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'you ready to go home?',
Charles asked me wrapping one arm around my waist, I nodded my head,
'I am very ready to go home and go for a nice warm shower',
I said to him, he laughed slightly,
'am I invited to that?',
Charles asked whispering in my ear, I nodded my head,
'let's get home then',
Charles asked. We said goodbye to everyone that we were at drinks with and walked out of the venue. Almost immediately we were met with cameras shoved in our faces by the paparazzi. Charles knew that just one singular paparazzi person freaks me out so having this many was truly pushing me towards a panic attack. Charles reached for my hand and I would have grabbed onto it but I was extremely anxious already. Charles grabbed my hand without even the giving me a second warning;
'guys can you all please give us some space!',
Charles yelled somewhat aggressively. Nobody backed away, Charles bought me into his chest wrapping his arms around me and shielding me from the paparazzi. He quickly walked me to the car, opening the door and very politely pushing me in. I shut the door and tried to calm down, Charles quickly got in the passenger seat,
'baby I want to comfort you right now but I feel as though it would be better if I just drive and get out of here'.
