She- Elvis Presley x ps! Reader

Sparks

You and Elvis had been in Vegas for a month everything was going smooth, you were happy and it looked like Elvis was happy. Elvis was slouching as he sat at the edge of the bed, sniffling as he broke the pieces he fixed. "I just want to go back to how it was, I'm not good at commitments" he says, tears fall down your cheeks as you get up with a nod. "Elvis, you don't have to lie to me. If you don't want to be with me...then just say it" you say going to the closet. You saw sparks with him, you thought you had something you weren't going to lose, you'd been mistaken. "I-..I don't want to be with you" he says looking to the closet. You walk out getting your shoes on. "I'm not going to ask for a reason. I'm sure i know what it is." You say going for the door. "Wait- I love you" he says his eyes not tearful. Just built with sorrow. "No, you don't get to do that Elvis." You say shaking your head. "But chop..I-" you cut him off "no more chop. No more I love yous. No more, if I drove you away so far then stay far." You say slamming the door behind you as you leave. He knew you would come to your senses and leave him if he cheated on you. Plus he didn't want to hurt you, seeing as he hurt you just now that one didn't work out.

Elvis sat on the edge of the bed you slept in before till it was time for his show, you wouldn't be there to route him on, to make him feel like his purpose was to make you enjoy the show, he has the motivation to do it for his fans, he just believes you were his purpose to continue or start everything good. He quickly found out what he lost the moment he went on that stage. You got another hotel in the international, not having a way back to Memphis, you also thought about moving here in the short time span you had with booking your room, Elvis was here less then Memphis, well the international. He stayed in Vegas a lot. But Vegas is so big, you for sure would never run into him, especially with all his fans here. The next few days you would have to think it over.

After a few days of going out finding distractions from Elvis you sat on the chair In Your hotel and recalled everything. You hate Elvis Presley, you hate him. Hate him for having your heart, hate him for being Elvis Presley. He was the only one you ever wanted and the only one you'll ever need. But you're not gonna deal with him cheating on you, no you knew exactly why he left. He left because he can't keep his dick in his pant and hands to himself, you despises him for that. He's a horny man looking for sex in anything. All he has to do is fuck his damn fiancé. Not some chick that likely has a std, It pained you. At some point you ended up blaming yourself, not that it's your fault by any means but you thought it was after thinking to hard about it.
Overthinking it. With a shaky sigh you got up and left the hotel for the fourth time that day. Shopping was about the only thing you could do right now that got your mind off of the man. You decided you might as well try living in Vegas. Less chance of Elvis in your face seeing at Vegas had a lot of big names, Elvis was just..a bigger name..but Memphis has everything Elvis because he's from there. Vegas has a little less then that. As you open the door to a store you look down your ring shining so bright in the sun it could blind someone. You hadn't had the power to take off the expensive gold and diamond ring. You bite your lip and go in the store. You saw something in Elvis, maybe it was comfort and safety. You didn't know but you saw something In him that told you he loved you. But maybe he didn't want to. He drives people away when he tends to do that, and that's what he was doing. A loud scream is heard from outside and the employees quickly run and lock the door after it dings. You turn around and see Elvis. You make eye contact and everything in your arms drop. Just like your heart.

This is just what you needed, thank god he answered your prayers. That's sarcasm. You stood frozen as Elvis made his way to you. "Y/n." He says, his eyes are red as he takes of his glasses. Glassy with tears. "Elvis" you say your breath was so heavy, like you had ran a marathon. "I seen your car. You weren't at the hotel and I want to talk to you." He says grabbing your hand. You pull it away slowly, looking at him you give him a slight nod to say what he wants to. "I'm sorry, I'm so so so stupid. Ya already know that. I'm just.. I got some cold feet. I don't want other girls I want you." He says scanning your face. "Well Elvis you already chose the other girls. You can't just throw one out if you want the other option" you say earning a nod from him. "I know. I know, but i don't want to go on doin' anything without ya by my side." He sighs as he looks down. "I didn't mean to drive you away, i promise I'll always look out for you. You mean so much to me. Please come back." Elvis looked like he was on the verge of tears. "Elvis I'm sorry but I can't. Not till you can prove to me you deserve my trust again." You say, Elvis lays his hand on your arm. "I won't let you down, i know I was wrong." He says so softly it hurt your heart. "Elvis Presley. I hate you, for having my heart." You say walking away from him and unlocking the door rushing to your car. Elvis bought the car for you..you hated it. You loved the car, you were very thankful for it, but it was Elvis who bought it. It still lingered with his smell.

Elvis was very determined to prove to you that you could trust him. Later that night Elvis had a letter slipped under your door.

My sweet girl,

please attend my dinner performance tonight, I have a way of showing you the providence of trust and love from your sweet heart, I'm sorry I hurt you. I promise to keep you save and away from any harm like that again. I love you my sweet girl.

E.P.

I hope you guys like this chapter it's short but it's to the point and the next chapter I think you guys will like love you-Kai
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