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I have a little author's note about this fic at the end of the chapter. But for now, enjoy some Roman-y goodness

DancingGirl0 – I love the brotherly bond between The Shield so I had to include it in some way. And you will have to see what happens with Randy

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Nolabell66 – He's very protective over her and I don't even think he realises he's doing it. Amy is becoming very important to him and is helping him become the man he previously was. She's good for him

This chapter is named after 'The Club Is Alive' by JLS

Amelia Butler's Point Of View

I stuck close to Renee later that night as the bouncer checked our names on a list and gave us entry to the club later that night. I was in an unknown city about to enter an unknown club with a woman I'd only met for 15 minutes. To say I was out of my depth was an understatement and I wished with my whole heart that tonight wasn't a girl's night.

I kind of wanted Roman there. I kind of wanted Dean and Seth nearby. But Renee was the best I had in that moment so I was going to stay firmly at her side.

The live show had gone without a hitch and had been one of the best experiences of my life. But that had ended over an hour ago so here Renee and I were, entering the club, ready to meet some of the women from the locker room.

And I was already hating every minute of it.

I didn't know what it was but being out by myself made me feel rather uneasy. The loud music, the flashing lights, the crowds of people, the constant flow of alcohol… I felt so unsettled it was ridiculous.

But the more I thought about it, the more I realised why my anxiety was through the roof.

This all reminded me so much of Jack and the shit he used to do.

I was always dragging him out of clubs, my ex-boyfriend either drunk, high as a kite or sometimes both. And afterwards he would usually get angry, loud and horribly verbal towards me. I'd never had a good incident with him in places like this. The more I thought about it the more I had to wonder why I hadn't left his dead-beat ass earlier, but this whole experience was reminding me of the shit he used to do and I wasn't enjoying it.

Hey, this isn't like all those times. Jack isn't here and you're out with friends…

My subconscious had a point, a very good one actually. It sucked that I was constantly reminded of the crap he'd done, but this wasn't one of those times. Right now I was out with the girls, I was out with friends, and I was here to enjoy myself, not drag Jack home again stone cold drunk. This was a good trip to the club, not a negative one.

Exactly. And the longer you drag your sorry ass along, the quicker one of these girls will know something is up!

It was another good point. I didn't want any of them to worry and I certainly didn't want to let any of them know my anxiety was due to my pathetic ex-boyfriend. So I would suck it up. Whether I liked it here or not I would not show I was nervous. This time out was supposed to be a fun one too so I knew I'd have to try with everything in my power to have a good time.

I was surrounded by new people who seemed lovely and I had borrowed a phone from Roman so I had easy access to anybody I needed.

So with my head held high I walked through the club with Renee to go meet up with the others.

xXx

All the girls were absolutely lovely. The Bella twins, Natalya, Becky Lynch, Sasha Banks, Naomi… All of them were so sweet and welcoming, greeting me with open arms and kind words. They treated me like one of their own and I instantly felt like a member of their group.

We all approached the bar, each having a shot of something sweet to start off the night before all ordering cocktails. We took our drinks to the edge of the dancefloor, sipping on them and scanning the crowds, moving discreetly to the music. The place was huge and from the amount of people here it was also very popular. It was all very overwhelming but I kept my cool as we finished our drinks and decided to move onto the dancefloor.

But as we danced and the crowd got bigger, my anxieties and worries grew. More people surrounded me, pushing and dancing against me, my mouth running dry as I began to panic a little. Memories flooded back to me of Jack, of him leaving me with his friends so he could go get a shot of something, of him being in places like this and snorting cocaine like it was nothing. Memories of him drinking, being lairy and vile and loud-mouthed.

My heart was beating heavily as if it was about to burst from my chest, my throat struggling to breathe. I could feel tears building and I knew I was on the verge of a panic attack. I couldn't do that, not in this busy place. I needed to calm down and get away for a few moments.

So without thinking I turned on my heel and rushed from the busy dancefloor to a much quieter area of the club where it wasn't as busy.

With deep and steady breaths I tried my hardest to calm down, trying to relax and keep level headed. Now was not the time of place for a panic attack.

I didn't want to be here. I thought I could, I thought I could come out and enjoy myself, but I just wanted to go home and get away from this place.

But to do that I needed help and I needed reassurance. So I pulled the phone I'd borrowed out of my bag.

I looked through the numbers list until I reached the phone number of Roman's hotel room, thankful he'd put it into the phone before I'd come out.

