A/N: Sorry this update is coming so late. I have been spending so much time typing a research paper that I didn't realize what day it was. Luckily, I had this already uploaded and ready to go. So, enjoy :D
I jumped up to the sound of the door slamming before I heard heels clicking. I know Kelly doesn't normally wear heels so I just automatically glared at whoever it was. "James?" I groaned and laid back down at the sound of Camille's voice.
"Why?" James whispered, making me giggle.
"James, baby, I'm here in Paris! I-" Camille stopped dead in her tracks when she saw me and James up under the tent I created. "What is he doing here?"
"What are you doing here? Who gave you a key?" James asked her, sitting up.
"Your mom gave me a key and told me to wake you up so you can take me shopping."
"I'm not going shopping with you." James quickly said and I tried to hide my laughter as her face fell.
"Yes, you are."
"No, I'm not."
"James, do I need to make a phone call?"
"Make the damn phone call, I-"
"James, just go get dressed." I told him and he looked at me in shock.
"Kenda-"
"It's Paris, James. You have to go shopping."
"I don't want to go shopping with her." He said, pouting.
"Then go shopping with me and she can tag along."
"…Okay." He said, jumping up and running into the bedroom. I sat there smiling at Camille while she glared at me.
"I'm not going shopping with you." She stated after there was a silence between us.
"You don't have a choice." I said as I got up off of the floor. I took down the 'tent' and placed all of the blankets in the corner. Camille walked over to the couch and sat down, folding her arms while I walked into the bedroom. James had two different pairs of jeans on the bed and three different shirts.
"Help me." He said when he saw me.
"James, just throw something on."
"I can't just throw something on. What if someone sees me? How will a fan react seeing me dres-"
"James, your fans don't care what you wear. If they see you they will be more interested in talking to you or getting a picture."
"So I need to look presentable."
"You look presentable now."
"I have on underwear."
"Exactly." I said, grabbing my toothbrush and toothpaste out of my bag before heading into the bathroom.
"You're not helping." He said while I was in the bathroom. I ignored him and continued to brush my teeth. I rolled my eyes when he came into the bathroom but I couldn't hide my smile even with a brush in my mouth. He bumped me with his hip as he grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste.
I started thinking way too much about how in this moment I'm standing next to the world's biggest star and he's just so happy because I'm here. I finished brushing my teeth and spit into the sink before washing it down. I smiled in the mirror and James smiled too before I kissed him on his cheek. I smiled a little harder as his cheeks turned a little red. It's so cute how he reacts when I do the simplest things with him. I walked out of the bathroom and opened up my suitcase taking out the first shirt I saw. I grabbed a pair of pants and socks, throwing everything onto the bed.
"Is that how you get dressed?"
"Yes, it's very…freeing."
"But what if your clothes are wrinkled?"
"James, we're going to the mall. There is no reason for you to be this nervous."
"I'm not nervous. I just want to look good."
"Then why are you trying? I don't care what you wear and neither do your fans."
"I know, I know but-"
"No buts. Wear what you want. Don't think about the magazines or press or anything other than yourself."
"Kendall, that's not how this life works. I can't just step out in anything."
"I may not know much about this lifestyle but look at the biggest stars besides yourself. Lady Gaga wears absolutely whatever she wants. If she wants to be naked she will wear as minimal amount of clothes possible. There are thousands of examples but you get my point."
"I'll take your word for it." James said before he looked down at the clothes he laid out. I sighed when he didn't make a decision and instead just looked at them before looking at me. I walked over and turned him around.
"What are yo-"
"Shh and don't look." I said as I moved the clothes all around. I covered his eyes before I turned him around.
"Ken-"
"Point to what you want to wear."
"I honestly don't think this is smart."
"Just pick something."
"Okay, um, this and that." He said, pointing.
"Considering both of those were shirts, I doubt that's your final decision." He laughed at that before pointing to two things again. I turned him around and grabbed the items he didn't choose and put them in his suitcase.
"Okay, here's what you will be wearing today." I said before I turned him back around. "I don't want to hear anything about your decision."
"I wasn't going to say anything." James said, putting on the pants. I got the feeling that he really wanted to say something but I was happy he held it back. I heard the sound of heels clicking and I sighed, turning to look at Camille.
"You're wearing that?" She asked.
"I-"
"Yes, he is, now stop talking about it." I interrupted, combing my hair. I put my shoes on and when James was ready, we all left out of the hotel room. I made sure to grab a room key when James was pulled out the door by Camille.
Walking the streets of Paris is really amazing. I mean, if you ignore the people looking behind me at James and Camille. There was a bodyguard behind them and I've never seen him before so I'm guessing he's for Camille. I'm supposed to be James' so I have to walk in front of him, despite his begging that I walk next to him. I love that he's becoming more and more confident with having me around, I just don't want him to do something he's going to regret.
