Saturday I called work to tell them I was unwell and unable to come in. The only illness I was suffering from was either being starstruck or love struck.

Kev worked late on Saturdays, so I spent most of my day, and evening crying. David had broke my heart, unmeaningly.

David's music still blasted round the house and I stayed up until Kev came home, once I heard the door open, I quickly turned off the music and wiped my eyes.

"Oh, I didn't think you'd still be up." He says puzzled.

"Yeah I couldn't sleep."

"Have you been crying?" He asks stepping closer to me. "You have haven't you!" He sounded... about it?

"Uni work is really stressing me out."

"Crying over it isn't going to help is it?!" I roll my eyes at him shouting at me.

"You're no help at all Kev, you're supposed to look after me and comfort me. You're just doing the complete opposite!" I shout back.

"Well if you stopped acting like a child then maybe I could treat you differently!"

"I am 18 years old! You treat me like a baby!" I scream back at him.

"Because you haven't done a single thing for yourself!" He says to offend me - which it did.

"You can sleep on the sofa tonight!"

"This is house too Rosalind Chester!" He shouts louder.

"Is it?! I pay the bills with El, you just sleep here! You earn the most yet you let us live like this!" The anger rips through me like a lion trying to catch his pray.

I pick my denim jacket up and fling it on angrily. "Where the hell are going!?" He asks annoyed.

"!" I shout slamming the door behind me.

I started walking, not sure where I wanted to go, I felt so lonely. This wasn't how I should be spending my time. Lying to my boyfriend, having recent shouting matches with him...

I came across a telephone box and routed round my pocket for my spare change. I put some of the lose change into the phone box and dialled a number.

"El?" I whimper. "It's me, Ros."

"What's happened?!" She asks worried. "Are you ok?"

I start to cry and lean my forehead on the glass, my breath was already beginning to fog it up. "No, not really... When are you coming home?"

"I'll get on the first train that's going to Brixton tomorrow morning if you want... What's happened?" She asks again.

"A lot... I've met David Bowie and since then... I just don't know what's going on anymore."

"Wait... You've You've met David Bowie?!" She screams down the phone excitedly.

"That isn't the point Eleanor." I snap. "I just wanted to hear your voice... How's your mum?"

"Not at all well... She - uh - she might be getting worse actually..." El sounded like she was about to cry.

"Here's me crying, being selfish, when you had so much more to be worrying about... Honestly Ellen, if you want to stay with your mum longer, it's no trouble. Give her my best, hope things get better. I'll call you soon."

"Thanks Ros, just give me a call whenever ok? Look after yourself. Bye Ros." She hangs up and I look at what change I have left... I had enough for one more call.

I reached into my pocket and found the napkin, I started typing it in and heard it ring only twice before it was answered.

"Good evening Margo speaking." Margo says in her very American accent.

"Margo. It's Ros, can I speak to him?"

There was a moment of silence, I could tell it was used for him to think whether he wanted to answer it or not.

"Ros...?" David croaks.

His voice sends shivers down my spine... "I- I need to see you..." I begin crying again.

"Hey, hey, darling what on Earths the matter?" He says calmingly which was soothing.

"A lot..." I whimper.

"Right. Meet me outside the pub tomorrow morning at 7, then I'll walk you back to mine. Get yourself home, get into bed and just have a big sleep. I'll see you very shortly, don't worry my little rebel." He says reassuringly.

"David," I breathe

"Yes Ros?" He says worriedly.

I smile and close my eyes and down the phone whisper... "Thank you..."

I can tell he smiles at this, I can hear it in his next words... "Goodnight Ros, see you at 7, sweet dreams my darling girl."

"Goodnight." I say with a small smile.

I didn't want to think about Angie and their son at the moment, David was the place where I found comfort. I couldn't understand why I got so worked up about it... Everyone knew Angie was a nasty piece of work to David, and David was too kind and gentle to be with someone like that... It couldn't last. All I had to do was sit tight.

I headed home to find Kev sleeping on the sofa, he wouldn't get up till late tomorrow because it was a Sunday, so I had to sneak out the house... My clothes were ready for the morning, and so was I.

