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She had waited so long for this day to come. She nervously held her posters, pen, and paper in her hands as she awaited the acknowledgment of the large man in front of her to allow her pass.
So youre the lucky winner? the large man asked. His tight blue muscle shirt held tightly against his muscles and looked intimidating against his dark skin. His eyes were small in comparison to his balding head, but he appeared to be a lot more threatening physically than anything else.
Yes, she mumbled softly. Her whole body quivered. She looked up and met eyes with the large man who smiled gently and nodded.
Hes been awaiting his number one fan, Mr. Radcliffe is ready to meet you, the large man nodded past him toward the golden door behind him.
Her hazel eyes started to glisten as the tears in her eyes started to reach its exit, swallowing hardly she pushed the tears back. It was time to be brave. Time for her dreams to come true. She had been pushed down by her so-called friends for her love for him. And more so from her own family who treated her less than fairly.
She did have a few friends that she kept in contact with in a variety of ways that managed to keep her from ever doing anything regretful to herself, and also whom helped her to smile when she felt that things just couldnt get any worse. She took a deep breath and walked passed the man that appeared to be about six foot tall, only six inches taller than her, but felt like much larger difference between the two. Perhaps he was taller?
She shook her head, and sighed heavily before walking towards the door. Her hands shook as she knocked on the door.
Yes? Come in, a soft male British accent beckoned from behind the door.
She took a deep breath and remembered how she had won this opportunity, how of all the fans she was the one who was going to meet Daniel Radcliffe.
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It started months ago, when she first discovered who Daniel Radcliffe was, first seeing him in the first Harry Potter movie. Needless to say, it was his appearance that first caught her eye. His sparkle in his eyes, the looks hed give, and of course the British accent that flowed between his lips with every word he spoke. She began looking up more information on him, curious about him. And rightfully so, one might agree. As time passed by she realized what a sweet, caring, and touching guy Daniel seemed to be. She could feel in her heart that it was true. Felt it beneath her skin every time she saw his face on any newsstand or television. She didnt need to meet him to prove that, but she wanted to. Wanted to meet the man who drove her heart insane. Inspired her. Kept her dreaming, and alive. There were, of course, those that insulted her. Teased her. Those that didnt understand that like any other crush, or caring for another human, it was real. Whether one knows the person physically or not, when you care for someone you do. Thats that. Many thought it was impossible, forcing her to sometimes doubt the feelings she had for him. Doubt the moments when her heart would race to see him. To meet him. Even if it would just be to talk to him, thats all she really wanted.
A few of her friends made that possible. Without her knowing, they sent in a video tape full of information on why she should be the winner of the most recent contest to meet ones favorite celebrity. Of course, to her he wasnt just a celebrity, but in order to meet him one must go half way. She wanted to enter the contest, but had no way of doing so. Her mom forbid it. Insulting her hopes, her dreams. Pushing her to the ground and telling her that her love was false. Fake. That shed never meet him, nor never be happy. She had to study in school, and concentrate on nothing else. Keeping her off the internet for days at a time. In some cases it was a blessing, it allowed her friends to look around to find a way to help her meet her love. The one whom she was worthy of being his number one fan. It wasnt always the amount of material things one has of someone, but the emotion and love that one gives.
Her friends entered a contest, filming themselves and secretly filming her and things in her room to prove why she deserved to win. Taking some poetry that she had written for him, and entered it. Took it all, secretively. It made it difficult for her best friend who saw her in school every day, but it was possible.
You don't know what seems to be
What turns the wheels inside my head.
You don't know what's inside of me
Or the hurt you have lead.
If I were you and you were me
You'd see why I am dry.
You take away my will to live and be
The reason why I can't cry.
My soul is gone and is no more
I've lost my love for life.
Not that I had any before
Except for hopes of being your wife.
It hurts to watch you be right there
And yet, be far away.
I can't help but see you everywhere
In every single way.
And so I leave you with my heart
As I let it bleed.
You took my should to rip apart
And yet you're all I need.written by YinsorceressHer best friend kept the secret from her, the hardest thing she had ever done. Keeping a secret from her best friend, but worth it. To see the smile on her face when she found out she won. She was there when she found out. Walking home from school. When she got home she opened her mail and noticed an envelope addressed to her. She opened it awhile her best friend watched.