We stopped at a few shops around where James got a weird looking clock and Camille just grimaced at everything. I could tell she only wanted to go to shopping so James could buy her stuff. I figured it must be a part of their agreement because James would give her this weird fake smile when she would ask for something. I guess appearances really mean a lot to him. We spent a little too much time in one shop and when it was time to leave, there was a crowd outside. Me and the other bodyguard, who I learned is named Julian, walked to the front of the store to meet the crowd. We both opened the glass doors and slid past enough so that we could close the door.
"Ladies, you have to move back if you want James and Camille to come outside." Julian translated my words for the girls and they all started to tell each other to back up in French. Julian said something else in French and the girls almost instantly got a sad look on their faces. When we went back in the store, I turned to Julian.
"What did you tell them?"
"That James and Camille won't be signing any autographs or taking pictures."
"Why tell them that?"
"So they won't rush them, screaming for pictures."
"You know that's not going to work." I told him and he rolled his eyes at me as we reached James and Camille. James was typing out something on his phone while Camille talking about something James obviously didn't care about.
"Camille, the situation has been handled. We can leave now."
"Finally." Camille said, handing her bags to Julian. I kind of pitied him, especially if he has to deal with her 24/7.
"What's wrong?" James asked me.
"Julian told the girls that you and Camille won't be taking photos or autographs, which I think is ridiculous. I've been on the other side with Katie and some girls seem like their lives will be made if they could get a picture with their favorite celebrity."
"Yeah but we can't please everyone and keep things in order."
"What if we could, there's nothing but a small crowd. I think they got in a line you could move quickly."
"Kendall, that's very optimistic but that can never happen. More girls will show up and I'll be out here taking pictures forever." I sighed knowing James was probably right. I just didn't like how sad the girls looked when Julian said those words. When the doors opened, the girls started screaming while others were waving and screaming greetings at James, trying not to cry. James waved to the girls as I put myself between them and him. Julian shielded Camille like she was a precious jewel and the girls were trying to kill her. In reality, the girls were more interested in James more than Camille.
"Do you think we should continue shopping?" I asked James.
"No, the crowd will just get bigger and bigger." Camille said and I ignored her looking at James.
"Kendall, I know you want to keep shopping but Camille's right. The crowd will only get bigger the more times we stop." I couldn't argue with him since this was something that he wanted to do so I just nodded and moved with everyone else.
This will be the only time Camille wins.
When we got back to the hotel, James was going through his bags and the things that he bought while Camille had a conversation with Julian. I, on the other hand, spent my time sitting on the couch, staring at the fantastically detailed ceiling before my phone rang. I smiled when I saw it was Katie.
"Hello?"
"Kendall?"
"Yes?"
"What time is it over there?"
"About 3 o'clock. Why?" I asked her.
"Fuck yeah. Fuck Mrs. Fornsith."
"Who is that?"
"My geography teacher." Katie said and I started laughing.
"What's so funny?"
"I was never good at geography either."
"No, I'm good at it. She just doesn't think so."
"You mean, just like how you're good at knitting?" I asked, knowing that she's terrible at knitting.
"Knitting is a hard thing to accomplish Kendall."
"What do you want, Katie?"
"Okay, don't hang up on me. Also, just take this into consideration for my well-being."
"What?"
"Just…can I speak to James?"
"He's not here."
"You're lying."
"No, I'm not."
"Kendall, I am looking at pictures of you, James, Camille, and her bodyguard Julian entering the hotel not that long ago."
"He's sleep." I said, wondering how in the world she's keeping up with everything from her room. She's probably keeping my mom updated on everything too.
"You just said he wasn't there."
"Because he's sleep."
"Kendall, please?"
"What are you going to ask him?"
"I have to tell you?"
"Yes."
"I'm going to ask him about something a fan was worrying about. Like a change in his set list."
"I don't believe you but okay." I said, getting up. When I walked into the room, James was trying to somehow put his stuff in his suitcase.
"James." I said, trying not to laugh at how he was contorting his body. "My little sister wants to speak to you."
"Okay." He said, reaching out for the phone. I handed it to him and he smiled before he greeted her. I was trying to figure out how the conversation was going while James answered back but all he was saying is yes and no before he looked over at me. He continued to say yes or no before he said he was sorry.
"Well, I'll more than likely be on tour again by then." He said and I glared at my phone, knowing Katie probably asked him something she had no business asking him. When he hung up the phone, he handed it back to me.
"What did she ask you?"
"She asked me if I could perform at her birthday party."
"I knew she lied to me." I said as I pulled my phone out again.
"Kendall, it's not a big deal." He said, holding my hand to stop me from calling her.
"I told her not to-"
"I think it's cute how you think her being a huge fan will affect us."
"I-That's not-"
"Yes, it is. Kendall you do this every time she calls and asks to speak to me."
"It's just I don't want you to think that I'm only with you for her benefit." I said and he smiled.
"That's so cute but I know you're with me for your benefit."
"That's not what-"
"I know what you meant." He said, placing his hands on my shoulder. "Calm down, okay."
"I'm not panicking."
"I didn't say you were which means you were." He said and I was about to counter but then it sounded like glass hit the floor. When we walked out of the bedroom, Camille was standing by the counter and the blue orchid was on the floor. The dirt was all over the floor and the glass it was in was shattered and mixed in it as well.
