These two people may be real, and it may make some people feel uncomfortable that I would take their story and twist it in my head, but I just wanted you guys to know that I do this with nothing but love. I love them more than anyone could know, and I gave up reading Real People Fic, and writing it, but somehow I got inspired to start back again at it. I really hope you like it, and support my work as much as I enjoy writing it. There will be more if you want it!
Disclaimer - I do not own them, although if I did it would be pretty awesome.
Love Me Tender
By: ValeriaCullen
Chapter One: I Want You To Love Me
RPOV
I was trapped and captivated in her smile again, she had wooed me over like a fallen man, I was so gone in her eyes that I couldn't remember who I was or what I was supposed to be anymore, all I knew was what I wanted. I wanted her. She was unfortunately taken by another man, and I didn't have much time, we were filming the very last scene of the movie Twilight tonight, my time...over. I didn't expect to miss her as much as I missed her right now, and she wasn't even out of my life yet. My worse fear was that she was going to leave this set and forget all the times that we shared with each other, all the secret kisses, touches and embraces that we had shared, and the bubble that had formed. All the unspoken words and promises that passed between us, were never adressed and here I stood, the last line was forming at my lips, my last I love you never being one.
I love you Kriste Jaymes Stewart, will you ever know? Probably not, will I? Always.
"Rob! Its a wrap man! Party!" I heard Catherine's bubbly voice in my ears that woke me out of my daydream, my stupor.
"Oh...its over?" I asked not fully believing it, where was Kristen? She had left as soon as cut was called and I was already worried about her, thoughts filled my head, was she upset that she was leaving me soon? Or did it bring her joy not to have to deal with the constant confusion that was us.
"Yes, its over! Finally, right man?" she was so energectic, too energectic for me right now. The cold in the air was not helping this sadness that was enveloping me, I needed to be alone.
"Yeah...I'm okay, I need to be alone, I'm going to go to my trailer for a bit," I mumbled as I ran past her with the softest sadness crossing my features, Catherine looked confused as I quickly glanced back at her, I would not be able to go back to a life where I didn't see Kristen every day, hear her voice, feel her next to me, her lips on mine. All the confusing moments where I'd kissed her without being able to restrain myself, all those moments where she had me too bad in her beautiful little fingers that there was no way for me to get away.
I escaped into the only place I could be alone in that moment, my trailer, sliding in The Last Tango in Paris, which had became our movie. Our movie, had I just said that I wanted Kristen and Robert to become us, our, we, they, my life. I crumbled halfway through the tears filling my eyes as the moments of being with her passed through my head. I had fallen so deeply for her that I couldn't get myself out of it. Late that night, I still hadn't heard from Kristen so I drove myself home in my beat up BMW making my way up the stairs and running without stopping to my hotel room door. What I found there was something that I did not expect, she was there...Kristen.
She had tears rolling down her beautiful face, and her shoulders were shaking, she needed comfort, and she was here for mine. So I took her into my arms whispering that it, we would be okay, we would be okay this would work, we could make it. I wasn't sure if she believed me but she wrapped her tiny arms around me and we sunk into each other. The light smell of strawberries, and sweet oceanic mist filled my senses the wonderful scent permiating my noise, it was so familiar and I knew it better than I knew the back of my hand.
"Kristen, please dont you dare cry, I can't bare it," I whispered quietly into her ear, "you're my best friend."
"I'm sorry..," she paused whiping some tears from her eyes, "I know you hate it when people cry."
"I hate it when you cry," I told her pulling her back into my arms. She settled there for a while, I could feel my shirt getting soaked but letting her get it all out I pulled her into my room softly. I pulled her into my room by her hand and set her onto my bed, I got down on my knees and gazed into her eyes, they were impossibly red, her whole face was. I just wanted to shower it in kisses and wish it love.
"It seems too soon to say goodbye," she said suddenly the room was in a comfortable silence when she had said it. We had grown to be such great friends that we could read each other without speaking, and right now she was telling me that she needed me to be there for her, listen to her.
"I know, this has gone way too fast, Kris," I said vaguely averting my eyes every where in the room but into her eyes, because I know that if I looked there I would break into a million pieces and tell her all of the feelings inside of me.
