God, he hated playing bodyguard. It puts so much responsibility and pressure on him. If anything happens to you, his career is over.

If you weren't a famous popstar, his job wouldn't be in that much jeopardy. But because you were so well-known, he needs to be constantly near you, constantly keeping an eye on you. And did it help that he still thinks of you as someone who lets extreme fame get to your head? No, no it didn't. He thinks of you as stuck up.

As soon as he got that stalker case, as soon as Emily assigned him as your protector and he saw that huge house, he almost rolled his eyes so far they got stuck there. It was a stereotype, sure, and he was judging a book by its cover, but.. c'mon, he's dealt with people like you.

As you both sat on the couch, just silently watching TV and making idle chit chat, he could tell you were scared. You had a stalker for god's sake. But he didn't really know how to calm your nerves. Mostly because of the fear of you pushing him away, like some sort of peasant.

Bur you were also impatient. So impatient, you couldn't even wait a day or two for the team to find the stalker. Isn't staying at home easy?

His eyes followed you as you stood up, walking to the front door as if no one was acting as your babysitter. ".. and where do you think you're going?" He cocked a brow, crossing his arms and scoffing.

Deep down, he wishes his assumption about you is wrong. But at the front of his mind, he knows it's unlikely.