When I got back to my apartment, the police were already there waiting for me.

"What's going on?" I ask, coming closer, and looking at my front door wide open.

The closer I got, I saw inside the apartment looked clean, and nothing out of the ordinary, but when I step inside, I instantly notice that someone had obviously been in there, eating my stuff and wearing my clothes, the place was a mess.

"Mr. Beckett?" An officer confirms as I nod my head. "Your neighbors reported seeing two people coming and going from your apartment since late Friday."

"Can you please confirm if you've ever seen these two people before?"

I stop walking and go to look at their phone to see a CCTV of two people I don't recognize, but I notice they were both young girls, possibly teenagers that didn't look much older than me.

"I don't know them." I tell them, and start getting annoyed.

"How did they get inside the building? I choose this apartment for security reasons exactly, where was security when this happened?" I snap out.

The officer looked at me strangely. "What reason would that be?" Ignoring my frustration.

I look at him and sigh, does this guy not know who I am?

"I'm an actor, I've been hounded lately, it's nothing I'm not used to but I felt like it was better to be safe than... this." I huff out, hinting at my apartment.

"Jokes on me, huh."

What kind of people just break in and then decide to live there? "Have you found them yet?" I ask, looking around my apartment.

"Apologies Mr. Beckett, and no, but we've got a few leads." The officer says, turning his phone off and then raising his head to look at me.

"Until we find them, is there anyone you can stay with? Family or friends? It's probably best to stay somewhere for a few days just encase they come back."

I rub my face tiredly and think.

Robbie has a girlfriend now... Clara, I couldn't impose in their life with my bullshit, not when things are going well between them, and my mother... well, that's a big fucking no.

Shit, do I really have no one to count on during times like this? Am I that alone?

"I'll get a hotel, I'd rather not risk putting any of them in danger."

The officer nods. "We can leave an officer with you outside your hotel for the next few days." He tells me and I tiredly nod my head. "First we just need a little info from you then you're free to go."

Jesus Christ, this can't be happening, arriving here had been a nightmare itself, to slip past reporters had been another hell... Robbie was right, this had made the news.

Is that why Donovan contacted me? Was he worried about me?

I have yet to text him back and to be honest, I'm not sure if it's a good idea or not, I'm physically and emotionally drained... from spending the past few months with no free time, to come home from my hometown on my dad's death anniversary.

Could I really manage to talk to him when I'm like this?

I give all the details the police asked for and then left the apartment outside the private back exit to get to my car, the whole way I looked up which hotel to go to, as my new agent tried calling me.

I drive out of the parking lot and start ringing Adrian, my agent.

The call goes through.

"Evan- thank god." He breathed out heavily. "Are you okay?" He asked, making me sigh.

"I was worried when I didn't hear back from you Friday." He asked, worry in his voice. "I think I've aged a few years these past few hours."

I rub my forehead with my thumb. "Yeah, I just got back from my thing, I just left my apartment and I'm on my way to a hotel." I tell him, pulling out as paparazzi hound my car with their cameras and start taking photos.

The police push them away from my car and I drive through, keeping my head as low as possible as I drive through the chaos, not believing how big this had blown up, and so quickly at that, there were at least 10 paparazzi here with cameras shouting my name.

"How the hell did they find out so quickly?" I swear out under my breath. "This is getting way out of hand Adrian, I thought you handle and stop things like this from getting out?"

He remains quiet for a moment. "Evan, I don't know how this blew up, there were rumors it was leaked from a neighbor of yours but at this point, the press know as much as I do, and the police haven't disclosed anything, so theirs no saying how it reached the news."

I can't believe this, I feel like screaming. "It was two women, most likely fans, that's all I know."

"Look I'm driving, I'll let you know when I'm settled at a hotel." I tiredly say and then end the call, not wanting to talk about it anymore or have him ask for details because I don't have them to give.

I can't believe this is happening, no wonder Robbie sounded worried when he phoned me, by the looks of it, the girls sneaked into a secured building and broke into my apartment and didn't get caught, that was until a neighbor noticed them, knowing me well enough that I liked my privacy and who I was.

Fuckers, spilling it to the press, can I really not trust my neighbors now?

Once I find a five-star hotel, I put my bag down by the side of the bed and lay flat out on the king-sized bed, my headache still strong and splitting down the middle of my face with how overly tired and stressed I am.

The police phoned ahead and stationed someone in the hall outside my hotel room, just until they find those girls, then I can go home.

"Home..." I mumble out and then scoff.

There's no fucking way I'm staying there after this, how long did this last place last... three?... four months?

My phone starts lighting up, so I sit up from the bed and grab my phone from a desk in front of the bed, recognizing the number instantly as I pick up the phone.

My heart throbs loudly as I stare at the number as my hand begins to shake.

I press my screen and accept the call, slowly moving the phone to my ear, and then wait for him to speak, after what felt like a long and nerve wreaking few seconds.

"Evan?" Donovan calls my name, that deep baritone voice that only could belong to him, sending shivers down my back as my body relaxes from hearing his voice.

"Are you alright?" He asks, his voice deep and caring, making me close my eyes tightly and grip my head, sitting back down on the bed.

"Yeah." I say, my voice cracking from hearing his voice. "I'm alright."

A silence falls over us as I tap my foot nervously, waiting for him to speak... or for me to grow a pair and speak first, but I had no idea what to say to him, so I waited, while I panicked internally.

"I didn't think you'd answer the phone."

"Where are you?" He asked, his voice hard and deep filled with concern.

Tears fill my eyes but I wipe them away, not knowing why I'm crying, maybe it's from how overwhelmed I feel from just getting back from seeing my dad, or maybe it was just everything...

I didn't want him or anyone seeing me like this, like some weak asshole.

I was supposed to be this guy, the 'bad boy' in the industry, tough, confident, and charismatic.

A throaty groan and sob escape my lips as I lay back down on the king-sized bed, my hooded sleeve covering my eyes as tears fall slowly fall down the side of my face, hitting the clean sheets.

"Evan." His calm voice slowly invades my ears. "Let me see you." His voice sounded painfully tight, urgent, and desperate.

"Please."

I hang up the call on him and take a deep breath.

With blurry eyes and shaky fingers, I type him my hotel and room details the best I could as tears fell down my face and blurred my vision, then I hit send.

Donovan...

Would he really come? It's been four months...

I need to pull myself together, but a small part of me feels better knowing he was worried about me, not only that but Donovan sounded different on the phone, I can't explain it, I felt like I could... we could... talk now.

I felt like he'd listen, and be there, I really need someone to be here for me, and that person could be him...

I needed Donovan.