"Tell me one thing, Rob," she said, my name at her lips always sent electricity through my body, a strong current under my skin, as corny as that sounded.
"Anything," I breathed softly.
"Just tell me whats going to happen to us when we're not filming together every day, when we leave, you wont forget me, will you?" she nervously fumbled with her fingers and figeted through her speech. I scooted closer to her and placed one of her delicate hands into mine, I wanted to tell her that I loved her and that I could never forget her but the words could never leave my lips.
"Not ever, I'll call you every day I can, text you, leave you long emails with funny quirks at the end, we'll be in touch," I laughed in light of the moment, "you know you love my long emails."
"They are really dorky, Rob, whats with the pictures of the "Humps Humping"?" she asked putting air quotes over the words, every time the mood became intense and focused on the future we'd lighten up and joke. It was so easy and natural to be with her that I worried about falling too hard and being too young, especially to someone who was already taken.
"You know that was funny as hell, Kris, blimey you know that you wanted it to be you and me," I joked, we could easily joke over things such as sex we were that comfortable with each other.
"You're right I did want it to be me," she said quietly, my mouth dropped open at how serious she was, gaping at her.
"What?" I asked simply.
"You seem like you'd be good in that department...and I....just thought that...just thought that...you know...I've never thought of you in that...that area," she said, I was blushing heavily and so was she by this point, she was playing with her fingers. I'd like those fingers in my mouth after we made love. Where did that come from? And when did I start thinking of her in a sexual light? She was taken, I should never be thinking of her in this light, I immediately washed that out of my head as I took her fingers and toyed with them.
"You have the cutest hands," I blurted out, she blushed a darker shade of vermillion and I turned beet red.
"Where did that come from?" she asked randomly, and I found myself staring down at her hands in mine, we immediately noticed and pulled them out of each others.
"I just....thought they are so tiny compared to mine," I said holding my hands out for her to examine.
"You have monster hands, Rob," I chuckled as she placed her mini hands on top of mines, the moment felt so intimate that it should have been played out by lovers and not by best friends like us.
"Yeah they are pretty huge," I told her laughing again.
"Their like flappers, like flippy flappers," she giggled light and soft, she only giggled around me, she was one of those girls that didn't like her real emotions inside known.
"Flippy flappers? Humps Humping? Bloody hell, its alliteration central up in here," she giggled, AGAIN. I loved seeing the small crease in her eyes she got when she smiled, she had the most beautiful one I'd ever seen.
"I should call you flippy," she said matter-of-factly.
"No, you are not calling me that, Stew!" I said playfully.
"Yes, I am calling you that, mister flippy!" she said flitaciously getting up and standing on the bed, I joined her grabbing a pillow a pillow fight insuing between us. We enjoyed pillow fights because nothing more than a soft kiss or two had taken place between us off set, but after each time we'd been left confused and wanting way more than just kissing. I pinned her down on the bed, and hit her softly with the pillow using my stength to hold her tiny body under mine, she was looking up into my eyes, and the moment seemed so perfect and right. We were lost for a moment, and I'm not exactly sure but I knew that I needed to kiss her lips. She was panting under me, she looked so wonderful and almost delicious, she was staring at my lips which were a few inches above hers, her eyes filled with lust and passion. I leaned down and ghosted my lips a centimeter above hers, but before I could kiss them, she took her finger and lightly brushed my lips and smiled.
"You know...that can't happen again," she said pushing me off of her and back down against the bed.
"Why can't it? Its obvious we can't be friends, don't you feel the electricity between us?" I said rather hurt at the moment by her words.
"I feel exactly what you feel, but...I can't...," she said heading towards the door, "I'll miss you...," she sniffled, I grabbed her arm before she went and pulled her back towards me.
"You're just going to leave?" I asked her softly.
"I have to, Rob, Micheal," my world paused at his name, I despised that name, "....is waiting for me."
"I don't want you to leave, Kristen, please stay," I said as she tried to head towards the door again, "I don't know how long it'll be until we see each other again, and I'm not sure if it'll ever be like right now...so please, forget what almost happened between us, and whats building up here, and just focus on that fact that I don't want to see you go. Ever," I said, my emotions spilling onto my face.
