You Always Hurt the Ones You Love
Title: You Always Hurt the Ones You Love
User: toots_87
Pairing: Rob/Kristen (of course)
Rating: NC-17 for later chatpers
Warnings: Swearing cause well we all know Kristen swears like a trooper!
Summary/Notes: Four years after a break up can a chance meeting change everything? This is part one of I don't know I'll have to see where my imagination leads.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, they just own me in every pervy way possible hehe. bring on the smut. Thank you to my ever wonderful soulfragility for her beta help <3
“Hi”. I heard a familiar voice behind me amongst the New Year crowds. I turned around to meet the face of the guy whose heart I had broken. A smile spread across my face, silently I cursed my natural response to his beautiful face. It had been 4 years since we had broken up, our hurtful break up was messy but strangely enough my heart still yearned for him. I had been the one who broke us off, things were getting crazy and we were fighting a lot but that didn’t mean the love was gone... I just needed time to breathe and believe me, 4 years is more than enough.
It was my first New Year back and I wasn’t sure about coming back to his spot, where he apparently came to when I had ended it but here I was standing in the middle of a crowded Isle of Wight pub faced with Robert fucking Pattinson of all people.
“Fucking hell! Hi." I responded, "Should have guessed you’d be here.”
He laughed softly and smiled at me. "Well yeah, why break with tradition right?” A tradition I had become part of while we were dating, a time when we were both beyond happy and free. “So yeah, long time no see Stewart, how are you?” His question although simple and friendly, hurt me, that was the thing he was speaking to me like I was a friend not someone he once loved, but then again what did I expect? For him to want me again? Of course not, he wouldn’t want that. I had heard he was dating another actress and apparently they were very happy, not that I was 100% sure my sources were reliable, having read about it in a Heat magazine when I got to London.
“Yeah, I’m good, thanks Rob. I just came here for some peace and quiet” I said, automatically feeling annoyed at myself for lying to him.
“Things getting tough?” he asked concerned, my heart leaped at the fact he was still the caring soul I had known and loved.
“Oh, you know, just the usual Hollywood stuff, too many directors wanting too many things from me.” He nodded in response, he knew better than I did about the demands of Hollywood since his career had taken off since Breaking Dawn “Well anyway Stewart, it was nice seeing you, I better go Tom wants to leave.”
My heart sank, he was leaving “Oh, okay” was the only words I could get out before I was watching him weave his way through the crowd. I watched as his beanie clad head disappeared from my view.
The night progressed, slowly, I hadn’t been in the mood for partying since Rob had said Hi, it was almost as if he took my excitement about New Years with him, he made me realize where I was and what I was doing. I didn’t come here for peace, I came here for him. How stupid can you be? Running off to the other side of the world to chase after a man you let go of years ago. I sat in the corner nursing the same drink of hours, it was getting closer to midnight and the pub was getting busier and busier. I made my way through the thick crowd and motioned to a friend I was going out for a smoke. One ugly habit I hadn’t been able to kick.
Pushing past the drunk idiots blocking the door outside “fucking hell” I blurted out as I almost fell through the door to outside, the cold salty air hitting me.
“You never change Stewart” I heard from a figure standing across from me, before I had chance to say anything he turned around, it was Rob, he was laughing at my ever fowl mouth.
“Wow thought you left, I’ll leave you to it” I said turning on my heels towards the closed door “No stay... if you want to anyway” he stumbled letting a puff of smoke escape into the night. I walked over to him nervously, I hadn’t been alone with him in four years.
I stood searching my pockets for my lighter “Fuck my lighter, I bet some drunk fucker took it.” With that Rob was standing in front of me with a match lit “lost mine too, had to buy matches.”
I leaned forward and let the flame light my cigarette “Thanks” I said looking up at him, our eyes locked, feeling that same electricity between us I felt the first day I met him.
I watched as he leaned forward, slowly getting closer and closer, feeling the warmth of his body as he edged towards me until finally he nervously pressed his lips against mine.
