Madden lists all the things I need for the next few weeks one last time—her OCD is so cute sometimes, but truthfully, I really appreciate it because if she wasn't so damned organized, I'd be a fucking disaster. I meet Madden with my suitcase in the front hall and all night, I've been regretting this moment. I fucking hate goodbyes, I'd rather just leave but that's not how things work in a committed relationship.
Madden escorts me to DJ waiting in the SUV. I've made sure Adam and Luke are staying in London while I am gone, and one needs to be outside the house at all times and one with Madden in public. They've worked out a schedule and they even can call Markus if needed but between the two of them, they are very capable of handling this. And if they can't, then we will have a problem because I am trusting them with my heart. It's not that I don't trust Madden, but I consciously, I need to know that Madden is okay while I'm gone because I'm going to be thousands of miles away from her.
I throw my suitcase in the trunk which makes Madden cringe; she thinks the shampoo will burst open. DJ sits in the front seat giving us a moment, looking in the opposite direction from us. "Just a few weeks babe," I say to her as I take her small face in my palms. Her cheeks are wet from tears, "I'm going to miss you." She says to me. My heart crushes inside my chest; as if someone has just taken it in their hands and squeezed it. This is a painful moment and I really wish I could stay home with her, but I made a commitment to this film. I bring her face to mine, Madden on her tippy toes, and the tips of our noses touching; "I miss you already my love." I kiss Madden all over her face, giving her multiple kisses on the lips, as she giggles from each one. With the last kiss, I hold onto her lips with mine. I will hold onto this kiss for these weeks that will pass me by slowly until I get to have her lips on mine again.
"Don't forget about me movie star!" She laughs as I jump into the SUV. I close the door and roll down the window, "Never." She waves at DJ, telling him to take care of me and we make our way down the lane. Fuck. I look behind us and thankfully Madden is still there, watching as we drive away. I unbuckle my seat belt and pull myself out of the window, resting my ass on the side of the door. DJ grabs my right leg, "What the fuck!" I ignore him and shout to my girl, "I LOVE YOU!" I say it rarely to her because I may be a different man than I was months ago—a man with emotions—but saying these words make me timid. I'm leaving and she deserves to hear the three words she knows I feel but rarely speak. "I LOVE YOU!" She shouts back and blows me a kiss. I remove one hand from the roof of the car, only holding myself with the other and I reach out to playfully grab the kiss blown at me; making Madden smile one last time before I disappear down the lane. "Get back in the fucking car now." DJ snaps. I pull myself in, and he rolls the window up and locks my control so I can't do anything more stupid. As we drive further and further away from my house, I dim my emotions and try to focus myself on work.
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I send Madden a text once I arrive to the airport to warn her that I'll be shutting my phone off. She must have fallen asleep because she hasn't responded back to me and I cannot wait any longer. I walk onto the plane and look over to my usual seat. The last time I was on this jet was after Miami, when I got shot by Josephine. Madden held herself together the entire time in the hospital and even after the hospital when we got home, she and Mara were doing a lot for me. I'm so thankful to them. I take my seat and try to shake out the noise of my thoughts with music. If I can't stop thinking of her, I know I will never get any work done OR I will be missing her too much that I'll end this tour too quickly. It's not bad to think about my soon to be wife, but she's all I ever think about and I don't know how to handle these emotions while also trying to work when she isn't around. I may go insane through this.
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As soon as we land in Vegas and I'm off the plane, I'm bombarded by screaming fans. Women, of all ages reach their arms out to me and push their bodies through each other, trying to get a hold of me or the best photograph of me. Vegas has always been the worse for fans as they know no boundaries. In all this mess, I don't have time to text Madden let alone take out my damn phone. DJ and airport security escort me through the crowd and out to the blackout SUV rental. Our first stop in Vegas is a photoshoot for Men's Health.
My makeup artist has me wearing all the powder and shit on my face to hide my tired eyes, and she's even done some makeup on my abs to make them pop more. I'm basically here to just pose half naked, to make insecure men want to look as lean as me which in turn gets them to buy Men's Health and read through all the workout, diets and healthy recipes. I am aware that they will most likely do some photoshop on me, to get rid of some of my tattoos, and to hide the freckle just below my underwear line but my mentality is just not in the mood to fight them on it today. I pose for a few shots but because they have me in a fucking warehouse with no air conditioning, I'm literally dying of heat, so I take a minute to hydrate. While on my break, DJ flashes his phone screen at me, where there are seven text messages from Madden and a few missed calls. "I answered on the eighth call...dude you forgot to tell her we landed." "Fuck. I better call her." DJ shakes his head at me, telling me that that is a bad idea; based on this, I can tell that Madden is probably not the happiest person with me right now. I should let her calm down a bit. "Just wait till tonight," he tells me.
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Temptation
FanfictionHe's the celebrity everyone knows and loves, at 22 years old he's the highest paid actor in America. A British boy who lives under the spotlight falls madly in love with a woman who cannot be seen by cameras. For months she's been hiding from her pa...