"Let me just call him and tell him," she said breaking my hold on her and grabbing her mobile phone from her pocket. She went over to the bed and dialed his number, I felt like part of me was getting to her.
"Yes...last day...I can't come home tonight, I'm with a friend...Rob.....Micheal, we talked about this, he is my friend, my best friend, why don't you get that?....We are not going here again....No...hold the phone seriously...he needs me, this is the last day together I'll seriously miss him.....alot.....fine then, Bye," she said her conversation with him seemed heated and brief and I knew I was the cause of all their arguments my name always at their lips.
"I'm sorry," I mumbled sitting back on the bed, she joined me.
"Why are you sorry?" she joined me, her voice so soft and sweet.
"I'm messing up your whole life...," I said, my voice breaking.
"You're not, I chose to be here, with you, thats my decision I'll deal with the consequences," she said so brave and strong.
"Is it bad that I think of you and I want to kiss you right now?" I blurted out, and she snapped up.
"Is it bad that I want to mack one on your sexy ass?" she laughed.
"Sexy, british, ass?" I teased.
"Yeah, you're pretty damn hot, flippy," she teased right back.
"If we start this again and I pin you down, I will kiss you," I warned her.
"You will, will you?" she said tauting me, thats the moment I just snapped, pressing my lips softly to hers, it was quick but it was electric, I immediately pulled away.
"I wasn't joking, Kris," I flirted.
"I'm glad you weren't," my eyebrows raised at her innuendo, I'd expect her to push me away but she didn't, there was no awkwardness and the slight peck was extremely sensual.
"Well...we better go to bed, its late...and we have some meetings tomorrow right?" I asked her.
"Meetings in the morning, shopping for a dress for the wrap party in the afternoon, wrap party at night," she read off tomorrow's engagements for us.
"Wear a cute dress for your flippy?" I puckered out my lips and stripped until I was wearing my boxers and a white cotton t-shirt.
"Of course, Rob," she said, "all for you, my best friend," she said, that stung a bit, I was stuck being the friend when I wanted so much more with her.
"All for me?" I asked asking more than she could ever know.
"Yeah, course," she said brushing my lips with her hand.
"Lets....lets go to bed," I muttured softly breaking the silence that had enveloped us.
"Bed sounds amazing right now," she said her words made me blush, and after she had said them her face turned so red it was amazingly cute.
"Rob, I mean sleeping pervert!" she said holding up the pillow and challenging me again.
"Of course you meant, sleeping, of course," I teased her.
"Robert Thomas Pattinson, do you want me to call your mother and tell her you're sexually harrassing me, she wouldn't like that very much would she?" she giggled.
"She would, she does want a grandaughter, she said with you it would have my eyes, and you're cute little nose," I teased grabbing her nose playfully.
"Cute...nose?" she blushed.
"Yeah, I umm...showed Claire some photographs of you thats okay right?" I asked her, flushing running my hands through my already messy locks.
"I'm just surprised you'd tell your mom about me...," she said quietly.
"Course I would, since I came to America you're all I talk to her about," I admitted, "of course shes going to ask for a picture she's my mum."
"Sounds like a smart lady, your "mum","she said mocking my British accent.
"She is quite the intellectual, okay seriously, I'm so tired, let's go to bed before we make another embarrassing sex joke," I chuckled lightly.
"Okay. sounds like a plan, flippy," she grinned huge curling up next to me as her breathing evened, I stared into her warm face. "I wish you could know that I love you, Kristen Jaymes..." I whispered against her skin as I fell asleep gingerly with her in my arms.
The Next Morning
"Rob, Rob! Get your ass up out of bed!" a voice woke me from my stupor, and I realized I was cradling a pillow like it was Kristen.
"For the love of hell...seriously, what time is it?" I asked my eyes barely open still half asleep.
"Its ten thirty, I have to go shopping with Nikki for our wrap party dresses, and shes taking me to the spa with her, its supposed to be a huge girls day or something," Kristen explained.
"What time is she coming?" I asked only interested because that meant we'd be spending the last day together apart.
"She said shes arriving at eleven, shes already asking why I'm even at your hotel today," she sighed heavily.
"Whatever...ignore it," I said getting out of bed, wiping my hands over my eyes, Kristen surprised me with a tight hug from behind.
