the day. After the evening I'd had, the day wasn't something I wanted to approach eagerly. It was going to be a tough day to face so the longer I could put it off the better.

So I kept my eyes closed instead a basked in the heat the Florida sunshine was bringing. It was warm on the skin of my face, birds tweeting in the background, the mattress soft beneath my body…

Hang on… Mattress?

I didn't fall asleep on a mattress, I feel asleep on a bench, didn't I? I moved my limbs around, feeling a quilt around my body and a pillow beneath my head. The wind of the outdoors wasn't billowing around me and I couldn't hear the hustle and bustle of the city.

I wasn't on the bench.

My body sat bolt upright, my eyes shooting open and scanning the room urgently. I definitely was not in the park or on the bench, a small part of me wondering if I'd returned home or if Jack had found me and picked me up. But the more I scanned the room, the room I realised this place was alien to me, a place I'd never been before.

It was a small bedroom with the basic necessities in it. A wardrobe, a bedside table with a lamp on it, a chest of draws with a small TV upon it, a mirror on one wall, and a window on the opposite wall. I was lying in a double bed, confusion hitting me harder than ever.

Where the fuck was I?

This was certainly not the bench I'd fallen asleep on last night and I'd never been in this room in my life so I knew this had nothing to do with Jack. I was relieved really. He was the last person I wanted to see as I knew it would only provide more arguments.

So who had brought me here?

I concentrated my hearing trying to see if I could hear anything beyond the walls of the room but everything was completely silent as if the place was empty. I couldn't be sure if I was completely alone, but I knew I couldn't hear anything else here. Only the tweeting of the birds outside.

That's when a sharp pain shot through my face.

"Fuck…" I muttered to myself, my hand instinctively reaching up to touch my sore cheek, memories of the night before hitting me again.

This was where Jack had hit me. This was the reason I'd walked out on him in the first place. And now I'd managed to get some rest and the pain had had time to settle in my body, it was slowly getting sorer. I was still thankfully in my clothes from the night before so I got out of the bed and approached the mirror I'd seen sitting on the wall, gasping as I saw my reflection. It was like nothing I'd seen on myself before. Thankfully the mark wasn't purple and there was very little swelling, but it was red raw, stinging every time I touched it or pressed on it. It looked awful. It felt hot and I knew I needed to cool it down in order to relieve some of the pain.

There was only one door in the room so I knew it didn't have any sort of en suite, so I knew I'd have to venture outside in order to find a kitchen or a bathroom where I could get myself a wet flannel to help the slowly forming bruise.

I looked over at the door, anxiety hitting me hard as I realised I had no idea what or who lay beyond it. It could be a kind hearted soul, someone helpful and generous. But on the other hand it could be someone as low as Jack and his drugged up friend. Whoever brought me here could have been someone who brought me to safety rather than being out on the streets, but it could also have been someone who saw a vulnerable woman and thought they'd hit the jackpot.

I swallowed nervously knowing I'd have to leave at some point. I couldn't live in this room forever and no doubt whoever had brought me here would come for me eventually. Besides, my cheek was really starting to hurt me.

Time to be brave, Amy…

So with a deep breath and as much courage as I could muster, I approached the door, slowly turned the handle, opened it and walked through.

I was in some sort of apartment, the door opening to a large living and kitchen area complete with sofas, a large TV, dining table and chairs, and a massive kitchen complex. Beyond the living area stood two large sliding glass doors which opened out to a balcony. A few other doors were littered around, no doubt belonging to other bedrooms but more importantly a bathroom.

From what I could tell I was completely alone in the apartment, no noises coming from any of the other rooms, so I knew I had to work fast in order to sort out my wound before I was caught or found out. I tried the door to my left, thanking god when it revealed a bathroom. I was grateful I'd found it on my first attempt so I quickly entered and locked the door behind me.

It was an average size bathroom with a toilet, sink, shower, and a mirrored cabinet above the sink. A small shelf sat on the wall filled with piles of towels, so I quickly grabbed the smallest one I could and ran it under the cold water tap, ringing it out when I knew it was wet enough. I lifted it to my cheek, relaxing as relief hit me, the cold water cooling my cheek down instantly. It felt wonderful.

I wasn't sure what damage Jack had done to my face exactly, but I knew I'd probably need more than a cold wet flannel to fix it. Nothing felt broken but I knew I'd need some form of pain killer in order to get by. The kitchen had many cupboards so I was curious as to whether there was a first aid box or anything in any of them. I checked the bathroom first but came up empty, so keeping the wet flannel clutched to my face I emerged from the bathroom and headed over to the kitchen area.

That's when the front door opened.

