Few days have passed since I have met with Anastasia and I have never been more confident in the plan. It's nice to put a face to a name and getting to know Anastasia put my doubts on the back burner.

Elle, Anastasia, and I met up to go over terms, specifically responsibilities and financial agreements. Once the money started to roll in Elle would take 20%, while Ana and I each received 40%. It didn't sound like a lot but at this moment, any income would help. We just had to be patient. Anastasia suggested to take turns editing and uploading the videos.

I have done everything I can to make Grey Enterprise Holdings possible - it was all up to fate now. Today was the first day of starting our YouTube channel.

I have gotten to know Anastasia the past week and needless to say, I'm intrigued by her. She has only told me about her life at school. Everything personal about family and her past was off limits. I didn't want invade her privacy so I decided to keep my distance, although I really wanted to figure her out.

To be honest, sharing our lives on the internet is chilling. To lay out our lives for people to judge and criticize us.

Anastasia and I thought it was too much and decided to not pay much attention to the comments. Elle agreed to screen through the comments and show us only ones that were supportive.

Along with social media comes with the fact that it will be on the internet for everyone to see. So we also decided to essentially fake our relationship on screen and out in public.

Flash back to the night before *

"I've put a lot of thought into this and we need to be more mindful about our 'relationship.'" Anastasia emphasizes with quotation marks in the air with her delicate fingers.

We were in my apartment now, discussing the parameters of our relationship for the second day now. She sat criss-crossed on the couch, beside me as I leaned back into the cusion with my arm hanging off the back. Her knee grazed my thigh, making my cock twitch.

Christian, calm down.

She made it very clear that she wasn't interested.But with every lip bite and alluring stare, he couldn't resist the temptation. She's Aphrodite, a siren, a goddess - and he couldn't reach her.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, maybe we should consider being in a fake relationship when we're in public at school." I cocked an eyebrow at her and tilted my head. She's making it harder for me. "Harvard is not a very large school. Imagine the drama if someone gets word that we actually don't really know each other."

"Okay." I'm worried for her. I don't want to make her uncomfortable. "Are you sure you're comfortable with this?"

"Yes. We'll learn to take it slowly and what we are and are not comfortable with." She looks down and bites her lip again.

That fucking lip bite. It drives me crazy.

"Let's try to figure out our limits. Are you okay with holding hands?" She nods her head and surprises me by taking my hand into hers.

"Practice." She says in her oh so sweet voice and shows off her killer smile.

Kill me now.

I clear my throat again and straighten myself up whilst still holding her hand in mine. "What about other forms of affection?"

"I'm okay with hugging and kissing. We'll just work on it." She lets go of my hand and pulls away. "Another thing I forgot to mention is that I will not be available Sundays and Monday's."

That's odd. Sundays and Mondays were the only days where she doesn't have classes.

"Alright, sounds like a plan." She glances to the clock behind me on the wall.

"It's getting late. I should get going."

I nod. "I'll drive you back to your dorm."

"Oh no. I don't want to bother you. I'll be fine and my dorm is only a 10 minute walk."

"And that's 10 minutes too long on your own in the dark. You're a gorgeous woman and anyone could take advantage of you."

"I'll have you know Christian that I'm an independent woman and I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself." She crosses her arms across her chest and is giving me a stern look.

"I completely understand but if something were to happen to you and I didn't give 15 minutes of my time to drive you, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself." Her eyes soften but I can tell she's a bit upset about my comment. I stand firm so I grab my jacket from the closet and move to open the front door, letting her leave first. She rolls her eyes at me and walks out the door.

End of Flashback*

It's 9 AM now and I'm on my way to pick up Anastasia for breakfast. We're going to go over some details for our first video and then film right afterwards.

I pull up in front of her dorm building and the sky is getting cloudy and gloomy. I walk up to her dorm room and knock. The door opens and a blonde girl opens it.

"Hi, Christian right?"

"That's me"

She opens the door wider to let me in. "Ana! Your man is here!" She turns back to me, "Come on in."

I step into the common room and am surprised to see how large the dorm suite is. I decided to leave the dorms after my freshmen year since it seemed like my roommates didn't really appreciate my nightmares. I can't really blame them, I would be too.

I hear a lot of commotion from the kitchen and see 7 other people just standing around.

Full house or should I say full dorm.

"Ooohhh Ana's boyfriend is here!" A tall girl, with jet black hair says.