"I just wanted to say...I'll miss you today," she whispered quietly into my back.
"I'll miss you too," I admitted, "we'll do something before I leave."
"Good...I don't want tonight to be the last night," she said. Someone came in and we broke apart like we had been tasered, a high pitched valley girl accent filled the hotel room.
"Kris, I knew you'd be in his room," she said scolding, "and why and the hell are you not ready?" she asked accusatory.
"What the hell? Do you knock, Nikki?" I asked, my tone coming out a bit rash.
"Well...I figured since she's my best friend, and you guys are apparently chuming it up then yeah I don't have to knock," she said hurt, and I felt bad, she was Kristen's friend even though I didn't know why she liked her so much.
"Yeah, sorry, Nik," I apologized, "you girls have fun," I said quietly heading back to my room.
"Yeah...okay," Nikki said, pulling Kristen out of the door by her arm. I took a long shower visions of Kristen filling my mind, our last days together, our last day together. When I got out of the shower, and put on my clothes, before I could even sit down loud booming came from the door. Oy who is there now? I went to the door and opened it to a beaming Kellan, Jackson, and Peter.
"Hey, mates...why are you all here?" I asked them opening the door so they could enter.
"Its our last day, figured since the girls are getting all made up we should hang here and chill," Kellan said grabbing me and leading me to the living area we all took our seats by the television. "You got beer?"
"Yes, I only have Heineken and Corona though...," I said softly, everyone except Peter cracked open and beer and drank.
"I heard that Kristen was here this morning," Jackson blurted out.
"From who?" I asked nervously.
"Well Nikki sorta told Ashley and Ashley told me," Jackson explain, there was no privacy on our little set, everyone knew everything about everyone.
"Figures..., I sighed taking another sip of my beer. I felt everyone eyes on me and began to get extremely nervous, "what you guys?"
"You got some action?" Kellan asked his booming laughter filling the room.
"No, as a matter of fact I didn't," I paused as a disbelieving smirk crossed his eyes, "and hey, don't talk about her like shes a piece of meat, she's my best friend."
"Best friend? You're stuck in the friend zone, dude!" Kellan went on slapping my shoulders.
"Hey! I think Rob is doing the right thing here, shes got a boyfriend, its obvious he cares about her, but still, you have to," Peter said, for a moment seeming truly fatherly, he was right, he had a loving marriage and three young daughters it was best to take his advice. It would take so long for her to realize that what she felt for me was indeed love, or even some attraction.
"He's going to be waiting awhile then, right?" Jackson asked Kellan and the were both laughing.
"In about a year when I'm getting all the loving from Kris and you two are single on your arces you're gonna be like wishing you were me," I chuckled, Peter joined in.
"That's right, tell they're asses!" Peter high fived me.
We hung out for hours teasing, joking, and poking each other about all sorts of things, after all of the confusion of my love life, and Kristen it was nice to hang out with all of the males. I got many text messages from Kristen who kept saying that she wished I was there and Nikki was making her try on tight and skimpy dresses. I like...I like....Mind in the gutter.... I became the reassuring male figure in her life. The only person she barely spoke to me about was him, Micheal. They're relationship was one of constant bickering, they never seemed to be on the same page, and Kristen seemed to rather hang out with anyone but him. I'd met him once before, he seemed fine to me, but he seemed...cold and distant. Wasn't a boyfriend supposed to be I don't know warm and comforting, I always felt like Kristen deserved more, I could be more for her. I was lost in thought until Peter tapped me on the shoulder saying that we had to go to a meeting, and then after get changed for the wrap party.
"Oh, how I love meetings," I sighed, it was just a simple meeting about how we had finished and now they would go into pre-production and see if re-shoots would be needed, and yada yada yada. The part I hated about being an actor, the business aspect.
Kristen and Nikki walked into the meeting but Kristen looked exhausted and annoyed. I was concerned so I joined her as Nikki walked over to where Catherine was standing we quietly spoke to each other in the corner.
"Kris, is something the matter? You seem upset," I said leaning down even closer to her.
"Its just...its really...its nothing," she said nervously, it didn't seem like nothing.
"Just tell me, I know you," I said truly concerned.
"Micheal is just being weird, thats all," she said briefly.
