It was about thirty degrees Celsius outside. The sun was blazing right down on her and there wasn't a breath of fresh air. All you got when you inhaled deeply was a lung full of smog, from the old English red busses that seemed to be everywhere. She had to be crazy for walking around the street of London on a day like this. But she was on a mission.
This time round she was gonna find that movie set and wasn't going to leave until she had finally seen him: Jonathan Rhys Meyers. Those gorgeous lips and beautiful eyes were worth paying an homage to.
Still it was no easy task tracking him down. She knew he was filming somewhere in London, but Woody Allen kept the filming locations an absolute secret and Ealing studios hadn't been very forthcoming with their information. If only he would start singing, she thought. At least it would be easier to track him down, she could just go to a concert and wait at the backstage door. Up until now she never had had so much trouble tracing down a celeb, but he was well worth it.

On the net this morning, she had found a clue to where they might be filming and she decided to check it out. The rumour was they were filming in Holland Park, a park near Nothing Hill.
She took the subway straight from Paddington Station, crossing over at Nothing Hill Gate and nearly going the wrong way. On the subway, it was hard to breathe, because there hardly seemed to be any oxygen. She had to drink some water just to stay revived. Finally she got there.

The park was beautiful, but because of the filming, half of it had been fenced off. She talked to a security guard, but he told her there was no way she was going to get in there. When she asked when Jonathan would be off, so she would be able to get an autograph then, he said he couldn't give out such information. Either way there was NO WAY this security guy was going to help her, but he wasn't getting the better of her. She had gotten this far and wasn't about to give up. Couldn't get on set, okay, she could wait for it. She was already here anyways. Finding a nice spot in the shade she sat down under a tree. With a bit of luck she could just spot the place where everybody was walking in and out, without being send away by that nasty security guard.

She had been waiting for an hour or when she started feeling a little faint. With no shops in the vicinity, she reached for the water bottle in her back-pack only to find that it was gone. Dammit, she must have left it on the tube. Well, she had no choice now, she would have to leave now and with her luck Jonathan would probably just slip by her. She started getting up and walking towards the exit of the park. She had seen there were some shops down the road and she had just enough money to buy herself a soda and a burger. Entering the street however she started to get dizzy. She was trying to cross the road, but felt her legs giving way under her. Just before she passed out she felt two strong arms grabbing her.

When she finally regained consciousness, all she could see were stars, but not of the kind she had been hoping for today. She could feel that she was being carried by someone, but hadn't an idea by who or where to she was going. She wanted to ask but clearly her brain was malfunctioning. All she could manage was a slur that even she couldn't understand. Luckily her rescuer, whoever he was noticed she was regaining consciousness. 'Don't worry, love. You are gonna be fine. I'm taking you somewhere cooler.' he said in a voice that somehow sounded familiar.

She could hear a door open and felt herself being put down gently in a chair in a room that was clearly was air-conditioned.

'What have you got there? Picking up things from the streets again?' said a voice that was similar yet different.

'I found this lady fainting in my arms.' said the first.

The second laughed and continued. 'Couldn't resist your magnetic personality, hey?

'Actually she wasn't looking at me, but was trying to walk straight under a bus.' the first one answered.

'I can understand women getting that urge when they see you.' the second one replied.

'Hey I'm still here.' she murmured, hoping they hadn't forgotten about her.

'Ohh, she speaks.' the second one said.

'Sorry dear. How are you?' the fist voice said

'Not so good, I can't see yet. All I see are stars.' she replied a bit panicked. She clawed around her and found a hand that firmly held hers.

'It's gonna be alright, you're gonna be okay.'

The first one told her 'Well that's what you get when your in the presence of one.' She heard the second one say.

'Try and lay your head back and see if they clear up. Paul, see if you can get the set nurse over here.' the first one advised.

She heard one of guys leave, slamming the door behind him. Finally the fog in her head started to clear up and she could make out colours and shapes. Her rescuer had grabbed a cold cloth and was cooling her down. His face started to get clearer as he was bending over her.