Wed like to inform you that you you I WON I GET TO MEET DANIEL!! was all she could say. She yelled it around the house, running through every room, up and down the hallways. Finally running into her best friend, hugging her tightly while tears rolled down her pale cheeks.
Her best friend finally confessed that her, some friends, and some online friends had entered the contest just for her. Ecstatic she went on and on about it for days, until the day finally arrived.
***
You can come in? a calm British accent from behind the door repeated.
She took a deep breath, wiped her hands on her denim blue jeans she wore. She adjusted her shirt that she was wearing. Making sure that the design she made centered perfectly in the front. I <3 You, Always. It red in black letters, the <3 in bright red. Taking another deep breath she slowly opened the door.
She closed her eyes and stepped in. On the other side of the room there he sat. Beautiful as ever. Not wondering why he hadnt opened the door himself, she stepped in and shut it behind her.
Behave, was the last words she heard jokingly from the man who let her pass.
Daniel laughed softly, Come on in, I wont bite, he teased.
Her spine tingled at the idea, and almost started to think otherwise.
H h she stuttered. She closed her mouth quickly before making a fool of herself, or fearing so.
So, youre my number one fan, yes? he questioned. He stood up and started to walk towards her, but baffled by her taking a step back.
Yes yes sir yes Mr. Mr. Radcliff she stuttered.
No need to be formal, were equals here. Call me Dan and I can call you? he started as he reached his hand out for a welcoming shake.
She badly wanted to say You can call me anytime you need me, but didnt want to come out too straight forward or too crazy.
His head tilted trying to get a glimpse into her eyes, as she started to look down to her feet.
Monique, she finally mumbled.
Well then, Monique! That is a brilliant name! Its beautiful, he said smiling. She looked up smiling, a twinkle lit her eyes and brightened her face.
Th-thank you, she stuttered.
Your eyes are pretty too. Is that hazel? he questioned.
Yes, yes they are, thank you. So so are I think your eyes are gorgeous, she said not caring anymore and taking his hand. With that he pulled her to him, gently, and gave her a hug. He had welcomed her and made her feel comfortable. Like a friend. Like an equal.
Monique could smell the cologne he wore as it filled the room they were in. There were boxes around the room, filled with numerous of objects. Monique closed her eyes as she breathed in slowly, taking in his scent.
They casually pulled away and he gestured over to a chair, Make yourself at home.
She found a spot on the black leather sofa on the other side of the room and sat down in it, setting her paper next to her. He nodded and followed behind her, sitting in a chair across from her.
Silence.
So what do you have there, Monique? he questioned. His British accent rolled off his tongue as he spoke her name. Sending a sort of chills down her spine.
Um, this? she said, becoming more comfortable.
He nodded and smiled softly.
Its a poem I wrote. I was just going to throw it away, but And this is a picture I was hoping youd sign for me.
Lovely, he said smiling. He picked up the poem casually and sat beside her. He read it out loud. It wasnt the same in the contest, he had remembered almost every detail said about the contest. Every detail about Monique. He did his best to make her comfortable. Treat her as an equal. Something about his caught his eye, and his heart. Finishing the poem, after reading every word out loud he sat in silence. Monique feared the worse. He had hated her poem.
This. This. This is the most brilliant poem I have ever read!! Its bloody brilliant! he exclaimed. It was so touching. His eyes actually glistened from an over gloss of tears to come.
You, you really think so?
Yes. Its beautiful.
Thank you. You inspired me, to write it, she figured better now then never to tell him. This might be her only chance to meet him. And she wanted to make the best of it.
Well, I also have some surprises for you, but you have to close your eyes.
She reluctantly closed her eyes. His making faces before covering her eyes with her hands, made it difficult for Monique to trust the young lad.
She tilted her head, trying to somehow figure out what it was that was going to be given to her, but did as requested and kept her eyes closed. The light from the outside window of California poured through.
OK, open them.
She opened her eyes to see a basket being held in front of her. Filled with signed goodies, buttons, folders, many Harry Potter and Daniel Radcliffe things overflowed the basket. Jumping up excitedly she wrapped her arms around him, nearly sending him backwards.
I take it, you like it? he asked laughing.
She subconsciously kissed his cheek, in pure happiness. After pulling back a rush of embarrassment and fear filled her, but before being able to think twice he leaned over and kissed her cheek, Im glad to hear that, Monique.