****

At 6:30 I awoke, I put my Bowie jumper on, jeans, red heels and my red lipstick and threw my blonde hair into a messy pony tail putting my bandana round it.

Carrying my shoes down the stairs, I crawl past my hot-headed boyfriend and sneak out without him even moving.

Before I left, I noticed the post had already been delivered, which was unusual for a Sunday... But one letter was lying on the floor, addressed to ...

I opened it, and saw that this wasn't good news:

In that second my heart broke... . But this time a completely different heartbreak.

There was no chance of me becoming a pianist, my parents had spent so much on me to complete this... And I've failed... The only future I see now is me being married to Kevin, the man I don't even love, and having children with him...

Crushed by the news, I rushed my way down to the closed pub. David was wearing a hat and sunglasses, the only way I knew it was him was by the cigarette hanging out his mouth and the trench coat.

I'm close enough to see him now, and all of his perfect features.

I half smile, still thinking about the kiss we shared Friday night but also all the bad things that happened afterwards.

"Hello darling." his gorgeous British accent speaks.

I start to cry and pull my hands to my face to hide myself. His arms wrap around me and his hand lifts my chin. "C'mon little rebel, things will be ok. How about a cup of tea back at mine?" I nod and we walk hand in hand to his.

"Margo, it's only me, Ros is here too." His house was rather small on the outside, but on the inside a lot of work had been done. A chandelier hung from the ceiling and black and white tiles were spread throughout the floors of the house. Bowie's records were hung along all the walls, and even big posters were there too, some I recognised because I had them up in my bedroom at home.

He led me through to his sitting room and offered me a seat which I took, he soon came in with two mugs of tea and sat down right next to me. He put his arm around me and I leaned on his shoulder again.

"Remember when I said I've not lied to you...?" He nods at my shaky words. "I suppose you could say that was a lie in itself... I never told you about my boyfriend. When I was shouting at you the other night about-" I pause. "About I never told you about love affair. And recently, Kevin, my boyfriend, hasn't been treating me kindly... He shouts at me often and I'm worried about when the next shouting row will happen." I gulp and continue. "I also got this in the post this morning."

I hand the letter over to him and he quickly reads it. David's face shows more sadness then mine did, and he hugs me tighter. "I'm so sorry my darling." He mumbles close to my face.

My eyes were closed and I just wanted David to take me away from Brixton for awhile, from it all... "David, just please take me somewhere, anywhere that isn't here. Let's run away." I tell him, already dreaming of some place else. "Take me to Mars or something." I linked his song to my imagination.

He chuckles slightly but then he leans away and sighs deeply. I open my eyes to see him puzzled and looking into his tea.

"I-" he stops. "I can't Ros."

Again I hear my heart break. "Why?"

"I'm seeing Angie and Zowie once I go back to Central London." He says sadly and I can see he's hurt by telling me.

"Fine." I stand up. "Go back to the wife and child." I spit.

"Rosalind it's-" He tries but I stop him.

"Do you even love her? David? She's horrid to you! Don't tell me the papers are telling me lies because I know you, I know they're true. David Bowie, I know for sure that I can love you better than her and I know you love me too." I said it all out of anger... And I realised straight after what I had just said...

I say to myself.

David stands up too now, grabs my hands and leans down slightly. "Is the rockstar not allowed to have a little fun?" He mutters. "With his little rebel?"

"But you're using me..." I whisper back.

He kisses me, and the feeling I had the Friday night relit. He pulls back slightly. "My darling, I could say you're using me because of Kevin, but I'm not. Please don't think that way towards me." He kisses my forehead and straightens my Aladdin Sane bandana. "I'm going to fix every problem that you have Ros, I promise you that." He kisses my bright red lips again.

"Can I stay here tonight? Just for tonight. Then I'll be out of your hair."

"Of course darling, stay as long as you like." He kisses my forehead and I smile. "But I have bad news, I'm leaving Brixton by the end of the week..."

"Don't worry, I'm going to go home to see my parents."

"Just do me a favour my darling girl, listen to the radio a lot when you get home." He winks and then gives me his usual smirk.