We ride home in silence besides I giving some directions to Paul and we get to the hotel and luckily there weren't any press there. We both change out of our suits and into some dry, clean clothes. I fall back onto the bed and so does Paul and I feel him trying to pull me over to him but I pry his hands off of me and move to the other side of the bed, I just didn't want to be cuddled or touched, I had too much on my mind and I was stressed. Paul tries again and I take his hands off me again and I hear him let out a frustrated sigh and he doesn't try again. I don't fall asleep right away and I could feel and hear Paul stir and move around a lot, before I fell asleep. I wake up and look at the clock and notice I had slept for about 20 minutes. I close my eyes again and hear the water in the bathroom shut off and minutes later Paul emerges in jeans and a t shirt with wet hair. He didn't look too happy and he looked tired, he also wouldn't look at me. He goes into the living room and I then go and take a shower myself and get dressed and all afterwards and go out into the living room area and sit next to Paul on the couch, who was watching tv. I move closer to him and slowly put my hand on his knee, but he takes my hand off his knee without moving his eyes from the tv. I move back over to the end of the couch and mindlessly watch the tv. We sat there not saying anything to the other for about an hour watching shows on tv. I looked to the clock and noticed it was 6, and realized that the shops downtown were now closed. I get up and go over to the fridge and grab a sandwich from there and eat it. I go back into the bedroom and take another nap and Paul all the while stayed in the living room.
"Are you going to talk to me at all?" I ask him coming out into the living room and he was at the fridge digging around for something to eat and there wasn't much in there when I looked inside earlier. He completely ignores me and goes back over to the tv. I'm fed up with him acting like this, he's giving me the cold shoulder just because I didn't want to cuddle with him earlier. I gave it an hour to see if he'd talk, but he didn't and I made a decision. Maybe it's all a bit too much for me, the press, his fame, being dragged into both and us not being able to simply go to some stores without him having to dress differently. "It's kind of like he's ashamed to be with me" I think but then immediately dismiss that thought. And I hate how our relationship seems like such a secret, he says he wants us to be serious, but only one person knows and hell I don't know if he's told anybody. I don't feel like he's taking it seriously. I want him to meet my parents, so badly, I'm ready for them to meet him. It's hard to keep from your parents that you've been dating a man for 2 months. I sigh and go back into the living room and he hasn't changed.
"Fine, if you're not going to talk to me, then I'm not staying." I say and turn on my heel not looking to see what he does and I grab my keys and leave to go stay at my house. I didn't want to be there with him if he was going to continue to act like this for such a petty reason. I get home and change into pajamas and lay in my bed. Maybe that wasn't the only reason he was acting like this, but I try and forget what happened today and try to sleep, having too much on my mind and it all was overwhelming.