We sit in his room, he sits me down on him. He looked at me curiously. "How are you feeling, like how do you feel unwell?" He asked. "Dazed weak eye blurry unstable." I said, slowly.

"Well, I tank you should get some sleep or something. Wait." He said, lifting me off of him and putting me on the seat. I struggle to keep my eyes open.

"Oh no, not this." He sighs, I keep falling in and out. "Sleep it is." He said, just as Ciara came in. "What's wrong she was acting funny, it seems you weren't fighting then. I swear if you've done something Bowie."

"I've done nothing, do you have a car brought with you?" He asked her, she nodded. "She's exhausted." He finalised, lifting me up bridal style. "What about the afterparty?" I ask, my words slurring.

"I'm having it cancelled, as nobody really knows about it and I was too worried about you to announce it." He spoke, the paparazzi were outside. David covered me the best he could with his hands.

I mean I know what paparazzi are like but come on. I had it worse after my mum murdered lots of people.

Maybe they recognise you and David will break up with you.

Normal me would tell them to stop but I just let it happen. I got put into the back of the car and he went in too after me. The paparazzi were screaming inaudible questions, they sounded desperate to twist a story.

David curled his arm around my waist, it now seemed we were closer than ever here. Like we'd never spent a moment apart.

I kissed him on the cheek before shutting my eyes, trying to block out the slurs. The lights were affecting me the most. "Goodnight darling."