Keep it Classy

Chapter 18

* Chapter 18: Lady Madonna *

I wish I could run. Too bad we were above the clouds by now.

Paul sat down next to me nervously. "H-Hi, Elizabeth." He half whispered, the other boys asleep. "Hello James." I said weakly. "How're you?"

"I'm okay." I spoke as he gazed at me. "I need to talk to you. Privately. Meet me in the back?" I shrugged. James walked back and I followed, my arms crossed.

"What is it?" I sighed looking down. "I'm sorry, I need you to forgive me at the least. You told me not to leave and I did. This month has been hell. And seeing you is my stairway back up. I love you, I'n ashamed of what I've done and I hate myself for leaving. I shouldn't have done what I did, but I can't change it anymore. What happened, happened. I love you. I begged Brian to hire you as a translator for us because I knew you desperately wanted to come to Italy. I want you to be happy." I listened and bit my lip to stop it from shaking. "I love you, but I don't think I could forget this." I spoke. He smiled as I began to frown, "Elizabeth, if you love me, I want to love you unconditionally. You told me to clean up, and I have. I- fuck, I need you so badly." He groaned.

"I need you too. And I love you, and I want you back." I whispered.

He grinned and pushed me against the wall and pressed his lips against mine and a deep and urgent kiss.

No hands roamed around, not a kiss of passionate, erotica. But a kiss of true lovers. As cheesy as that sounds.

I needed James. And James needed me.

I was happy again, and he was the reason behind my smile.

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A/N:

Okay this story is coming to an end (obviously)

I just didn't want it to be so *insert adjective* long omg well I hope you enjoyed this one. I may make another one. Who knows?