Peyton Meyer imagines

Press

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We had just left set for Peyton's upcoming movie. The press is everywhere. I guess it's because of all the A list actors on the movie. They kept coming up to Peyton everywhere we went.

     Today is worse. There is press everywhere outside. Peyton was almost finished filming today, and I knew we would have to go out there soon. I am
dreading it.

He came over to me and said he is finished for the day that he just is going to change and get his stuff. I was waiting for him, and playing on my phone until he got back. My stomach started getting butterflies. I knew I had to go outside in a few minutes. I am not ready. I sometimes get anxiety being around all the rude men snapping pictures of me. Which it seems like anyone should.

     Peyton wrapped his arms around me which made me gasp. I grabbed his hand and held kind of tight. I always hold his hand tight when we go through crowds. I wouldn't want to get lost, or surrounded on my own.

     We both started walking through the press that are shouting awful things, and good things at us. Then this one man asked all these questions and got behind us. We're almost out of the crowd when I get jerked back really hard, forcing me to let go of Peyton's hand. I turn around to see that same man, and now he is asking me questions. Then some of the fans that were also outside started to pull my hair. I am heaving, and sobbing at this point.

     "Gosh damn it! Leave her the fuck alone!" I knew that voice. It is Peyton's. He didn't curse much, but when he got really upset he tended to do it a lot more.

     He immediately wrapped me in his arms. I was a mess now. My hair is everywhere, my makeup smeared, and I could hardly breathe. Peyton started guiding me back to the car. He put me inside and walked off. I didn't see him for a second. Then I looked and saw him punch the paparazzi man in the face. He came back to the car, and sat next to me in the back. He told the driver to take us home.

     "I hate those fucking paparazzi. They are always such a bother. They even hurt my princess." Even though I am upset and in pain, I couldn't help but smile. I love when he calls me princess.

     "Why are you smiling?"       "I just like it when you call me princess."

     He gave me a hug. Then we went inside our house, once we had arrived. Peyton took me to the bathroom and was looking at my arm.

     "I can't believe he did this to you! I'm so angry right now!"   "Calm down. It's going to be okay. You didn't have to punch him you know?"    "I know princess, but my anger got the best of me."  "I love you Peyton. Oh and thanks."    "Thanks? For what?"    "Punching him. You shouldn't have done it, but thank you for protecting me."  "Anytime baby. Anytime."

     He gave me a kiss on the forehead and gave me some ice for my arm. Then we just watched some cartoons and enjoyed each other's presence.

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A/N: I don't know about you, but angry Peyton seems like a pretty hot one to me. Thanks for reading loves. Vote and comment. But definitely comment your reactions to this! Love you all. Xx. .....