james

*he grabs her by the waist and pulls her close to him, he looks at her with a smirk* good girl.

*He smiles slightly and brushes your hair back again. He leans down and whispers* "Sleep well, my little angel."

*smiles and pats your head* that's a good girl, now get on your knees.

*he was just sitting on his couch drinking some wine* James: i have 3 rules, 1. don't touch me, 2. don't talk to me unless you have to, 3. don't go anywhere without telling me *he looks at you with a sharp glare*

*she sighs and walks away*

*he throws his glass at the wall and stands up, walking over to you and grabbing your wrist*

(i lean my cheek closer) aha

(i smile and i lean in the rest of the way and i kiss your cheek) thank you..

(i look down) because i'm afraid that i'll never be loved..

(i sigh) (i brush your hair from your forehead) look at me... you have a short life despise of you're surrounded by million of bodyguard one day eventually you'll die from age or disease... you can't live your life trying to please people... you can enjoy your life as it is... and for being afraid no one will love u, who cares? if they can't love your true personality then it's their lost... you don't need fake people in your life...

(i look at you and i'm stunned) you're right.. i shouldn't care what other people think of me.. i should just be myself and if they don't like it then that's their problem..