You're awoken by someone shaking you. "Wake up!" a familiar voice says urgently. You refuse to open your eyes until your mother has brought you up some breakfast and a cup of tea. "Five more minutes," you mumble and begin to drift off back into unconsciousness. "You've got to wake up now, come on!" the owner of the voice is shaking you gently but their grip increases slightly. It dawns on you that it is not your mother's voice and you open your eyes. Instead of your bedroom you see a deserted alleyway. Well, except for one other person.

You look up and realise, still half asleep, why you recognised the voice. It belonged to the lead singer of the band you had been watching less than an hour ago. At least, you thought it was less than an hour ago. You are more awake now, and curious to find out what is going on.

"H- how long have I been asleep?" you ask the singer, who is still dressed in his fur coat and leather trousers. His sparkly boots still glitter and catch your eye even though it's almost pitch black. The only light is that of a flickering street lamp coming from the other side of the alley wall.

"Long enough," he replied, "come on get up, we need to go. I'll explain more in a minute," he holds out hit hand to help you up. You take it graciously but you're still a bit dizzy. You stumble and pull him down with you, causing you to both collapse in a heap on the floor. "Oh my god I'm so sorry!" you cry, turning to check if he's ok. But his head is cocked to one side and his eyes are closed. He must of hit his head on the wall. "Shit!" you exclaim as you try to check his pulse. You put your fingers to his neck like they showed you in health class. Your fingers are a millimetre away from his skin when "AAAAAAAARGGHHH!" his eyes shoot open and he jolts forward, frightening you out of your skin. He erupts into laughter, "your face!" he cries hysterically.

You are not amused.

"I thought you were supposed to be in a hurry," you raise your eyebrows.

"You're right, you're right I'm sorry," he calms himself down and gives you an apologetic smile, your eyes meet his and you are reminded of when the same thing happened in the club. You notice he has beautiful blue eyes like the sky on a cloudless summers day. Suddenly a light is turned on behind you and you both jump. You turn to see the club door you remember falling out of earlier. The sound of a key being turned in the lock can be heard from he other side. Someone's coming out, and you don't want to stick around and find out who.

"Quick!" Sparkly boots guy grabs your arm and pulls you down the alley and round a corner just as you hear the door creak open. You hear footsteps shuffling towards you. Big footsteps. Presumably belonging to a big man that probably wants to kill you. He can sense you starting to panic and presses you against the wall, he clasps his hand over your mouth to stop you making a noise. You can't move, and if you're honest, you don't really want to. You're in the perfect position to figure this guy out.

His hair is jet black and quite long, but in very good condition, like a high maintenance caveman. Just above the collar of his fur coat there is a small patch of his bare chest showing, it's extremely pale just like his face and hands, and probably the rest of his body too. He is tall but not a giant, his height is probably helped by the four inch heels on his sparkly boots which come up to halfway between his ankles and his knees. You're close enough to smell the hairspray he obviously drowns his hair in, but it isn't an overpowering smell. More of a mild, musky smell. It's quite fruity, and reminds you of an orange tree in your garden at home. The footsteps are less than a foot away from you now and you close your eyes tight, wishing whoever this person was would just show themselves and get it over with.

But then they stop.

You can hear the person breathing around the corner. Your heart is racing like a horse in the grand national, you suspect Sparkly boots guy can hear it. He's staring at the corner, waiting. Ready to pounce on anyone that appears. They pause for a minute and Sparkly boots guy looks confused. Then you both hear the sound of him exhaling before seeing a small cloud of smoke drift up into the sky. A cigarette can be heard being dropped on the floor and the footsteps recede back to the door. You hear a slam as it shuts and both let out huge sighs.

"Phew," Sparkly boots guy says as he removes his hand from your face. Never before have you been as thankful to breath as you are now. "Sorry about that," he says, "couldn't 'ave you blowing our cover though."

"Oh I almost forgot, is this yours?" He rummages inside his fur coat before pulling out your jacket. There it is! "How did you…"

"Fell on the floor when you were sat at the bar. I saw you sat all on your own when I was on stage so I thought I'd come over after we'd finished the set and buy you a drink. By the time I'd came over you'd gone and left it on the floor," he explains.

"How did you find me out here?"

"The barman told me, you know the one with the tattoo of a can of coke on his forehead?"

Oh, so that's what it was.

"He told me you'd just left, and I couldn't see you out the front anywhere so I had a look out here and there you were, chuckin' up on the floor,"

Great. The first attractive guy you see in God knows how long and you throw up infront of him. Nice.

"I couldn't just leave you out here all alone, so I sat with you, held your hair back 'n everyfing, don't you remember?"

You only vaguely remember being sick, let alone who held back your hair.

"Wow, sorry I put you through that,"

"Christ, you really were out of it. It's alright, I thought you might have had a friend with you or something but no one else was around, did you come here on your own?"

"I was supposed to be meeting someone…"

"Oh right," he says pitifully, "he didn't show?"

You shake your head, in a way your glad, if he had shown up you'd never of met… you realise you should probably ask his name.

"Thanks for staying with me anyway um…"

"Vince."

"Vince," you repeat, "I should be getting home now though," your parents think your staying round your friends, but nevertheless you should probably get indoors somewhere.

"Sure," Vince nods, "do you want me to walk you home? Pretty young girl like you don't want to be walkin' round town at night. Lotta weirdos about," his eyes point to the drunk guy in a top hat that had just staggered past with a cane, muttering something about eels and polos.

You can't help but smile at the fact he just called you pretty and agree to let him walk you home.

As he walks you through town he notices you shivering and takes off his now iconic fur coat and wraps it round you. It smells of him, the musky orangey smell. You pull it up so that you can smell it as you walk along, also to hide your constant grin. You wish your friends could see you now, getting walked home by the gorgeous lead singer of a band.

As you are walking down the main road, one road away from your house, it occurs to you that it is awfully quiet. Nobody expects a lot of life at around three in the morning admittedly, but it was completely deserted. You get the feeling someone is watching you, and suspect Vince may of noticed it too, as he keeps looking around suspiciously. But no one can be seen. The road is lit quite broadly by the streetlamps, so if anybody was following you, you would be able to see them.

"Grab my arm," Vince whispers. You don't have to be told twice, it's reassuring having someone to hold on to. But your reassurance doesn't last long.

"Don't look," he says calmly, "but there's a man over there on that bench, outside the pub, watching us,"

Out of the corner of your eye you can see him, he's bald like the barman, and has some sort of tattoo on his forehead, although it's far from a can of coke and appears to descend down his face. This man is tall, and wearing a long coat, his eyes are hardly visible from the other side of the road. Although if they were, something told you they were probably watching you.