I froze on the spot, gasping as a tall man entered the room, closing the door behind him, holding some mail in his hands. My eyes were wide like I was a deer caught in the headlights, his face surprised to see me standing there. But he could never have looked as surprised and shocked as I did in that moment, the flannel dropping from my hand, landing on the floor with a thud.

It was Roman fucking Reigns.

What the fuck…?

A heavy silence surrounded us as my mouth hung agape, my hands ready to rub my eyes as I looked at him, trying to find out of this was real or not. I mean it's not every day you see one of the biggest wrestlers in the world standing in front of you.

This has to be bullshit, surely…

I'd followed WWE for years, ever since I was a little girl. My dad and I would watch it together when I was a child and I'd been hooked ever since. Sure, my viewing of the show had dwindled a little in the last year since I'd been with Jack, but I knew exactly who Roman fucking Reigns was and he was standing here right now, staring down at me.

"Hey, you're awake," he smiled, breaking the silence, placing the mail down on the kitchen counter. "How did you sleep last night?"

I couldn't answer him, my voice had totally vanished, my mouth still agape in shock.

No way is this happening…

This wasn't real, it couldn't be. This was some sort of dream, some kind of hallucination from whatever second-hand weed smoke I'd inhaled last night. This was fucking crazy.

"Would you like a drink?" he asked, walking over to the kettle and filling it with water. "Coffee? Tea? Juice?"

Still nothing would come out of my mouth, my eyes simply blinking as I stared at him like an animal in a zoo.

"You don't talk much do you?" he smirked as he rested back on the kitchen counter, his arms folded. "But I know you have a voice, a very stubborn one. From what I recall it told me you liked sleep. A lot."

I remained shell-shocked and silent.

"Can I at least get your name?"

"You're Roman Reigns," my voice finally managed to squeak out.

"Last time I checked, yeah. I am," he replied in amusement.

I shook my head in denial. Perhaps when Jack had hit me he'd given me some sort of concussion. Because Roman Reigns, the fucking WWE Superstar, was right in front of me.

"This is some sort of dream, right?" I muttered to myself. "You can't be real…"

"I'd kind of like to be," he said to me. "Because if I'm not then these last 30 years has been a total waste of my time and I need to get in touch with Vince McMahon to end my contract."

I swallowed, nervously walking over to him, trying to suss out if he was real or a figment of my imagination.

I looked at him closely, taking in his tattoo, his strong body, his sweaty gym gear. It all looked real but I knew looks could be deceiving. So I reached out a hand, cautiously touching his forearm, snatching my hand away when I felt warm flesh.

"Holy shit, you are real," I said.

"Told you," he said. "Now do you want a drink, because it's 10 in the morning and I haven't had a coffee yet."

Holy shit, Roman Reigns was offering me coffee.

"Y-Yes please," I managed to get out.

"Okay, go sit in the living area and I'll bring it over," he told me. "Stick something on the TV if you like and then we can finally talk."

My feet managed to take me over to the living area, my body dropping onto the sofa, my mind still trying to figure out what the fuck was happening here. I ran my fingers through my long brown hair, my mind assessing everything I'd heard and seen. This wasn't normal in the slightest and I wanted to make sure I had this right.

From what I could gather I was no longer out there on that bench, lying alone, not able to return home. In fact I was far from it. I was in the home of… of Roman Reigns, the WWE wrestler and current World Heavy Weight Champion. If I wasn't so confused or lost I'd have probably burst out laughing at the absurdity of the whole thing. This was like a movie, a book, some random piece of fan-fiction. This didn't happen in the real world.

How is this possible?

Of all the people in all the world for me to meet, how the fuck had it been him?

This was so surreal that I'd have slapped my face to snap out of this if my cheek wasn't hurting so much.

But I was brought back to reality as Roman walked over to me, placing my hot cup of coffee onto the table and taking a seat. I watched him closely, taking in his tall form, his broad chest, his tanned skin and his muscular arms. His hair was tied back in a bun at the nape of his neck, gym gear still adorning his body.

"Do you want to take a picture?" he asked. "Might last longer."

I quickly shook my head, looking away and taking my cup of coffee into my hands. "Sorry," I quickly said. "Just… trying to figure out what the hell is happening here, because my mind is working overtime right now."

"Well why don't we start with your name?" he suggested, resting back in his seat.

"Amy Butler," I said. "Well, it's Amelia, but everyone calls me Amy."

"Well it's nice to meet you, Amy Butler. I'm-"

"Roman Reigns," I interrupted. "I know."

"You're a fan then, I assume?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"What gave me away?" I said with a light smile.

He chuckled lightly. "Call it a hunch."

"How am I even here?" I questioned. "I don't understand. Don't you guys live on the road or something?"

