Sirius was famous, he couldn't go down the street without being swarmed by fans and paparazzi. Being one of the biggest male actors at only 21 meant a whole deal in this world. He was on every cover of all magazines, being sponsored for any ads from toothpaste to the new Rolex.

His variety ranged from a long running tv show from to 2000s all the way to the newest hit film. Having been acting from when he was able to blink, literally, he was a baby actor used in a film once.

Coming from the distinguish backgrounds of being Black, although heavily estranged from all his family except his younger brother, Regulus. Ths media never truly let it go, always popping up a question at each interview as if Sirius would suddenly give them all the answers.

Truly, it was quite difficult to be such a star, but the rewards made it all better. Being loved by the majority of the world (or atleast his characters were), and having a villa in the south of France, as well as a mansion in the English countryside, and much more.

Sirius never let the fame get to his head, though. Sure, his public persona was one of a cocky playboy who danced from bed to bed, with a mysterious past. But Sirius kept his friends and Regulus close to his heart where it truly mattered.

Although, one day, Sirius had been riding his sleek black motorbike through the streets of a quaint Welsh town when it had suddenly started pouring with rain. Quickly he parked on a silent street before rushing into the nearest shop.

fortunately, it had been a bookshop, as the smell of books and coffee hit his nose almost instantly. Sirius ran a hand through his sopping wet black curls before walking a little further into the bookshop.

There was no one around, which was great for him, except one very tall man. Sirius cleared his throat before his breath died in it. This man was hot. But in a unconventionally attractive sort of way.

He was tall, lanky like his limbs didn't add up to size, had a crutch he was leaning his left side on. There were freckles on his slightly tanned skin, with a mop of brown hair that fell in waves, brown eyes that Sirius was getting lost in.

On top of that, this man was wearing a stupidly oversized grandpa jumper with ripped jeans. Sirius tried to not listen to his mind, which wanted to climb this complete stranger like a tree. "Hot-hi, hello, hi, I'm Sirius."