What Happens in NY, Stays in NY

Disclamer; I have met Robert Pattinson, but do not know him. This is my take on him.

CHAPTER 1.

For the millionth time she told herself she was barking mad. And for the millionth time she wasn't listening. But there was nothing she could do about it now. She was on the plane. Maybe if she asked really nicely they would turn it around?

But of course that wasn't going to happen. So with a sigh she plugged the headphones in and tried to lose herself in the film.

Two hours later the stewardess was waking her to ask if she would like tea or coffee.

'We'll be landing in just over half an hour.' She smiled sweetly and handed Louise her tea.

'Um, thank you.' Louise sat up and tried to focus. It seemed she was about to land in New York. And she still wasn't sure what the hell she was doing. With another sigh she gathered her things together, and waited. This was always the worst bit, waiting for the bump as the wheels touched down. She screwed her eyes up and held on tight to the arm rests until it was over. God she really hated flying. And it didn't help that it always messed with her ears. She knew that she wouldn't be able to hear properly for the rest of the day, which was going to be embarrassing. It was bad enough that she knew no one, had no idea where she was going or how to get there. All she had was the address of the hotel and a wallet full of dollars.

The line to get through immigration was endless. And then they wanted to ask her everything. Which they kept having to repeat because of her ruined ears. By the time she stumbled out of the airport the combination of no sleep the night before, a five hour time difference and her ringing ears was taking its toll. Everything she had been told about not taking a private cab went out the window when a nice man offered to take her bag and drive her to the hotel. She sank back in the soft leather seat and gazed out of the windows at everything new and strange flashing by. It was mesmerizing. Tired as she was she couldn't keep her eyes away from the window. And, of course the driver kept wanting her to talk. The fascination by Americans with the British accent was something she would never understand. But she obliged, as best she could.

'Here we are ma'am.' The driver helped Louise with her bags and smiled patiently while she fumbled with the money.

'I'm sorry.' She stammered. Finally handing over a handful of dollars.

'You have a nice time here now.'

'Umm...thank you.' She gave him a weak smile and hurried into the hotel.

Wow it was huge. It was dazzling. Now she knew what a rabbit felt like when it was trapped in the headlights of an oncoming car.

'Good afternoon ma'am. Welcome to the Hilton. Are you checking in today?' The smile was almost as dazzling as the marble on the walls.

'Yes, thank you...I am. I'm sorry, I can't hear very well. The flight...my ears...' She blushed and fiddled with her passport.

'Not a problem ma'am.' And he flashed his way too white teeth again, making her blink.

He tapped in her details, and checked her identification. Then his face darkened. Louise felt her heart squeeze. Oh please don't say she wasn't booked in? She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths.

'I'm very sorry. The room isn't ready yet. The last people were very late leaving.

Oh was that all? Louise leaned on the desk to steady herself.

'I do apologise. Please accept a free drink form the bar while you wait. I will have your bags sent to your room as soon as it is ready. And someone will come and escort you. I am very sorry.'

'No, really it's fine. I'll...umm...just go to the bar then?' Louise looked around without a clue where she was looking.

'It's just through there ma'am. 'The receptionist said with another way to perfect smile. Wow, did they give them lessons?

'Thank you.' Oh dear, she was going to be saying that a lot this week wasn't she?

If she could have scuttled around the edge of the room to get to the bar she would have. As it was she had to walk right across the middle of the huge marble temple to over indulgence. With her head down she made her way to the bar as quickly as she could, all the time chanting 'please don't fall over, please don't fall over.' She was quite certain everyone was staring at her. The frumpy Brit who had just spent seven hours on a plane and two in an airport. And who looked like she hadn't slept or washed for a week. She needed to get to the room. The girl she was sharing with for the week would be here soon, and she really needed a shower and a change of clothes first. Honestly it was too ridiculous to travel all this way to meet a group of women she didn't know. Some of them she only knew by their Twitter names. It was a good idea over the Christmas holidays, when she'd been at the sherry. Let's all meet up in New York! Yay why not? Umm...well this was why not. Walking into a swanky bar in a swanky New York hotel all on her own, with no clue about anything.

Thank goodness there was an unoccupied booth, even though it was right opposite the bar, at least she could hide a little.

She gave the waiter her drinks order and sank back as deeply as she could. After a few moments she started to look around. It was then that she saw him. For a while she just sat and stared. He wasn't looking her way yet.

