Temptation

52 - Hero

Markus and Adam have kindly delivered all our clothes and things we will need in London to our hotel room. Our flight is very early in the morning, so Madden has showered and is already asleep while I am sorting through our stuff to make sure they got it all. My phone starts to ring, and I look to see that it's Mara calling; if it were anyone else, I wouldn't answer. "You are up late?" Is the first thing I say to her. "Hello to you to sunshine..." I cringe at her choice of nicknames and let her continue talking, "I just wanted to say have a safe flight tomorrow and text me when you land in London." "I will. How's DJ?" She tells me that they are finally going home tomorrow, and that DJ just needs to rest for the next 3 months. She also tells me to remember to come back to LA at the end of the month so we can leave for the tour.

During our call, I can hear the sheets of the bed ruffling and signs of Madden tossing and turning. I open the door just a crack to the bedroom behind me to see her switching from side to side; trying to get comfortable or is she suffering a nightmare? "I have to go Mara. See ya in a month." I hang up without listening to her farewell and I shake awake Madden. She looks up to see me, a little shocked, "Nightmare?" I ask her. She sits up and wraps her arms around me, "I love you so much Hero." I love this woman more than anything in this world, I'd take a bullet for her. I want to keep her all to myself, hiding her from the rest of the world because I'm too damn selfish to let anyone else have her attention. "You are all mine baby." I have never felt this way about anyone in my entire life and it's fucking scary; letting someone in as much as I have let her is scary as hell.

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Madden loves the private jet, especially since we have an eleven-and-a-half-hour flight. We start the flight off by playing Spit, the card game and fuck she's good. Four rounds and she's won all of them, so I give up. She insists that we listen to music throughout the entire plane which means she's going to be singing along. I don't mind that she sings but the pilot sure as hell does. "Don't I sound exactly like her?" She asks, referring to Lennon Stella. I shake my head from side to side and just laugh at her for trying to compare herself to a professional singer. Madden's voice is beautiful to me, but she is an awful singer, and no one can deny that, not even her. For someone who did not get enough sleep last night, she is very hyped up; dancing and singing all over the plan. I manage to sit her down with me so that the pilots can focus on flying us safely. "Are you excited for London?" She is panting from overexerting herself and nods a yes.

After all her excitement, I can finally take a minute because she's fallen asleep. We are only 5 hours into the flight, and I have always had a hard time sleeping on flights. My girl sleeps soundly on my lap and her snores are faint, but I can still hear her. The flight attendant comes by to hand me a coffee and points to Madden as if she can have anything. Is she fucking stupid, she's sleep...how is she supposed to drink anything? I shake my head at her stupidity, and she moves back to her little corner.

A half hour later and Madden stirs awake, talking my ear off. "What are we going to do in London?" I try to answer her, but she continues asking questions, "Can we see Big Ben? Can you take me to all your favourite spots? Can we picnic in Hyde Park? How about the London eye?" I find myself laughing at her and she finally stops questioning, "What's so funny?" "You won't even let me get a word in baby!" She rolls her eyes at me, knowing exactly how she was acting and tells me that I can now speak. "We can do anything you want but first, let me take you home and relax. We have all month for you to explore." She knows I'm right, so she doesn't fight me on it.

I spend the rest of our flight with Madden's head on my chest and I read her my favourite novel. Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! It is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul! "Brontë has the words exactly right, it's like she knew how I feel about you." I say to her. It is mad how Wuthering Heights has these quotes that I feel for Madden and it's scary in some ways; my favourite novel relates to my life.

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At the airport, I wheel both Madden and I's bags. No crowd fills the airport and we simply just walk through without any need for security guards. Two young girls, probably 15 or younger, stop us just before we get to the exist, but English citizens are much nicer and more considerate then the people in the US. The short brunette asks me for a picture and Madden takes the bags from me so that their father can snap a quick picture. They're excitement is shown in their expressions but they do not scream or yell like I normally get; the other sister asks me, "May we have your autograph?" I don't say no, I'm feeling especially nice today and take her baseball cap from her head and sign the peak of the hat. The two girls thank me and are on their way. I take the bags from Madden and continue to make our way out to the front of the airport where a limo is waiting for us. I made a call before coming, there was no way I was getting into a taxi or Uber.