I won't lose you.

Chapter 5.

-Melanie's P.O.V.

James pulled into the parking lot of the movies. Stepping out of the car, James linked arms with me again. Although this happened a lot tonight, I did not take any of it for granted. I enjoyed every second he was close to me. The kisses we shared before…words can't describe what I felt. It felt like…electricity surging through my body. I really hope the rest of tonight goes well…I would do anything to call James mine. Before we made our way through the doors to the theatre, a flash from a camera caught me off-guard. Soon, we were swamped with paparazzi. Someone must've spotted us earlier and tipped off the press.

"Shit. Keep your head down and don't talk to them, Melanie," James said, agitated.

I followed his instructions. A guy began to shout at me.

"Hey you! Yeah, you! Are you James's girlfriend? He was reported to be single. Give us the scoop!"

"Hey James, smile pretty. This date's going all over the internet!" another scum reporter yelled.

We managed to push our way into the theatre. James was still upset.

"I cannot believe this! I am so sorry, Melanie. This is terrible. How can I make it up to you?"

"James, relax. I'm not upset. You don't have to make anything up to me."

"Melanie, don't you see why I'm upset? I'm trying to protect you from the world that I live in. I'm constantly hounded by reporters. Soon, they're going to get to you too. I'm so sorry. This shouldn't have happened."

"James, listen to me. Don't be blaming yourself for this. It's not your fault. I don't want you upset, ok? I'm not upset and it's worth anything just to be in your presence."

"Really? So you're willing to give up your perfectly normal life…to be questioned non-stop…because you're happy being with me?

"Yeah…honestly, I've been having a great time with you…and I'd rather tell those nosy reporters that we are friends so we can continue…I mean…never mind…we'll talk about this later. Would you come back to my place after the movie?" I asked.

"Sure Melanie. Let's go get our tickets."

We got in line. I bought the tickets for "Nightmare on Elm Street" upon James's request. I loved scary movies. None of them ever got to me, no matter how scary. Maybe I'd do James a favor and pretend that I was terrified. I smiled to myself.

"You're grinning like the Cheshire Cat. What are you thinking about?" James asked, looking at me and smiling.

"Oh, nothing at all. I'm just thinking about how scary this movie is going to be."

"Well don't worry. If it gets too scary, I'm here," James replied.

I silently giggled to myself. This was going to be great and completely worth my while. He'll be holding me while I'm "scared" and I'll be loving every minute of it. I know he will too. That's the nice thing about James. He's pretty easy to read.

"Tickets please?" the guy collecting tickets said. We gave him our tickets and he directed us to Theatre 2.

James and I took our seats in the very back. James sat to my right.

The movie soon began. Lame, I thought to myself. At a "scary" part, I decided to go to James for "protection". I lifted the armrest and gripped his hand tightly. Shortly afterwards, the movie became "too scary for me to handle". James put his left arm around me and I snuggled closely into his inviting hold. I was securely held against his chest. Although the movie was not scary, I felt a sense of peace and safety…like nothing could ever hurt me in any way. I suddenly lost my concentration on the movie. Instead, I was paying attention to my body moving slightly with each breath James took. I could feel his heart beating gently against my cheek. I listened to the beautiful sound of life radiating from the person next to me. Our bodies fit perfectly together…as if I was his soulmate and we were made to be together. Maybe that's the case and I've found him. Between my thoughts, I realized something. James was a person. I no longer loved him as a celebrity. He became real. I loved him as a person. I remembered how the kiss sent that feeling of electricity through me. I had never felt that. Not even with my ex-boyfriend. We were together for five years. We split when he decided to cheat on me. There was nothing that hurt more. I learned a lot though. One thing I learned was to be strong. James was taking everything I learned and obliterating it. I had no way to keep up my walls of strength...especially after that kiss. I was falling fast. I knew that I already loved James and there was no turning back.