He was sat at the bar with his face in profile to her. His suit was a dark navy blue, and looked very expensive. His crisp white shirt was open at the neck revealing a few hairs. He was on his phone and scribbling notes down on a napkin. So far he was just listening. Louise realised she was holding her breath as she waited for him to speak. When he did, and she heard a British accent she felt her stomach squeeze. Another Brit. Not that it did her any good. But just knowing she wasn't the only stranger here made her feel so much better. And looking at him was making her feel...very strange.

Was it possible for a man to be beautiful? She had never thought so before. But he was. He'd stopped writing now and was running his hand through his thick tuft of bronze hair. She watched as his long fingers tugged lightly at his hair before he moved his hand back to the bar for his bottle of beer. Those same fingers curled around the bottle and raised it to the most inviting pair of lips she had ever seen. Louise blinked and swallowed hard. Oh my.

When her eyes allowed her to look away from his fingers around the bottle and back to his face she decided it was defiantly better to stop trying to breathe. He had turned his head in her direction now and...my oh my...He was looking right at her.

She felt the blush rise from her toes all the way up. He had the most piercing pair of green eyes that were seeing right deep inside her she was sure. She wasn't able to look away quickly enough and he'd seen her looking. He quirked his lips into a little smirk...oh my..the blush deepened. She needed to look away, it was rude to stare...but...

She really was quite pretty. And the blush that was creeping over her face was delightful. It was obvious she was not used to being in a place like this. He tilted his head to one side a little and watched as she started biting her bottom lip. Ummmm that was really quite attractive. But she wasn't going to be like the others. He was going to have to tread carefully with this one. Easily spooked and maybe not very experienced would be his guess. The lack of make-up and simple jeans and white tee shirt told him she was completely unaware of how attractive she actually was. And that was charming. There was nothing wrong with the highly polished ladies he usually seemed to attract, nothing wrong at all. Their appetites, desires and self confidence in demanding from him what they wanted were all very welcome. But there was something about this obvious innocence. Or at least her apparent incomprehension of her charms. It was sweet, and refreshing. It might be nice to open her eyes to her own capabilities.

She was still looking his way, and still flushing that delightful shade of deep pink. He smiled a little. And was rewarded with a deepening of the blush. She was not his usual type at all. And yet...there was something. Maybe it was his selfish desire to make every woman his. Or the thrill of a potential corruption? Whatever it was he was certainly not going to let this one slip away.

He shrugged himself to his feet and, his eyes not leaving her face, he came over to her. Louise watched. Oh dear lord he was coming over? She was going to have to speak to him?

With a perfectly crooked smile he looked down at her.

'I'm sorry to bother you. But you look a little lost. I was wondering if you would allow me to buy you a drink? My name is Robert. Robert Thomas Pattinson.' And he held his hand out to her. 'Everyone calls me Rob.' His smile widened and his eyes flashed. Louise blinked.

She took his offered hand and watched as his long, elegant fingers curled around hers. So soft and warm.

'Louise.' She managed. It wasn't just her face that was blushing now. His touch was making her burn all over.

'Good afternoon Louise. What can I tempt you with?' He gave a little smirk as she flushed again and looked down into her lap. 'To drink.' Hummm maybe she wasn't a complete innocent then? He licked his lips and tilted his head to one side.

'Ummm...I...don't know. I don't really drink that much.' And she started chewing her lip again. He narrowed his eyes a little.

'Leave it to me.' He grinned and went to the bar.

Louise watched him at the bar. This was obviously his environment. He was so at ease as he leaned on the bar. He was leaning forward and the fabric of his trousers was stretching over his backside. At this rate she was going to have no bottom lip left.

He came back and set a glass down in front of her. It was clear and smelled sweet. Louise looked up at him puzzled.

'It's Raspberry Vodka with 7up and club soda. I don't see you as a beer kind of girl. And wine is so boring, don't you think? I thought you might like this.' Rob set his beer bottle down on the table and sat down beside her.

'Thank you.' Gingerly she took a sip through the straw. Robs lips twitched slightly as he watched her sucking the liquor up into her mouth. If she had any idea she wasn't showing that she did.

'May I ask what brings you to New York?' He leaned back in his seat, totally at ease with himself and not taking his eyes from her mouth around the straw.

'This is lovely, thank you. I'm here to meet some friends. But I'm the first here. And my room isn't ready yet.'

'So you're staying here?' he smiled widely. 'How fortunate for me. So am I.'