Fit For A King (An Elvis Story)

A Little Less Conversation

Y/N POV:
Thankfully there were two more days off between L.A. and the next city and after you and Elvis spent the first day recovering, he was itching to get out on the town. When you first started going together, Elvis took you out plenty. You would go to local carnivals, see movies, swim, and fish. It was the most magical times. As time went on and his popularity grew, it became harder to make it out without getting mobbed, but he was determined to get out of the dark hotel room. He took as much precautions as he could. He and Lamar went to meet in the lobby where they would have Red and Sonny follow you both around to ensure your safety. Either way, you were glad you were getting out and about. Whenever you both did something that didn't involve his need to medicate it was always your best days.

You had picked out one of your favorite outfits. It was a long green tight skirt paired with a frilly white blouse and black high heels. You teased your hair slightly pulling half of it back and out of your face and observed yourself in the mirror. You looked good but you could feel the nerves starting to eat at you. Just the thought of what could happen whether it's getting mobbed or seeing Elvis stressed to the point of needing his medications, it heightened your anxiety, but you took several deep breaths and put on a smile. "Today will be a stress free day." You say aloud, attempting to coach yourself through your emotions. A knock at the door interrupted your pep talk and you went to answer it. Elvis stood leaning against the doorframe, am arm raised and holding him in place. He wore a red long sleeve button down with a white vest and a red belt and wore black slacks. His outfits were usually very outlandish, but he made them all look good. His hair was slightly styled back and the cologne he had on drew you in. You wrapped your arms around him and he gave you a quick peck. "You ready to go baby girl?" He asked smiling and you nodded, taking his hand and leaving your room to go downstairs and meet Sonny and Red. They stood near the exit of the hotel, arms crossed and clearly carrying. It put you slightly on edge, seeing their guns, but you felt slight comfort as well especially just holding Elvis' hand. "Hey boys! Looking real official today." You complimented. Sonny chuckled and Red perked up. "Gotta look the part." Red joked. "Ha! And play the part! Boss, yall ready to go?" Sonny asked. "Sure are. Thank yall." Elvis said, patting Sonny's back. They walked with you both to the car and Sonny opened the door, both you and Elvis sliding in. They closed the door and soon you were off on your date with Elvis.

Elvis POV:
We drove to one of the restaurants you had pointed out awhile back, expressing interest in their Mexican food. You were happy to say the least as soon as we pulled up which made my heart happy. We may have had our issues, but overall I loved making you happy and seeing that smile on your face. The hostess had already been expecting us and led us to our private room in the back of the restaurant. I pulled out your chair and you took your seat. I slid a tip to the hostess, mostly to ensure we werent bothered too much and took my place across from you. "Thank you for this. I know you needed this..." You said, acknowledging my feelings and basically dismissing yours. I smirked slightly and reached to hold your hand. "Baby, I know we both did." I said, acknowledging how you've felt. "I know it hasn't been easy. I'm not easy." I admit. "No, it's fine." You say, still putting me ahead of yourself. I loved your dedication to me, but did see a slight change especially the past few days. I could tell something had been eating at you, but you seemed too focused on being there for me. I made a mental note to address that at some point, but before I could continue on with my thoughts, loud noises came from the entrance of the restaurant and we both looked at each other nervously. "Damn." I muttered and looked behind to see a large group of girls attempting to get past Sonny and Red who were practically barricading the entrance. "They won't stop until they see you..." You admitted and I nodded in an unfortunate agreement. "Oh miss, I will have that mexican martini after all!" You waved a hand over at the waitress as she passed by. I looked at you with concern, knowing you hated whenever our alone time was interrupted. I squeezed your hand and you gave a nod, giving me the signal to go get it over with meeting these intruders. As I walked off, I looked back to see you recieve your Mexican Martini and quickly down it, requesting another. My heart went out to you and the inevitable stress it seemed I put you through.

When I found myself in bed in the back of my custom tour bus a few hours later I couldn't stop my mind from thinking. I played with your hair softly as you stared into my crystal eyes. I could tell your mind was racing. "Presley." You say softly. The rumbling of the bus racing towards the next city filled the silence. "Hmm?" I mumbled. "I'm sorry for today. I didn't mean to drink that much." You apologized, making my heart hurt for you. "Baby girl, don't apologize, it's fine." I said, pulling you closer to me. "It's not though. Even Red said it's an issue." You say, slightly catching me off guard. I wasn't too fond of my guys lecturing my girl. "Fuck that. You're a grown woman. You do what you want." I said. I could feel you shrug at the comment. "Elvis...would you stop what you're doing though? For me?" You ask and for a moment I was speechless. "I would...but it's more complicated than you think." I answer, which in truth it was. In order to keep doing what I loved I needed things to help me through, but i hadnt fully realized how my actions had been affecting you."D-do I....cause you to drink?" I ask the inevitable. Your eyes look anywhere but to me now and it gives me the answer I knew. "Y/n, I don't wanna hurt you." My voice slightly breaks. I hate knowing I was driving you to the same habit that took my own mother. A shiver went down my spine at the thought. "Hey, hey. It's fine. I'll take it easy from here on..." You say, clearly feeling the tension in my body. Your hand rubs my back slightly, soothing some of the morbid thoughts. "I don't wanna push you away, y/n. I love you too much." I said finally opening up. "You could never push me away, Presley." You say, attempting to reassure me, but I still had that fear in the back of my mind, like a bug that would stick around no matter how much I tried to shoo it away. This lifestyle was tough and I could start to see it affecting you more and more. When I first met you, you had been such a free spirit and now I could physically see the slow deterioration. The red eyes, the sleepless nights, the lack of emotion at times. I wrap you up tightly, kissing your forehead. It was late at night and the rest of the bus was quiet, but I laid awake for hours, holding you, as if to protect you from the hurt I had unknowingly caused.