"Only for 300 days in the year," he explained. "The rest of those days I live here and I just happen to have 4 of those days off in a row."

"What happened last night?" I asked curiously. "How did I go from that bench to being in the home of the World Heavy Weight Champion?"

The words still felt so odd and crazy and they rolled off my tongue.

"Because in all honesty there was no way I could have left you out there?"

"What does that mean?"

"I'm not the type of guy to leave a girl alone by herself at night, especially in a big city," he explained. "And especially when she's all by herself. The city isn't the nicest place when it's dark. I tried to wake you up in order to get you a cab to take you home but you were having not of it. You're very stubborn and you refused to wake up. So I figured the next best thing would be to bring you home with me and give you a much comfier place to rest. Besides you were hurt so I was not going to leave you. Which brings me to that…" He raised his arm, pointing at my cheek. "What happened there, kid?"

I went to speak but no words came out.

Could I really tell him the truth of the situation? Sure, I knew of Roman Reigns from TV but he was still technically a stranger, one I really didn't know well at all. The last thing I wanted to do was unload my problems on him, especially considering how deep and bad they were. He'd been kind enough to offer me a bed for the night, the last thing I wanted to do was scare him off with stories of homelessness, violence and a deadbeat boyfriend.

A little white wouldn't hurt. I'd only see Roman for a couple hours anyway and I'd soon be on my way to never see him again.

"I fell," I lied. "Had one drink too many last night and tripped and hit my face. I felt so drunk and out of it that the park seemed like a nice little place for a nap."

"Well it explains why I found you," Roman said thoughtfully. "But you need to be more careful. It looks painful."

"It is," I said. "It stung a lot this morning."

"Nothing looks swollen," he said as he leaned forward, his eyes assessing my face. "But it's very red. I may have something for it."

He stood and I watched him go over to the kitchen, searching through a cupboard.

"You do?" I asked as he fished something out and walked back over to me.

"Yep," he said, sitting beside me on the sofa, a green first aid box in his hands. He opened it up and began to sort through it. "We get tough injuries like this all the time on the road. It's easy enough to fix. You won't need a hospital."

He pulled out a tube of something, squeezing it out onto his fingers before he gently applied it to my face, rubbing it into the skin. I jumped a little, gasping as his fingers touched my skin, but soon relaxed. The relief was instant.

"What's that?" I asked.

"A cooling cream," he said. "Will lessen the pain, the heat and the redness."

His fingers were soft to the touch, the cream working wonders on my cheek, the pain already dissipating. My eyes fluttered closed, loving the feel of normality that was coming back to my face.

"God, that's good," I muttered.

"Is it working?" he asked.

"Perfectly," I said. "It already feels so much better."

"This is the stuff they give us at work so you know it's the best money can buy," he said as he continued applying the cream.

I could have fallen asleep there and then with how good it felt, but I already looked crazy enough to this guy. He'd already seen me asleep on a park fucking bench and gawping at him like an exhibit in a museum. Last thing he needed was me falling asleep on top of him because of some fucking cream.

Once the cream was applied and had absorbed into my skin, he searched through the first aid box again, pulling out some painkillers and popping them out of the packet, handing them to me.

"How about I fix you up some breakfast so you can take those?" he asked. "The cream is good but that's the stuff that will really fix you."

"Sounds good," I smiled as he stood and walked over to the kitchen.

"I only brought the basics yesterday so I hope toast is alright," he asked.

"Toast is great, thank you, Roman."

"You're more than welcome, baby girl," he said, giving me a quick wink before reaching for the bread. My cheeks became tinged with pink, blushing brightly even through the cream, my stomach flipping.

I felt so star-struck, so nervous. This was Roman Reigns after all and I knew I was living a lot of girl's dreams right now. But even though I felt a lot of excitement being here, I also felt a lot of relief. Roman bringing me home had offered me a place to rest, some ointment for my injury, and an extra day to figure out where to go from here. I knew I couldn't return to Jack but this was far better than sleeping on the streets.

I knew of a few hostels in the city so I knew once I was done here I'd call in at one of those and stay until I was back on my feet. It wasn't the most glamorous or nicest of options but it was all I had. Roman had been kind enough to take me in for one night but I felt as if I'd already outstayed my welcome. Besides, he thought I was just some drunken idiot who had decided to take the wrong turn home. No doubt I'd be on my way within a few hours.

So as he returned with my toast and I was able to take my painkillers, I began to set my plan into action, still unable to believe that I'd been here in the first place.

This was Roman Reigns's apartment and I'd spent the night in it…

Damn.

Again, a huge thanks to Tantoune, beautifultragedyxxx, KayIsDaughterOfHades, clarembees, grrlygrrl, nolabell66 and ambrose-kohli-girl for their reviews.