"What do you mean by weird?" I asked, I hoped no one noticed us over here.
"He just keeps nagging me about you, and I hate it, he tells me all this crap and I told him if he doesn't like it he can just leave, I don't want him at the party tonight," she admitted, that stunned me.
"Well...he should know we're friends, and friends hang out all the time," I said internally kicking myself at my words. "maybe you guys should distance yourself from each other, maybe he shouldn't come tonight."
"He's not," she said matter-of-factly.
Someone coughed behind us, it was the head of Summit, " and Miss. Stewart, please take your seats," he said, we rushed over to the seats on the far left next to each other, everyone at the long and narrow table giving us the look.
The meeting was as expected, long, dull, and for hell sakes there was no food, there should at least be food if they are going to toture you for 2 hours. Although I noticed Kristen playfully kicking my chair which made me internally laugh and sign and smile all at once, she was so cute and she didn't even know it. Many times during the meeting she caught my stares and the bubble did happen once or twice, but we had to be all business here, unfortunately. Once the meeting was over in 2.0 seconds Nikki was at her side.
"So, I'm going to have to kidnap her again, shes getting all made up now," Nikki said energetically. "I hope you look well, Mr. Handsome."
"Yeah I hope so too, bye Kris, bye....Nikki," I said as they went off, I joined Nick my manager who was briefing me because I had to go back to London tomorrow. I probably wouldn't see Kristen for another few weeks, not until a few days before the MTV Movie awards and Twilight press tour that would keep me in LA for a few months.
I didn't want to go.
Later on that evening
I was dressed and sure as I looked at myself in the mirror, my hair was groomed, my face clean shaven, a button down blue shirt and dark navy blue jeans on, I hoped I looked good enough for her tonight, and I was secretly hoping he wouldn't be there so maybe I could give the proper good bye to her. I went downstairs to the car that was waiting for me, and arrived promptly at the hotel we were having the wrap party at. It was casual yet elegent and they seemed to go all out for this special event, and I really liked it. But...where was Kristen? I nervously bounced on my heels as Ashley and Jackson walked over to me.
"Whats wrong?" Ashley asked quietly.
"Have any of you seen Kris?" I asked softly.
"No...shes not here yet, but you can wait with me and Jax if you like," Ashley told me warmly.
I sat with them for awhile before Kristen showed up, but eventually about 40 minutes into the party a distraught Kristen arrived sans Micheal. I ran over to her, stopping short a few steps, she looked beautiful, gorgeous, so wonderful. She had a tight midnight blue mini dress, with a plunging neckline that revealed some of her cleavage and her soft vanilla skin. She had legs for days and was wearing tall black heels, and her hair was curled and full of life, as I got closer she was wearing the most glorious perfumed, it smelled tantalizingly sweet and spicy and sexy, and I just loved it.
"You...look...beautiful," I choked out.
She blushed and looked down, "Thanks, and you look rather dashing yourself," she told me sweetly, her spiritis seemed higher.
We managed to talk a lot the first half of the party, but I noticed Nikki would become more and more present throughout the night, and would be giving me suggestive and flirtatious glances in which I ignored. I became upset suddenly realizing this was indeed our last day together, and stepped out onto the patio Kristen followed.
"Hey, buddy, whats the matter?" she asked a gentle hand on my back.
"I...this doesn't make me happy," I managed. This was so...complicated to tell her, I couldn't tell her the truth, but I definitely could not lie to her.,," I aver
"Me neither, its a complicated thing, meeting someone like you, and then acting as if I could go on," she said, he words were the truth.
"The same here, when I look at you its special, I'll never have that I averted my eyes down to her face she had a small tear falling down her cheek, "You know...you changed my life."
"I didn't change your life," she said not believing my soft words.
"You did, you were the first person to believe in me in a long time, everyone else thought I was some wannabe actor or the guy who died in Harry Potter," I admitted, "I was flat broke, unsuccessful, nearing becoming an achoholic, cranky and the only person who would put up with me was my best friend and my dog," I went on.
"I'm sorry, Rob, you never told me all this," she said she was touched, I looked down at her lips and then to her eyes and she did the same, we moved in closer together, but that same high pitch voice sounded.
