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'This is the prettiest hotel room I've ever seen', Bert giggled, then flopped backwards on the bed.
It made a loud squeaky noise.
'It' s a dump' Tom answered gently, smiling fondly at the completely wasted Bert whose eyes were now half covered by the beanie, his lips spread into a wide, blissful smile.
'I don't understand why we're hiding from the paps anyway' Nikki said. 'Who cares if they see us and take lots and lots and lots of pictures' she looked into the mirror, trying to sex up her hair.
'I care' Tom said, his eyes never leaving the hot drunken mess on the bed, just narrowing slightly at the suggestion. 'He's completely smashed, can't even walk straight. I will not give them the chance to talk another load of rubbish about him in the papers tomorrow.'
'OK, OK, you're right' Nikki said soothingly and sat on the bed next to Bert. 'So now what? It'll take ages for them to leave...hey, you guys wanna watch me and Kristen make out again?'
'I think I'm going to be sick' Bert groaned trying to stand up.
'I'll come hold your hair' KStew said helping him get up, copping a feel in the process. Once in the bathroom, Bert pushed her face away and out 'I got it, I got it.'
Ten minutes later, Bert comes out, an even wider smile on his face and something scribbled on his forehead. 'What is that, love?' Tom asks gently, tracing his fingers up Bert's cheek and brushing them across his forehead.
'It says I LOVE TOM.' Bert announces happily. I found a special pen in my pocket. And I love you. So I wrote it.'
An amused smile playing about Tom's lips, he whispers ' I love you too, silly' and tries to get the writing off.
'It won't come off' he says, puzzled.
'Nope' Bert says happily. That's the point. Just like my love for you, it will never go away. It's forever' he leans in and places a softkiss on Tom's lips.
Still amused and touched, Tom can't help but frown - 'God, we cannot let the paps take a pic of this. We'd never be left in peaceagain. Shit. What are we going to do? We have to get that thing off his forehead somehow and get him out of here without those asses noticing him. Shit, shit, shit.'
'Well, there's only one person no pap in the world is interested in. Someone who wouldn't get photographed even if he was with Bert himself. You know who I'm talking about, right?'
Tom sighs heavily. 'I'm not able to help but I'm supposed to call THAT guy and admit it?'
'You're doing it for Bert, remember?' Nikki says, then turns to KStew - 'OK, quick, let's get out of here while the paps are still outside. Good luck!' she shouts at Tom and the door bangs closed behind them.
Ten minutes later, there's a knock on the door. Tom sighs again, looks at the half awake Bert lying on the bed and goes to open thedoor for Taylor Lautner.
Tom and Taylor stand facing each other in silence.
After a while, Tom says through gritted teeth, with great difficulty 'Thanks for coming.'
'Oh well, I know you wouldn't be able to help him...so I guess he really needs me, doesn't he?' Taylor winks and walks past Tom and into the room. Tom closes the door, steadying his breath and turns around.
'Get away from him, there's no need for you to get on that bed'.
'Don't you want me to get that stuff off his forehead, then?' Taylor smirks.
'How are you gonna do that, it won't come off for days.'
'It will with this' Taylor produces a tub of some cream.
'What the fuck is that, then? How do you know it will work?'
' If you had 'loser', 'sharkwank' and 'buttfug' written on your forehead as many times as I have, you'd find ways to take stuff off too' Taylor says bitterly.
Tom fails to supress a loud giggly laugh.
'Oh you find that funny, do you?' Taylor slowly brushes Bert's wild hair off his forehead, slowly, taking his time, raking his fingers through the tresses.
Tom inhales sharply and takes a step towards the bed.
'Just do it already.'
'Mmmmm' Bert murmurs drunkenly, responding to the touch.
'See, he likes it' Taylor whispers as Tom grimaces in pain.
'I swear to god, if you don't just put that cream on him right now, I'll....'
'Relax, relax, okay' Taylor leans over Bert and rubs some of the cream into his skin. Again, slowly, sensualy.
'There, it'll be off in a minute. Maybe I should take his clothes off..to check if he hadn't scribbled stuff someplace else as well'.
'Okay, that's it' Tom takes another step towards Taylor.
'Tom, what's wrong?' Bert slurs, half awake ' why are you angry, love'.
Taylor winces at the term of affection.
'Don't worry about Snowhite here' he says 'He's just jealous.'
'Of course I am.' Tom's voice is velvet again, under control, a musical murmur in the crappy hotel room. 'You don't have the faintest idea how much i wish I could do what you're doing for him, cream-boy'.
'At least you know he wishes it was you' Taylor whispers sadly.
'True' Tom agrees.
'Can...can I ask you something?'
'Go ahead'.
'Does he ever think about me or mention me?'
Tom sighs and sits down on the bed, other side of Bert.
'He does. More often than I like. He worries that you're unhappy and getting buggered by Van. He knows you love him and feels guilty.' Tom looks straight into Taylors eyes. 'He feels guilty for not loving you back' he says gently, but firmly. 'But you can't help what you do or don't feel.'
'But....I know I could really make him happy. Not a single paparazzi in the world is interested in me. You're all over the place with this whole TBTR deal now. If he was with me, no one would ever take a picture of him again. He would be free to walk the streets, play the bars, enjoy life again...be Rob. You love him enough that you have to see the advantages of that plan. He thinks that you're very unselfish...are you really? Can you consider the idea that I might be better for him than you are?'
' I have considered it', Tom answers quietly. ´I even tried to end things for a while. He cut off his hair and even went as far as to sleep with Eyebrows, punishing his body and soul. I just drank myself into a stupor. Neither one of us can...exist without the other. We fit together perfectly. Both of us can endure anything, anything, as long as we know the other one is waiting. He is my everything and I am his. As long as he wants me, I'm here. And I want him for forever.´
Tom looks over at Taylor, a happily sleeping Bert between them. 'I'm sorry' he whispers.
'So am I', Taylor whispers back, looking down.
Ten minutes later, one of the paparazzi waiting in front of the crappy hotel lifts his head.
'Who is it?'
'No idea...d'you recognise him?'
'Let me see.....no. It's no one.'
'Who's that with him?'
'Who cares?'
Taylor and Bert walk past them. Not a single flash goes off. Taylor smiles, being no one, saving Bert.
Ten minutes later, Tom comes out of the hotel.
'Oh, look, it's that TBTR guy, RPatz's friend.'
A dozen flashes go off.
Tom thinks about Bert who will be waiting at home for him. And smiles for the cameras.