She practically skips over to me. "Hi, I'm Evelyn. We're all of Ana's roommates."

The blonde who opened the door for me is in the kitchen cooking now and yells, "I'm Kate by the way and if you hurt Ana I will hurt you!"

"Duly noted." Jesus Christ, that must be Katherine Kavanaugh.

"I'm Christian." The rest of them proceeded to introduce themselves: Jose, Jack, Steve, Leila, and Paul. They all seemed pretty friendly except for the fact that Jack and Paul kept on glaring at me.

Co-ed suite? I need to talk to Ana about this. It's sort of unsettling.

Moments later, I hear a door from the hallway open and Anastasia walks in, looking gorgeous as always.

"Hi Beautiful." I walk towards her and pull her in for a hug and kiss her forehead. We haven't really went over how we were gonna act around friends, but it's better to be safe than sorry.

"Aww!" I hear the girls squeal in the background.

She blushes and smiles up at me. "Hi, hopefully my roommates haven't scared you off."

"Well I'm just going to head out." I hear Jack say before slamming the door on his way out. Paul mutters something before leaving also.

"Ready to go?" I ask. She nods and we're on our way to a nearby cafe.

At the cafe *

"I was thinking our first video would be on how we got into Harvard. What our grades were, classes we took, SAT scores. Are you comfortable with that?" She nods.

"What's our love story? Like where did we meet? Or our first date? My roommates were asking me the other day and I didn't know how to respond."

I thought to myself and I remembered that she told me she also came from the same part of Seattle.

"We can say that we met in an English class and I was flunking so the professor referred me to you to help me. Then we became friends and discovered that we came from the same city while going the same flight home for the summer, and the rest is history." I also added with a wink and let out a laugh, "It's impossible to resist my charm." I say jokingly.

"Please your head is already big as it is, it doesn't need to be bigger." She giggles, referring to my ego and I'm enchanted.

"Ms. Steele, I am wounded," placing a hand over my chest, pretending to be hurt by her words. She lets out a laugh.

Man if only I could make her laugh for the rest of our lives. . . WAIT slow your roll Christian. You've known her for less than two weeks.

"Anyways the story works out because Kate was in New York all summer. She's been pressing me ever since I told her last week that I had a boyfriend whom I met over the summer."

"So you're not going to tell Kate about our YouTube ordeal?"

"No, Elle is practically my mother. She's been helping me for a long time without Kate noticing. Anyways, the less people that know about our relationship, there is less room for mistakes you know?"

"I agree. So, how long have you known your roommates. They seem um- How would you say it? - er enthusiastic?" We both chuckle at my wording. Gasp. She has dimples.

"I've known all of them except for Kate for less than a month. They're all of Kate's friends. She met them while interning at the Google headquarters the past summer."

"I see. Does it make you uncomfortable? There's so many people around all the time." And they are BOYS.

"I got used to it pretty quickly. We all pair with one other roommate to share a bedroom so I don't see everyone all the time unless I decide to go to the common room and kitchen."

Definitely not for me.

"What about you? Why did you choose to live in an apartments?"

"Sharing space with other people was just not my preference. " Especially when I'm screaming out bloody murder in my sleep.

We soon finish our food, going over the aspects of our relationship and video, and then we start filming. I invested in a somewhat good quality camera. I just asked the worker which was the best price for it's value. I just now have to figure it out. The thing I liked about it is that it had a flipped monitor so we could see ourselves while filming.

Let's get the show on the road.

How We Got In To Harvard

"Hi Guys! I'm Christian."

"And I'm Ana." We both wave to the camera somewhat awkwardly. There was an awkward silence, and then the next thing I knew we were both on the floor laughing. After a few moments we composed ourselves and looked over to each other.

"After we introduce ourselves, we'll say why we wanted to start our channel. And then go from there." She speaks with a small smile on her face, dimples showing and eyes shining.

This may be fucked up but I'm glad I get to call her mine. . . Even if it's a facade.

"Ok and we don't have to focus on keeping our thoughts straight. I'll edit the video to try to make it seem more natural."

She nods, "We can do this. We got into Harvard for God's sakes!" She grabs my hand leads us in front of the camera again. We've set up the camera on a tripod in my living room coffee table in front of our balcony so we had some light and it apparently looked more "cozy" according to Ana. I sit beside her, wrapping my arm around her waist and my other hand holding my coffee.