User: toots_87
Pairing: Rob/Kristen (of course)
Rating: NC-17 for later chatpers
Warnings: Swearing cause well we all know Kristen swears like a trooper!
Summary/Notes: Four years after a break up can a chance meeting change everything? This is part one of I don't know I'll have to see where my imagination leads.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, they just own me in every pervy way possible hehe. bring on the smut. Thank you to my ever wonderful soulfragility for her beta help <3
“Hi”. I heard a familiar voice behind me amongst the New Year crowds. I turned around to meet the face of the guy whose heart I had broken. A smile spread across my face, silently I cursed my natural response to his beautiful face. It had been 4 years since we had broken up, our hurtful break up was messy but strangely enough my heart still yearned for him. I had been the one who broke us off, things were getting crazy and we were fighting a lot but that didn’t mean the love was gone... I just needed time to breathe and believe me, 4 years is more than enough.
It was my first New Year back and I wasn’t sure about coming back to his spot, where he apparently came to when I had ended it but here I was standing in the middle of a crowded Isle of Wight pub faced with Robert fucking Pattinson of all people.
“Fucking hell! Hi." I responded, "Should have guessed you’d be here.”
He laughed softly and smiled at me. "Well yeah, why break with tradition right?” A tradition I had become part of while we were dating, a time when we were both beyond happy and free. “So yeah, long time no see Stewart, how are you?” His question although simple and friendly, hurt me, that was the thing he was speaking to me like I was a friend not someone he once loved, but then again what did I expect? For him to want me again? Of course not, he wouldn’t want that. I had heard he was dating another actress and apparently they were very happy, not that I was 100% sure my sources were reliable, having read about it in a Heat magazine when I got to London.
“Yeah, I’m good, thanks Rob. I just came here for some peace and quiet” I said, automatically feeling annoyed at myself for lying to him.
“Things getting tough?” he asked concerned, my heart leaped at the fact he was still the caring soul I had known and loved.
“Oh, you know, just the usual Hollywood stuff, too many directors wanting too many things from me.” He nodded in response, he knew better than I did about the demands of Hollywood since his career had taken off since Breaking Dawn “Well anyway Stewart, it was nice seeing you, I better go Tom wants to leave.”
My heart sank, he was leaving “Oh, okay” was the only words I could get out before I was watching him weave his way through the crowd. I watched as his beanie clad head disappeared from my view.
The night progressed, slowly, I hadn’t been in the mood for partying since Rob had said Hi, it was almost as if he took my excitement about New Years with him, he made me realize where I was and what I was doing. I didn’t come here for peace, I came here for him. How stupid can you be? Running off to the other side of the world to chase after a man you let go of years ago. I sat in the corner nursing the same drink of hours, it was getting closer to midnight and the pub was getting busier and busier. I made my way through the thick crowd and motioned to a friend I was going out for a smoke. One ugly habit I hadn’t been able to kick.
Pushing past the drunk idiots blocking the door outside “fucking hell” I blurted out as I almost fell through the door to outside, the cold salty air hitting me.
“You never change Stewart” I heard from a figure standing across from me, before I had chance to say anything he turned around, it was Rob, he was laughing at my ever fowl mouth.
“Wow thought you left, I’ll leave you to it” I said turning on my heels towards the closed door “No stay... if you want to anyway” he stumbled letting a puff of smoke escape into the night. I walked over to him nervously, I hadn’t been alone with him in four years.
I stood searching my pockets for my lighter “Fuck my lighter, I bet some drunk fucker took it.” With that Rob was standing in front of me with a match lit “lost mine too, had to buy matches.”
I leaned forward and let the flame light my cigarette “Thanks” I said looking up at him, our eyes locked, feeling that same electricity between us I felt the first day I met him.
I watched as he leaned forward, slowly getting closer and closer, feeling the warmth of his body as he edged towards me until finally he nervously pressed his lips against mine.