Flashback to the night of the charity ball
"Are you going to wear that red dress I got you for yer birthday tonight?" Paul says as we're both in the bathroom, him shaving and I'm brushing my teeth and thinking about what to do with my hair.
"Yeah." I say as he's looking in the mirror shaving and I just got done brushing my teeth and I grab my makeup bag and get out some eyeliner.
"Makeup? You don't need makeup, love." he says while continuing to shave.
"But I wanna wear some, feel fancy you know." I say and he nods and I apply some eyeliner to my upper eye lids, not thick or anything and put cover up where it's needed and some lip gloss.
"I don't know what to do with my hair." I say with a sigh while brushing it.
"It's look good how it is." Paul says sweetly and I leave it how it is and braid a piece of my bang and clip it to the side with a fancy barrette.
I walk by Paul on my way out of the bathroom to go change and slap his butt on the way and I hear him softly laugh. I grab the dress and strip off my clothes and get it on and try to zip it up, but fail.
"Dammit." I hear Paul mutter.
"I cut myself, will you come kiss it, J?" Paul whines and I smile and go into the bathroom to see him wiping off the excess shaving cream and I go over to him and kiss his cheek.
He wraps his arms around my waist and leans in and tenderly kisses me and he pulls away after a few seconds.
"Will you zip me up?" I ask him.
"You know I only do the unzipping, love." he says with a wink and I roll my eyes.
"You can do that after the charity thing. Please just zip me up?" I say and he nods and he turns me around and I feel his warm fingers trail on my back as he zips up my dress and I thank him.
"I'm nervous for this charity thing, to be honest." I admit while Paul takes off his t shirt and puts his nice dress shirt on that I had ironed for him earlier and begins to button it up.
"You don't need to be nervous, darling." he says while looking down at the buttons while buttoning the shirt.
"It's like our first public outing though where I'm going into your world of fame and publicity." I say while fanning out my hair and looking myself over in the mirror.
"You'll be fine, love. It'll be a fun time." he says while combing his hair while looking in the mirror.
"You better not try to get me drunk. I really don't want to wake up with a hangover tomorrow morning." I say.
"Ah so you are a drinker, huh?" Paul says with a smirk as he takes off his pajama pants and puts on a pair of dress pants, stuffs his shirts in his pants and buttons his pants up.
"No! Holly and I have gone to the bar a few times." I say and he gives me a skeptical look.
"Before we met." I say and he nods and proceeds to put his nice black tie on.
He doesn't like the thought of me going to the bar where there's plenty of drunk perverts and he's worried about what would happen to me if I went there, without him with me.
"We could always get drunk together and stick out the hangover with each other." he says fiddling with his tie.
"I don't think tonight would really work out then, it'd be kind of hopeless." I say and we both giggle. I mean yeah it would work I'm sure, but two drunk people trying to successfully have sex and all. Plus I'd like to remember it and how would we get home anyways.
"Okay it's settled. No getting drunk or tipsy then." he says with a laugh and I go over to him and tighten his tie for him and he kisses the tip of my nose.
"Come on sailor we have to get going!" I say and turn around and grab my heels and Paul grabs his blazer and we both get our shoes on. John took Lily again tonight.
We left the flat and got into the car and Paul took my hand and we drove off to the charity thing and arrived at it shortly.