AN: Hey there, I'm sorry that I haven't updated at all for a few days, but here I am with a new part! I hope you like it and that you don't find it boring, so will you leave a review with your thoughts?

Paul's POV

I continue to lead the dance as Mads stays silent and i exhale a frustrated sigh, this night is not turning out how i thought it would, not in the slightest. I stop dancing and Madison does the same as we face each other and her face glazes over with confusion as I had stopped the dance. People give us some odd glances at seeing us on the dance floor and not dancing, but I'm fed up with this whole stranger deal.

"Are you gonna tell me what's bugging you?" I ask her and she sighs and lets go of my hand as i was still holding it and walks away from me.

"Mads!" I call after her as she walks towards our empty table to grab her black coat and I follow her without hesitation, even when we pass our waiter.

"Sir-!" he begins.

"Bill my house." I tell him without meeting his eyes as mine are on Madison who walks furiously ahead of me and exits the door.

I continue to pursue her as she's now walking down the dark and dimly light sidewalk and I catch up to her.

"What're you doing?" I ask her as I try to get in front her but she finds ways around me.

"I don't want to be here with you, Paul." she tells me and I get her to stop on the side of the walk next to a building, as few cars travel on the road.

I gaze at her sad face as the lamps light casts its golden light onto her pale face and she looks as if she's going to cry, what have I done?

"Madison darling, will you please tell me what is going on?" I plead sadly and she crosses her arms over her chest.

"I can't do this."

"How do you know you can't?" I reply and she sighs before shaking her head.

"I know because I'm not like you Paul and I'm not the type of girl who you would be seen with! I'm not a starlet, a famous model or some beautiful celebrity. I don't fit in at these fancy restaurants where they eat bloody caviar and drink champagne! That's not me Paul, it's all you." she explains to me with help of her sad eyes and I stuff a hand in my pocket.

"Yes you're not an actress or a well known model, but that's what I like about you Mads! You're not famous and you don't have a big head and big reputation like so many girls I could be with. If you didn't want to go that big restaurant, you should've just told me." I tell her and her eyebrows furrow.

"Oh, so now it's my fault huh?" she shoots back and I exhale a frustrated sigh.

"That's not what-." I start and she moves her long legs to walk away from me and I follow.

"Paul, I'm not cut out for this." she turns around and plants her feet to tell me.

"This, this isn't me Mads, you know that. I don't like that crap caviar and drinking champagne. I like to bake cookies and make a mess, lick the spoon and have a laugh. I'd take a night watching the new episode of a show with crisps and a bottle of coke than all of this Mads. But it's all what comes along with my fame and what I sometimes like to indulge in or have to do 'cause my boss said so."

"I thought you'd like this, and I know it's all a bit showy but I just wanted to impress you." I explain to her and silence follows my small speech.

I sigh and sit on the bench behind me and rest my head in my hands. Why is this going the way it is, I ask myself. I hear her light footsteps and she sits beside me. I lift my head and stare at my folded hands and my fancy shoes.

"I'm just like any other guy, Mads. We could go get fish and chips for all I care if that would make you happy, I'd have no problem with it." I suggest and I turn my head to face her as she's too staring at the ground.

She lifts her eyes to meet mine and I give her a small smile which she returns, her stunning smile.

"I couldn't and can't take my eyes off of you tonight Madison, you look gorgeous I must say. I know there were dozens of other women and some famous ones in that restaurant but my eyes were only for you." I just had to tell her and her small smile grows into a proud grin and I move closer to her and place my hand on her blushing cheek.

I lean in to meet our lips and we share a sweet kiss before we both make means to pull away. I move a stray piece of her hair away from her bright eyes as I gaze into the color that is one that I've never seen before.

"I don't want our night to turn out like this love, so what would you like to do? We could go to the fish and chip stand, back to the restaurant or even home if you'd like. I just want you to be enjoying yourself, Mads. As long as I'm in the company of happy Madison tonight, I'll be beyond happy." I propose and she stares at her fragile hands that sit in her lap, I take her hands in mine and I stroke her soft hands with my thumbs.

"You really wouldn't mind going to get fish and chips?" she speaks and she lifts her crystal eyes to meet mine.

"Nah, I think some greasy food would do us some good." I reply and a smile tugs at both of our lips.

"Lets go nick that wine bottle, that stuff is actually pretty dang good." I propose playfully as I stand up and I enlace my hand with hers and we begin to walk towards the restaurant.

We sneak in and luckily didn't run into our waiter and I left money on the table for the wine anyways.

"Paul!" Madison complains with a laugh as I had taken a big swig and I grimace at taking too large of a drink as we now walk back to the car in the lot.