With shaking hands, I held the phone up to my ear, hoping with all my heart than Roman would just hurry up and answer.

"Hello?" came his voice on the other end. It was somewhat difficult to hear him with the loud music around me so I put my finger in my free ear in order to block out as much noise as possible.

"Roman?" I shouted over the noise.

"Amy?" he replied. "You okay? I'm struggling to hear you."

"Roman… Roman," I tried. "You there?"

"Amy…?"

This was hard so I knew the best thing to do was just tell him the problem and hope that he could hear me.

"Roman, I'm scared," I said. "I don't like it here. There's too many people and now I've lost Renee in the crowd. I don't know what to do. Roman? Roman…?"

Then a dull tone came down the phone and I knew the line was dead.

Fuck.

I groaned and tried calling him again but nothing seemed to be getting through. So I put my phone back into my purse, knowing I was totally alone in all this. I had no help and I had to put on my big girl pants and figure this out. I had to ignore my fear, my panic, and my anxiety. I had to go alone, be brave and try to find Renee and the girls again so I could reunite with them and see if we could leave. I was petrified but it was all I could do. It was better than simply standing there ready to cry.

So with a deep breath I decided to brave the madness of the crowds, diving right in to start my search for Renee.

The mass of bodies was almost impossible to manoeuvre through, everyone far too busy dancing, drinking and enjoying themselves in order to see me. No amount of shouting got them to move due to the loud music and the close mass and dark club meant it was very hard to actually see their faces. For all I knew I could have walked past Renee ten times and not seen her face.

So I gave up and wriggled out of the crowd, going back to my starting position. This plan wasn't working so I tried another one. I pulled out my phone and decided to call her. I knew this one probably wouldn't work either due to the noise, the fact Renee might not look at her phone, and the fact that my call to Roman had failed earlier. But it was all I had right now. I had to try something to find her.

I searched for her number and held the phone to my ear, sighing in exasperation when it kept going to voicemail. I tried twice before trying again for a third time.

I felt optimistic for getting through to her until one of the many clubbers around me bumped into me, knocking the phone straight from my hand and onto the floor.

Shit…

I bent down, searching the horrible sticky floor for my phone, something that was not helped by the moving feet of those around me and the dark lighting of the club. It was like I was going into it blind, searching more with my hands than my eyes. But after a few seconds of searching I finally found it, my eyes setting themselves on the rectangular device. I went in to reach it but someone else's hand got there first.

I stood up and followed the hand, my eyes looking at a tall guy with blond hair, his shirt open at the top to reveal the start of his chest. The stranger seemed little tipsy.

"Excuse me?" I said over the music. "But that's my phone; can I have it back please?"

He looked me up and down, keeping the phone out of my reach.

"How do I know that?" he asked. "Can you prove it's yours?"

"I…"

Thing was, this wasn't my phone so no I couldn't. I had borrowed it from Roman, this was his, and there was literally no evidence on it apart from finger prints that this phone was mine for the night. And unless he was some mad detective with UV lights, finger prints weren't going to cut it.

"Well… no, but I-"

"Then tough shit, sweetheart. The phone is mine," said the guy, slipping it into his pocket.

"Hey! Give it back!" I yelled.

"No chance," he said. "You know how much money I can sell this phone for? Sorry. You can't prove it's yours so it's mine for the taking."

Shit. I needed that phone. The phone numbers on it would be worth their weight in gold, especially with all the wrestler's numbers Roman no doubt had on it. Then there was numbers like that of Triple H, Stephanie McMahon, and even Vince. I couldn't let it get away with this jackass who thought he could just take it. It was far too valuable for that.

"It's not your phone either," I challenged. "Why do you have claim over it more than me?"

"Finders keepers," he shrugged. "Sorry, babe."

He turned to leave but in a last ditch attempt I tried to grab the phone but the guy reacted quickly, pushing me back harshly.

"It's my phone!" I tried.

"What the hell, you little bitch?!" he yelled, stepping towards me. "You think it's funny to just grab-"

"Give her the fucking phone," growled a voice from behind me. "Right fucking now."

With wide eyes, both the man and I turned and looked up to see a rather angry Roman Reigns standing behind me. His eyes were dark, his jaw tense, his hands balled into fists at his side.

What's he… doing here…?

"Ex-excuse me?" asked the man, all his confidence vanishing as he looked up at the man who was almost a foot taller than he was and twice his size.

