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"All fired up."
Sep. 26th, 2016 01:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
justalittlecrushWho: Michael and Paris Hart
What: Hysteria, and then some
Where: Mandarin Oriental, Hyde Park
When: After this
In the all the scary and crazy, Michael stupidly didn't even think to go straight back to their hotel to see if Paris was there. Because they had an argument at the hospital and Paris stormed out and got into a cab alone, he had just assumed the last place Paris would go was back to their hotel. He checked everyone else's hotel, and even called up their credit card company and asked if Paris had booked any flights out of London first. Maybe Paris didn't think anything was wrong with him, but no perfectly healthy person just passed out like that. It was only on making the choice to go back to their hotel room to sit there and ring Paris' cell over and over again until he picked up that he wondered if maybe Paris had more to drink than normal, and he was pissed off at the circus he woke up to in the hospital... security standing guard outside the bay so no paparazzi could burst in there on him.
It just didn't seem likely. He let himself into the hotel room and was ripping his jacket off roughly, to throw it onto the sofa in frustration. Which is when he spotted that Paris was there. He wasn't pissed off and snapping angrily like he had been at the hospital when Michael was trying to stop him checking out. He was curled up in the bed under the covers. He wasn't sleeping, and the lights were on. Michael fought the urge to immediately give into his panicked temper and start yelling. Because Paris was still looking like he wasn't well.
Instead, he sighed heavily and put his hands up over his face to take a couple of moments to regain his composure. It was a mix of frustration and relief. Paris wasn't dead in a ditch somewhere. He was here in bed and he was safe. "You scared the shit out of me," he finally spoke up. He went and sat on the edge of the bed beside Paris. "You're still not feeling well."
What: Hysteria, and then some
Where: Mandarin Oriental, Hyde Park
When: After this
In the all the scary and crazy, Michael stupidly didn't even think to go straight back to their hotel to see if Paris was there. Because they had an argument at the hospital and Paris stormed out and got into a cab alone, he had just assumed the last place Paris would go was back to their hotel. He checked everyone else's hotel, and even called up their credit card company and asked if Paris had booked any flights out of London first. Maybe Paris didn't think anything was wrong with him, but no perfectly healthy person just passed out like that. It was only on making the choice to go back to their hotel room to sit there and ring Paris' cell over and over again until he picked up that he wondered if maybe Paris had more to drink than normal, and he was pissed off at the circus he woke up to in the hospital... security standing guard outside the bay so no paparazzi could burst in there on him.
It just didn't seem likely. He let himself into the hotel room and was ripping his jacket off roughly, to throw it onto the sofa in frustration. Which is when he spotted that Paris was there. He wasn't pissed off and snapping angrily like he had been at the hospital when Michael was trying to stop him checking out. He was curled up in the bed under the covers. He wasn't sleeping, and the lights were on. Michael fought the urge to immediately give into his panicked temper and start yelling. Because Paris was still looking like he wasn't well.
Instead, he sighed heavily and put his hands up over his face to take a couple of moments to regain his composure. It was a mix of frustration and relief. Paris wasn't dead in a ditch somewhere. He was here in bed and he was safe. "You scared the shit out of me," he finally spoke up. He went and sat on the edge of the bed beside Paris. "You're still not feeling well."
