"Do you want to go back to the hotel or I dunno drive somewhere? Cos I don't think we should be laying here any longer, i'm afraid we'll get burnt." he says quietly and I nod and we gather our clothes, the discarded trash and the two towels and make our way to the car, stopping at a garbage can to toss the trash and we get into the warm car and Paul quickly turns on the air conditioning.
He pulls out of the parking space and he rests his hand on my upper thigh and lightly strokes it as I look out the window as trees and buildings pass by us.
"Where do you want to go, love?" Paul asks me slowly as he keeps his eyes on the road and tries to remember where he's going exactly.
"Doesn't matter." I reply with my usual line, since I'm not all too picky.
"Hmm.." I hear Paul mumble while he has a slightly confused look on his face while he seems to be thinking of where to go.
"Wanna have a lazy day inside? It's supposed to rain sooner or later and some dark clouds are moving in, unfortunately." Paul says while leaning towards the windshield staring at the clouds.
"Sure, that'd be fun!" I say since I like having a lazy day here and there and it's good to relax from always being busy.
Paul nods and we drive to the hotel in silence and we shortly get there and put our clothes back on. I grab the bag of stuff and Paul hesitantly walks over to me and intertwines our fingers and we slowly walk up to the entrance.
It's even worse then when we had left earlier, now there were a dozen girls there too along with the dozen or so of press from earlier. I hear Paul let out a frustrated sigh and he tightens his grip on my hand a little bit and I move closer to his side and put my sunglasses on as Paul quickens his pace and we walk fast through the lobby as shouts, screams and questions are heard and gosh was it loud. Paul kept his head up surprisingly and stared straight to the elevator while keeping a grip on my hand as I walked right by him, almost touching legs we're so close. I hear click after click of cameras and girls were every way I looked and there were a few security guards from the fancy hotel trying to keep people back, but they didn't do a good job and people blocked our way and girls got on Paul and were hugging him. He tried be polite and get em off at the same time.
"Will you please just let us get to the elevator? We don't have time for this today." Paul protests in a bit of an angry tone. Girls kept yelling at me: asking who I am, calling me name after name and pushing me. Paul gets the girls off of him and he basically just pushes his way through the pack of people to the elevator and luckily it didn't take long for it to open.
"Bloody hell." I hear him say with a frustrated sigh as he looks down at his feet and then he looks at me with sad eyes and let's go of my hand.
"Darling, are you okay?" he asks me while looking at me concerned as he puts his hands on my shoulders.
"I'm fine." I say softly even though one girl hit me pretty hard on the arm, I'd have a bruise there tomorrow. He pulls me into a hug, wrapping his arms around me as I rest my forehead on his shoulder and I wrap my arms around his middle.
"I'm so sorry." he says apologetically while caressing my head and rubbing my back.
"It's okay." I say and the door opens and we get out and luckily nobody was up here and we depart and hurriedly go into our room and I fall back onto the bed.
"We're definitely leaving, it's not safe for either of us, especially you, love. And I'm not going to put you in danger." he says as he sits on the opposite side and picks up the phone.
I move over to him and put my head on his lap and he brushes the hair out of my eyes as he looks down at me sadly while the phone is pressed against his ear after dialing some number. He lightly runs his fingers over my arm as my eyes are closed and I try to recuperate from what just happened.
"Why's yer arm all red?" Paul asks me after he huffs and sets the phone back down on the hook, obviously not getting an answer.
"I think a girl hit me." I admit looking at it and it wasn't beat red, but it was red and maybe the size of a golf ball.
"A girl hit you?! Baby, I'm so sorry. Ah I feel horrible, it's all my fault. This holiday is supposed to be so we can escape all this fame shit and get away from fans and the press. I'm sorry baby, I'm gonna fix this. I promise." he says apologetically with a sad look in his eyes as he lightly rubs my arm. He leans down and kisses the red spot on my arm and he kisses my forehead next and picks up the phone again and dials some number while he runs his fingers through my hair.