"I'm so sorry. My purse must've hit it somehow." She said as she put on her shades and I just glared at her. James clinched his fists as Julian walked pass the mess to go to the front door.
"Get out." James said, lowly. Julian opened the door but Camille didn't move.
"Why? Was this flower special to you?" She asked him and his fists clinched tighter.
"I guess someone should've picked a sturdier vase." She said, wiping off her purse as she looked at me before looking back at James. "It seemed a little cheap."
I slid my hand around James' and slid my fingers in between his. She looked down at our hands before she turned around and walked out of the door. Julian followed after her, holding all of her bags. There was a silence as the door closed and as soon as it did, James took a step forward and picked the flower up off the ground. He was looking down at the flower and I walked up behind him, rubbing his back before I saw a tear hit a petal of the flower.
"James."
"I hate that woman, so much." He said before he really broke down. I helped him stand up and hugged him. He accepted the hug and I could feel him cling on to me tighter than he's ever done. It almost seems like he didn't want to let go but when he did he announced he was going to go lay down. I took the flower from him and sat it on the counter before I went looking for a key card to the room. I remembered that there was one in the bedroom.
When I entered into the bedroom, I saw that James was already in the bed and his clothes were on the floor. He was holding onto a pillow and he seemed like he was sleep already. I grabbed the key card and headed out to go get a maid and find another vase.
When I got back in the room, I went into the bedroom to check on James. I walked in the room and the bed was empty. I checked the bathroom and it was empty. I checked around the whole room and James was nowhere to be found. I pulled out my phone and dialed his number, getting more nervous after every ring.
"Fuck." I said, when it went to his voicemail. The guard for the room had went home sometime while I was gone so I couldn't ask him where James went. I looked around the bedroom for any indicator of where he might've gone and when I saw that there were brochures opened on the dresser, I knew exactly where he was going. The sun was starting to set as I made my way out of the room and down the hall. I decided to skip the steps since I knew fans were probably still outside. I asked one of the maids if there was a different way out of the building and she pointed to a door.
As I stepped outside, I realized that I was in an alley behind the building. I walked a little down the alleyway before going back onto the main street. I took out my phone and googled the location for the Eiffel Tower. It wasn't that far from here but there was no way that I was going to catch a taxi around here and not get noticed. I kept my head down and tried to blend in as I walked along the streets, hoping one of James' fans didn't recognize me. It's weird because I'm almost positive James is doing the same thing. Unless he just walk straight out the front door… I pulled out my phone and dialed Katie's number.
"Hello?"
"What's the latest on James?"
"He's in the hotel…right."
"Okay, baby sis, I have to be honest with you, he's not. So I need you to make sure he hasn't been seen lately by anyone. I need you to get your little fandom mind on it, please."
"Did you lose him?"
"No, I didn't- Okay, yes I did. But that's not the point of all of this."
"So, what is the point?"
"Just find him and I'll do something to make up for this."
"Cool." She said before I hung up. I continued navigating my way through the streets of Paris before I saw the Eiffel Tower. By the time I reached it the sun was almost gone and there was no sign of James anywhere. I sighed when my phone started ringing.
"Hello?"
"Kendall, I think he's on the second level of the Eiffel Tower."
"H-How…never mind. Thank you."
"How will I be thanked?"
"I'll think about, bye." I said before I hung up. I made my way to the second level of the Eiffel Tower and when I saw him sitting in the corner, looking over at the sun setting, I couldn't help but smile. He had on a grey hoodie that I'm almost positive is mine. I dialed his number and he looked down at his phone before he answered it. He didn't say anything so I just walked closer to him.
"Kendall, don't be mad. I…I just needed to get away from it all for a while."
"Oh, well then I should leave."
"What?" He asked, turning around. I hung up the phone when I he saw me and walked towards him. He put his phone back into the pouch of the hoodie when I reached him and he just sighed.
"I can leave, seriously. I can go back to the hotel and give you your-"
"Just hold me you fool." He said, pulling me towards him. I wrapped my arms around him and he turned his head to continue to watch the sun set. We stayed like this until the sun was completely gone. I gasped when the Eiffel Tower lit up. I looked up to see that the whole thing was lit up like a Christmas tree. When I looked back down at James, he planted his lips on mine. I couldn't help but smile into the kiss as he wrapped his arms around me. After a moment, I realized that we were in a very public place. I broke our kiss and he whined as he tried to kiss me again.
"James, calm down." I told him, holding him back by his hips. He sighed and put our foreheads together, rubbing his nose against mine. I wanted to say something but I think this time, I should just keep my mouth shut and enjoy this moment we're having.
A/N: You know, I never really had so much Camille in one chapter and you can see why. She's a very toxic character and her drama just brings more and more of love out of Kendall and James. I also want to apologize in advance because I might not be able to update next Sunday because it's getting closer and closer to Final's week. Anyway, thanks for reading and leave a review if you want, it would be much appreciated.