She blushed and lowered her head, and sat back down. Flipping through the stuff in front of her, pulling something out and admiring it every once in a while.
The hours passed by quickly for the two. Laughing, joking. Acting as if theyd known each other all their lives. Acting like they had been the best of friends.
There is one last thing, he said smiling. She looked at him, slightly confused but crossed her arms.
What is it this time, Daniel? she said in a jokingly mocking tone.
This, he said. He removed a few things on the other side of the room where a video camcorder sat. It had been taping everything. From the moment she walked in, to this point and beyond. She sat down, eyes wide and jaw dropped. Speechless.
I thought that the best way for you to remember all of this would be here. Its yours, he said finally.
She screamed loudly as she ran to him, throwing her arms around him. Tears rolling down her face, but not sobbing. Just tears of joy. It had been a while since happiness has filled her so.
And this, he said after she released him. He walked over and pulled a camera from the drawer on the same side of the room. Pressing some buttons, and then sitting down he nodded for Monique.
Comer. This way, this moment here will last forever with you, he said as she sat beside him. He wrapped his arm around her. And the camera flashed.
She buried her face in his arm.
Wait theres more. It takes up to ten images in a *flash* row they laughed as the camera took more images. Posing in insane manors before it snapped the tenth picture. Right before the tenth picture he turned to Monique, leaned forward and kissed her gently on her lips. His soft velvet lips lie softly on hers. The picture took. He sat back, his eyes wide at his own move, as was hers.
Not knowing what to do or say, Daniel stood up and walked over to the camera at the print out pictures that had been taken. He had already signed Moniques other things, but left this for last. Picking up one of the pictures he signed it.
Youre number one fan, Dan. Remember, always. Dreams come true. Then he signed his name Love, Daniel Radcliffe. He signed it and handed it to her, with the other pictures.
She fumbled through the pictures and set one of them face down on the couch.
Mr. Radcliffe, a male voice from outside questioned followed by a loud knocking on the door.
Come on in, Daniel acknowledged. The man from before came in and nodded.
While Daniel talked to the large man, Monique grabbed a marker and began writing something on one of the pictures, setting it back down she looked up to see what was going on.
Its time already? I have to go? Daniel slightly wined.
Yesir. Its time to go. Its already been six hours.
Monique walked up to Daniel and wrapped her arm around his waist, Thank you for making me the happiest person alive, and for making me feel alive.
Thank you for being my number one friend. And supporting me, and having fun with me he continued.
She started to walk out the door, followed by the large man.
WaitMonique?
Yes? Monique turned around, face to face with Daniel. He held up a pen and paper.
You didnt write down a way for us to keep in touch? He said smiling, and slightly blushing.
Here, she smiled. She wrote down her email address and telephone number on the piece of paper followed by Monique with a large heart shape over the i in her name.
He smiled and then after exchanging hugs they parted. She walked outside greeted by her best friend, questioning her about how it went. She seemed to walk blankly into the car. Smiling, but blank. Not hearing a word that her friends were saying. Sitting down in the car she looked down at one of the presigned pictures in her basket, pulling it out she say Daniels name again, and this time with an email address. She smiled softly, and held it close to her chest, thinking about the day she just experienced.
Monique she left this? Daniel said walking over to the couch seeing a picture face down. Picking it up he saw some words scribbled on the back.
Thank you so much, youll never know how much this day meant to me. It will always be in my heart, and mind forever. You inspire me every day. Every waking hour. I dont want to come off as sounding crazy, but atleast you have now met me, and I have now met you. I hope that this day was just as special or fun for you as it was for me. I want you to remember it always, as well. By this.
Love, Monique
He turned the picture over and began to smile. And then laugh.
What is it Mr. Radcliffe? the large man asked, turning around as he drove the limo Daniel rode in to the airport.
Nothing, nothing at all. Just just something that I will always remember today by, he said smiling and looking down again at the picture. The picture of the kiss. With the words Meaningful written at the bottom in black ink.
He sighed and set his head back on the head rest. Quickly, he then grabbed the laptop sitting next to him. Opening his email he typed into the compose box a new email address, and subject: Glad You Had Fun.
And the first email from him to Monique was sent, and definitely not the last.
~The End~
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