Princess (Dean Ambrose)

Chapter 33

After breakfast, Dean and I just hung out in the hotel room for a while.
We watched The Conjuring, and whenever Dean got "scared" he hugged me really tight and buried his head in my chest.
Even though we both knew, he wasn't actually scared, I wasn't complaining, because that meant I'd get to cuddle with Dean.
After the movie, we both fell asleep in my bed and woke up around one.
We decided to continue being lazy bums and order room service.
"We should eat out on the terrace," Dean said, "It's really pretty."
"We should," I started, "if our food actually shows up."
Dean laughed and checked his watch.
It's been an hour since we ordered and the food still hadn't arrived.
But as if on cue, I heard three knocks on the door.
Both Dean's and my eyes lit up, because we knew what those knocks meant.
He rushed to the door and swung it open.
"Jeremy!" He read the guy's name tag, "We've been waiting for you for so long."
The guy looked up at Dean with a dumbfounded expression.
"You-you're Dean Ambrose!" He exclaimed.
"Guilty as charged." He smirked.
I walked towards the door to see if I could bring the food in since they were taking a while.
"And you're Ella!" He exclaimed causing me to smile.
"You're even more beautiful in person!" He gushed.
He was cute. He looked to be in his early twenties like me. He was around six feet tall, with brown hair and bright blue eyes. But nothing compared to Dean.
"Aw thank you!" I replied.
"I love you so much. I'm a huge fan!" He exclaimed.
Dean was being silent, but he was standing right by my side.
"Thank you. That really means a lot." I told him truthfully.
"Will you be fighting for the title any time soon?" He asked with excitement.
"Hopefully," I smiled, "but we'll see!"
"Can we get the receipt, please?" Dean asked in annoyance.
Aw Dean.
"Uh sure." The kid scrambled. He grabbed it from the little table and gave it to me to sign.
I signed it and smiled.
"Want me to push the table in?" He asked.
"No." Dean replied immediately.
"I think I got it. Nice meeting you!" I exclaimed.
"Can I get a selfie?" He asked pulling out his phone.
"Yes." I said at the exact same time Dean said, "No."
I glared at Dean and smiled next to the kid while he snapped his front camera.
"Thank you so much." He said.
I smiled at him and pushed the cart in.
"Pick your jaw up off the floor." Dean said through gritted teeth.
The kid looked at him in shock, "Are you two together?"
Dean didn't answer him, he just slammed the door in his face.
He still looked mad while he walked in my direction.
"Pick your jaw up off the floor," I mocked.
Dean just laughed at me and shook his head.
"But seriously Dean what was that all about? You scared the shit out of him, and I'm pretty sure he shit his pants." I said still kind of in shock.
"Did you see the way he was looking at you El?"
"He was just a fan! You have plenty of female fans!" I replied.
"No princess. They don't look at me like that," He remarked.
"You'd be surprised," I shrugged, "Everybody wants a piece of Dean Ambrose."
"Too bad I'm a taken man," he chuckled, wrapping his muscular arms tightly around my neck.
"You're damn right." I laughed, causing him to smirk at me.
"Let's eat!" I exclaimed.
"Alright," he smiled, "Want me to push the cart onto the terrace?"
"Yes please."
I walked towards the porch, opened the door, and stepped outside.
I took in the beautiful view. Los Angeles was honestly so breathtaking.
"Dean, can you pass me my phone?" I asked before he came outside.
"Sure." He yelled back.
He came outside pushing the cart with one hand, holding his phone in the other, and my phone in his mouth.
Why he didn't just put the phones on the table cart, I don't know.
"Thank you." I smiled, as I took the phone from his mouth and kissed his lips.
I took a really nice picture of the view and looked at it in excitement.
I actually took a pretty nice photo.
"Dean look!" I exclaimed causing him to chuckle.
I practically shoved the phone in his face.
"That's an amazing picture, but I think mine is nicer." He said with a mischievous smirk.
I was honestly just surprised that Dean even knew how to work the camera on his phone.
"Well, show me then," I said.
He held out his phone with a proud smile on his face.
The picture was of me taking a picture of the view.
I was smiling, and it looked like I was looking at Dean. So it's pretty surprising that I didn't see him take it.
I gave him back his phone. And he asked, "So how do I make it my screensaver?"
Which caused me to blush and smile really hard.
I set it as his screensaver for him. And he looked at his phone again.
"You're so gorgeous." He said while looking into my eyes.
"Dean stop," I giggled.
"Let's take a selfie." He said out of nowhere.
"Wow Dean you're so technologically advanced." I said sarcastically.
"You don't give me enough credit," He chuckled.
"Whatever," I laughed, "but I'd love to take a selfie with you. I love my fans."
"Shut up," he joked, "now how do I take a good selfie?"
"I'll do it." I said.
I grabbed his phone and held it up. I pressed the camera button. I made a couple of faces and Dean did too, but he was mostly laughing.
After we finished, I took his phone and sent myself my favorite ones.
Dean didn't know, but I ended up making one of them my screensaver.
I had a fake exaggerated shocked look on my face and Dean was licking my cheek.