"Do you want some?" I ask with a laugh and I clear my throat.

"No thanks, your spit is probably all over it." she responds and I laugh and we get into the car to drive to get our dinner.

We pick up our meal of fish and chips and are now at a red light with our food in our laps and its delicious really.

"Hey, how about we go see a drive in movie?" I suggest to Mads and I look to her.

She nods and I nod back and we set off for the drive in and arrive to a grassy area with dozens of cars already parked there. I find a spot to park and we bring the speakers into the car and roll the windows back up, as our unfinished meals still sit on our laps. I figure out that the movie started about an hour ago and will be done in about twenty, but at least we'll get to see some of it. I'm grateful that the night has turned around for us, I hope more laughs and smiles are in store for us tonight.


I sigh and pick at the greasy fillet of fish in the newspaper wrapping as it sits on my lap and I look back up to the large film screen. I lift my eyes to see Paul who sits to my right as he eats the remains of his fish and chips and he takes a drink from his soda every so often. I look back to my appetizing food and think as the sound from the movie resonates inside of his car. I feel bad for walking out on him but luckily things got resolved and we're both having a good time, I'm finally comfortable. I smile to myself as I'm relieved that this night has turned around for us, thank goodness. I finish my filling meal and look to the film screen as the credits now roll.

"That was an alright film." Paul states as he stretches his arms in the air and I nod my head in agreement.

"What would you like to do now, love?" he asks and he turns to look at me.

"I dunno, what're you thinking?" I reply and he backs the car out of our spot and makes way to leave the area.

"Hmm, do you wanna to get dessert somewhere?" he suggests and we're now on the road.

"Yeah, dessert would be nice." I respond and he nods his head.

"Alright, so what kind of dessert would you like darling?" he questions and he stretches his free hand over to take my hand in his own and he intertwines our fingers together.

I look to him as we're now at a stop light and he flashes we a warm smile, I smile back.

"What kind of dessert is sounding good to you?"

"Hmm, how about an ice cream cone?" I reply and I admire how the street lamps light plays on Paul's immaculate facial features.

"That's a genius idea Mads and I see a sign up here for a shop." he responds and he looks to me with a small smile.

We soon arrive at the shop and Paul parks before we get out of the car and walk up to the small building, holding hands. The employee said they'd be with us in a minute and we replied that its fine since we need a minute to look over the menu anyways.

"What kind are you going to get, darling?" Paul asks and I think as I stare at the chalkboard menu that has only 6 flavors.

"I'm going to get strawberry. What flavor are you getting?" I respond and I move my eyes to look at Paul who's rubbing his chin before he sticks that free hand of his in his pocket.

"Well I'm going to order good ol' chocolate." he answers before the employee arrives back and Paul orders for us both.

"Thanks for paying." I tell him after he had done so and he gives me a small smile and kisses my cheek.

The employee comes back with our made ice cream cones and we walk back to the car with our sweet dessert in hand and we get in the car.

"Brr." I say as I shiver and Paul turns on the heat.

He rubs my shoulder and as I have my arms crossed and I feel the heat kick in.

"Are you good, Mads?" Paul makes sure and I nod as I pull my coat more tighter around me and I start on my ice cream.

I steal some peeks at Paul as we sit in the running car and eat our ice creams. I smile to myself and blush after he catches me looking at him. The next time I look at him I catch him looking at me and we both bust into laughs and smiles split across our faces. I grin and stare at my half eaten cone that has pink ice cream and I feel Paul's hand creep over and I lace my hand with his. He gives my hand a squeeze and I lick at my melting ice cream as the car heater is doing it's job.

"How's the strawberry ice cream, love?" I hear Paul ask and I cock my head to face him.

"It's great thanks, how's the chocolate?" I reply and I see his happy smile play on his lips as I too smile.

"It's splendid, thanks darling. Do you think we should head home now?" he proposes and I nod my head as I had just taken a bite of the crunchy cone.

"Sure." I reply and he nods his dark haired head and removes his hand from mine as he exits the lot and gets back on the road.

We arrive at home with full bellies and we're the only ones homes, it's still only 8 o'clock and I assume the lads will be at that party for a few hours more. I bound up the stairs for my bedroom and I change out of my outfit into comfy pajamas. I hear a knock on my door and put on a pair of fuzzy socks before saying 'come in'.

"Hey love, I brought tea." Paul states as he enters in sweatpants and a plain white t shirt.

"Oh thanks." I reply and take one of the two cups and we both lay down on my bed and I sip at the hot liquid.

I place my cup on my bedside table and take Paul's to set next to mine and he wraps his arms around me as I rest my head on his chest. I hear him start to hum a soft melody and I close my eyes with a smile on my face.