'Hi, I'm Jonathan.' he said. 'And you are?'

'Jonathan? Jonathan Rhys Meyers?' she asked surprised.

'Last time I checked, yes.' he said with that cocky smile she loved him for. He was looking utterly gorgeous.

'I'm Hannah.' she answered timidly.

'And what are you doing here, Hannah?' he asked.

'Looking for you' she answered. She felt she was blushing all over and was afraid she was going to faint again, this time from pure embarrassment. 'I just wanted to meet you, because I really like your movies.'

That moment the nurse came in. 'So I heard we had a person fainting.' she said very on a very monotonous tone.

'Yes, over here. But she just regained consciousness again.' Jonathan replied.

'Who is she, she's not part of the crew. Mister Allen is not going to be happy about this.' the nurse said again. She sounded very bitchy and actually looked the same.

'I found her on the street, when I was on my cigarette break. I couldn't just leave her there. I take full responsibility.' he said, whilst giving a wink to Hannah.

'Still, you know mister Allen doesn't want any outsiders on set. He gave specific orders about that.' the nurse replied.

'Just give her the care she needs, right? I will deal with mister Allen and make sure this lady doesn't leave the trailer whilst filming is in progress.' he said, becoming increasingly agitated.

So no leaving the set until they were done filming. She could live with that.

The nurse started looking at her, taking her pulse and checking her eyes 'I can't find anything wrong with her.' she started talking like Hannah wasn't even there. "Do you have attacks like this more often?' she finally asked Hannah directly.

'No, never really.' Hannah confirmed.

'It's probably just a sun stroke. Keep her out of the sun and give her plenty of fluids.' the nurse said to Jonny.

Another person had entered the trailer. He had blue eyes and dark hair, that was darker as Jonny's, but somehow he reminded her of Jonathan. The nurse left and then she was finally introduced to the third person in the trailer.

Jonathan had walked to the fridge and had taken a bottle of water which he was now handing to her. Then he pointed 'This is my brother Paul. He's a real joker once you get to know him.' Turning to his brother he introduced her as well. 'This here is Hannah, a fan of mine.'

'A fan of yours, hey? So it IS your fault she fainted. She wouldn't have been there if it weren't for you.' he said. Before Jonny could reply he turned to her saying 'You're a lucky girl. My brother is a real sucker for damsels in distress.'

She smiled and they laughed together.

They talked for hours about absolutely everything. Starting with his movies thy actually ended up talking about the meaning of life and what made a person truly happy. Outside it had begun to get dark and in the end there was a knock on the door. A man announced that it was time for the evening shoot and that Jonathan's presence was required. It was time for Hannah to leave.

He took out a picture of his portfolio she had never seen before. It was obviously pretty new, since he looked almost exactly as he did now, with the short hair and just that little bit wider round the chest. Then he signed for her. To Hannah, my personal damsel in distress. Big love, Jonathan Rhys Meyers. He gave her a hug and a kiss whilst he handed it to her.

'You have no idea how happy you've just made me.' she said.

'Do you feel well enough to travel?' he asked

'I think so' she answered.

'Where are you travelling to?' he asked again.

'Watford, an hour or so out of London. I came by train.' she said.

'Maybe you should take a cab back It's safer..' Jonathan said, worried about her safety.

'No that won't be necessary. I feel fine and my brother will pick me up from the station once I get home.' she assured him.

'You have a nice brother unlike mine.' he said, clearly joking and ruffing up his brother's hairdo. 'Let me pay your cab fare to the station, so I know that at least that you will arrive there safely,' he continued.

Together with his brother they smuggled her off the set, hiding her between his long grey raincoat, and making her giggle. Paul whistled for a cab and she got in.

'Thank you again.' she said while they parted.

'And thank you as well. It's nice to know I'm appreciated.' Jonathan replied.

He kissed her hand like a real gentleman as they said there goodbyes and then waved as she drove of. Who would believe this guy was so perfect?