He never was one for the relationships. He was the guy who slept with the groupies and then moved on to the next girl or guy at his concert trying to get in his pants. Well then you came along. You were a small actor only a background in movies and a big fan of his.

When you came he was.. starstruck. You took the breath out of him, in the first row and he leaned down singing in your face you looked so cute and giddy he thought you were gonna pass out.

He had slipped you his number at the meet and greet after the concert and well the rest is history he suppose’s.

Ronan sighed grabbing your hand brushing a bit of hair out of your face. “You know if you don’t want to do this you don’t have to. Your first big role I bet you’re nervous.” The light of your dressing room was heavy on your eyes and your hair was all tangled. He got up from his spot on the couch grabbing the brush that was taking residence on your desk and sat behind you brushing through your hair. “Love when was the last time you brushed your hair? Would you like me to get your apprentice to get you a coffee? You look tired I’ll get you one.”