"I don't understand how you drink black coffee. It's disgusting!" She wrinkles her nose and I laugh, partly at how adorable she looks. When I'm with her, I feel free. I don't have to worry about my fucked up past and the financial drama with my parents.

"It's better than filling it with an absurd amount of sugar. It's not even coffee at that point." She rolls her eyes and looks back towards the coffee table. We, or I guess she, made a list of topics we were going to discuss.

"Hi guys! I'm Ana." She then looks up to me.

I finally realize that it's my turn to speak, "oh shit! I mean crap my bad. I'm Christian." I'll have to figure out how to beep out audio now.

"We decided to make this channel so we are able to document our life together and share with the world what it's like to be a student at Harvard University. I'm sure there have been some stereotypes going around social media." Ana continues to introduce the channel while I add in comments here and there.

"For the rest of the video, we're just going to talk about our academics and extracurriculars in which we believe helped us get into Harvard." Christian turns to Ana. "Let's start with GPA and classes?"

"The high school I went to had a pretty simple system. If you got straight As, you had a 4.0 GPA. However, if a student was taking AP classes versus students that were not, those with more AP classes had a higher ranking." Interesting. She stops talking and looks at me, expecting me to talk next.

"What was your ranking?" I ask, genuinely interested now.

A blush creeps up on her face, "I don't really want to brag or anything like that." She whispers.

She's humble too! Where has she been all my life.

"Anastasia, you're just telling them facts. You should be proud of your accomplishments." I encourage her.

"I was number 2 in a class of 900 students." My eyes widen.

"That's extremely impressive."

"Thank you." She smiles and returns to her confident self. "What about you?"

"My school had the same grading scale. I graduated high school number 1 in my class out of roughly 600 students." It was her eyes that widened this time.

"Now THAT is really impressive." I shrug. We increasingly became more comfortable in front of the camera. It was like as the internet/camera began to get to know us, the more we got to know about each other.

"SAT Scores. I got a perfect score on math and missed a few points on the English portion. I think it was along the lines of 2330 out of 2400." I mention, moving on to our next subjects. My arm is still around her waist and I lean back on the couch to get more comfortable.

She giggles. "I got 2370 with perfect scores on the English portions."

"That's amazing."

"Eh. I worked really hard. I studied basically everyday of the summer before senior year." She looks down at our next topic and continues, "Next, did you do any extracurriculars?" She puts her hand on my knee, making it really hard to concentrate.

"I am in rowing, and the team I was on made it to championships. Harvard's rowing team' coach wanted me so here I am. Academics was only partially what got me in here, it was all due to rowing."

"I tutored other students at my school and played the piano in Seattle Symphony orchestra."She plays the piano? Could I be more amazed? Probably not.

"A big part of getting into college is standing out and being unique to the school, along with hard work and ethics."

"So this is a pretty short video but we just wanted to introduce ourselves. If you liked this video, please leave comment, like and subscribe!"

"Be sure to mention what you would like to see next from us!" And with that, we wave goodbye and turn off the camera.

"That was better than expected." I mention. "I think it's really great that we're getting to know each other. Like you play in the symphony? That's extraordinary" I go off on a tangent and start pacing the room as I speak.

She laughs, "Christian it's really nothing. We all have something we're good at. Mine is piano. Anyways I've got to get to class. I'm glad I'm doing this with you Christian; I couldn't imagine doing it with anyone else. I really think this could work. Are you sure you're okay with editing this first video?"

"Me too Ana, and don't worry I'll figure it out. Elle said she'll gives us the feedback a couple days after the video is uploaded."

"Alright sounds good." She stands up and grabs her bag. Walking towards me, I see is hesitant on what she's about to do next. The next thing I knew, she had her arms around my neck and her head on my chest, and it didn't hurt, only peace.

"See you later, Christian."

"Laters baby." I wink and she laughs on her way out, potentially taking my heart with her.

A/N So I sprained my wrist and am currently typing with one hand unfortunately. I appreciate every single one of you guys and I would like to know how you guys are enjoying One Chance, any video suggestions, etc in the review. So yeah thanks guys! Talk to you guys soon! Also, if you want to follow my tumblr (all about Jamie Dornan and fifty shades), it's j dash d dash o dash r dash n dash a dash n dot tumblr dot com.Please leave a review!