"The phone you just took off this girl, give it her back," he said.

"W-Why should I?" he asked timidly, my body subconsciously moving closer to the Samoan.

His nostrils flared, his teeth gritted and he took a broad stride towards the man, the stranger's feet scurrying a few steps back as he swallowed hard. I'd never seen Roman look more intimidating.

"You sure you want to know the answer to that question?"

"No, no, no," said the man, shaking his head vigorously as he took the phone out of his pocket, handing it over to me. I took it quickly, clutching it to my chest.

"Now apologise to the young lady," Roman demanded.

"Sorry," he said, looking at me quickly before looking back at Roman.

"Now get the fuck out of here before I show you exactly what that answer was," Roman growled, the man legging it out of the club with his tail between his legs. We watched him go, rushing until he was out of sight. "Son of a bitch," Roman mumbled under his breath before he wrapped an arm around my shoulder, kept me close, and quickly led me out of the club. Once we were outside in the quiet and the fresh night air, he turned to me. "You alright?"

I didn't think twice, I just fell into him, wrapping my arms around him tightly. I clung to him, relief hitting me like a slap in the face, his closeness feeling familiar and safe. The phone was tightly in my hand as I held him, Roman returning my hug, cuddling me against his hard and broad chest.

He had helped me against a quite frankly vile man. I wasn't even sure how he'd found me considering the phone call to him had been a dud but it didn't really matter. Point was he made it.

"Hey, hey, hey," he said softly, hugging me close. "What's all this about?"

"Sorry," I said, pulling back a little to get a better look at his face. "Just got a little overwhelmed by the situation there. I thought he'd taken your phone. I thought I'd lost it and then you'd be annoyed with me."

He chuckled lightly, tussling my hair, keeping an arm around me. "I got it back, didn't I? No harm done."

"What are you even doing here?" I asked. "How did you find me?"

"I heard bits of your call before the line went dead," he explained. "I tried calling Renee but she didn't pick up so I decided to just come down here and see what was up. That's when I saw that bastard with my phone so I came over."

"I could find Renee and then I got lost and then I dropped my phone and he picked it up and he would give it back." I was speaking at a thousand miles an hour.

"Amy," Roman said softly, placing a hand on my shoulder as the other one stroked the side of my hair, my cheeks tinging pink at the action. It was so sweet and tender. "Don't worry about it. I'm here now, I have my phone, and everything is fine. It's alright."

"You sure?" I asked.

"Positive," he smiled, my body relaxing more once I was sure everything was fine. "Now do you wanna go back in and see if we can find Renee?"

I shook my head. "I think I just want to go home."

"Alright, baby girl," he smiled. "I'll message Renee and tell her I have you and then we can get a cab back to the hotel."

He kept me close as he typed a text to Renee before hailing us down a taxi, both of us slipping inside and driving home.

I hated that my anxiety and past experiences with Jack were still affecting me even though I was no longer with him. Jack was gone, we were over and I never wanted to see him again in my life, but my mind still couldn't seem to comprehend that. It still had fears and worries, things reminding me of him to make me act in certain ways.

But as I looked over at Roman and he slipped his hand into mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze, I had to realise I was in a better place now. I was surrounded by better people and was living a far better life.

Jack wasn't the main man in my life at the minute. Roman was. Dean was. Seth was. And as he offered me a warm and comforting smile, my mind was finally beginning to see that.

I want all my readers to know that after this chapter, this story will be updated on a more part time basis. Usually I update once or twice a week but from now on it will be once a fortnight or three weeks, perhaps a little more. This is due to a number of circumstances.

I'm finding I'm just not having as much time to write this story as chapters not only have to be written but they have to be edited and proof-read, which can be a lengthy process as I like to give you all my best work and not some half-arsed attempt at a chapter. Real life likes to get in the way lol. Secondly I'm in a good flow and a good place with my other live story Fraternize so for now I really want to concentrate on that and give it more attention. And I also have a Dean Ambrose story planned which I really want to get up soon as I'm really excited about it. This means Our Time Is Here has to be here in a more part time capacity.

This in no way means I'm giving up on this story. I hate leaving a story unfinished and always try my hardest to complete every fiction I write. It just means updates will not be as regular as before. I understand some of you may wander away from this story because of this and opt to read ones that are updated more regularly, but I hope you all understand and stick with it despite the gaps between updates.

Thanks for understanding, lovely readers!