"Mikey is here!" she sqeaked. What the fuck?
I turned to see Micheal and Nikki standing in the corner with fake smiles as Micheal grabbed Kristen and pulled her to his side. She grave a subtle look back at me as I moped in the corner by myself. For the rest of the night it was them...I couldn't stand it, and Nikki was acting as if I was interested in her. I sighed in frustration. Peter called a toast and everyone became quiet.
"Who would like to say something?" He asked, I immediately stood out of instinct and everyone gaped.
"Ummm...I'm not very good at this whole public speaking thing, but...this experience has just meant so much to me," I paused my eyes darting to Kristen for a split second and then landing back on everyone, "I met some of the best people I'll ever meet in a life time, I met some people and gained feelings for them I can't express....and I will miss them alot. I love all of you, thanks for changing my life," I said and everyone cheered, "to Twilight!" Peter cheered. "To Twilight...and a broken heart...." I mummured.
After the party, we said our goodbyes, me and Kristen in a lingering hug, all I could do was kiss her softly on the cheek...not even a proper goodbye because of him. She dropped her purse and he just continued to the car, what an asshole. I ran over and picked it up for her, our eyes locked for a split second before I gave it back to her.
"Umm...heres your purse, please call later," I said, "I'll be going on a 10 am flight to London...," I told her.
"So soon?" she whispered.
"Yeah...so soon," I didn't want to tell her this, it just hurt to much to even think about at this point.
"I---," before she could get the words out he was telling her to get in the car, she couldn't even say goodbye as they sped off into the Portland night...looking down to where her purse fell, is the place where my heart crumbled.
The Next Morning
It was almost time for my car to arrive so that I could make my flight on time, and I was pacing in the room, Kristen hadn't called last night so I had taken a long time to pack everything up and make sure that I would be getting the flight and secretly hoping for a delay of some sort so I could stay longer. To no avail everything was perfect and in tip top shape, I hate when things are perfect when you secretly want something to go wrong in your favor. I was done pacing and anxiously sitting on the sofa when a light knock sounded the door I opened it and there she stood, Kristen. Kristen was here.
"Hey, I couldn't let you go without saying goodbye first, that would make this girl a bad friend," she smiled.
Without thinking I pulled her into a bone crushing hug, her scent assaulting my core, and I held her there for what seemed like hours until I heard her whisper, "Rob, can't---breathe," she giggled.
"Sorry, I thought you weren't coming, and I was so nervous, and I was hoping my flight was delayed, I miss everyone in London, but I'll miss you, and everyone, and..and....," I was rambling.
"Rob?" she asked.
"Yes," I answered calmly.
"Calm down, I miss you already," she said hugging me softly, this hug was better she was rubbing my back.
"You didn't call last night," I frowned.
"I couldn't...Mike was there, he doesn't like me hanging out with you, but I don't care, if he made me choose, I'd choose being your friend over being his girlfriend any day, trust me on that one, Pattinson," she said in her Kristen like way, that touched me.
We talked for what seemed like hours but truly it was only minutes as Nick called from down below saying my car was here and to haul my arce down there before I get into some trouble. I grabbed my bags and my laptop case and headed towards the door hesitantly. I averted my gaze to Kristen who was already standing at the door the last one to say goodbye.
"Thank you," she whispered about to leave but instinct took over, I walked slowly over to her and placed a kiss on her lips, it was longer and more less friendly than the other night, it was the only way I could say goodbye when I broke away I kissed her forehead and her cheek.
"Bye, love, please...call or email," I told her as she hugged me once more, she whispered a goodbye again and again, as I opened the door to leave. She was gone, back there crying, and I couldn't do anything but leave her and possibly not see her regularly anymore.
I got into the awaiting car a single tear fell from my eye, Stephanie my agent looked at me with concern.
"Rob, what happened?" she asked.
"I love her...and I left her...," I whispered.
"Oh hun, its going to be alright," she said pulling me into a motherly embrace. As we drove off, as I got on the plane, as I arrived in London, my only thought was....
Kristen Stewart.
I wanted to be more than her friend, I wanted to be her lover too.
This chapter took alot of time and energy to write because I saw the oprah interview and when they talked about the audition I felt like there was so much emotion in it, that I had to do something, I had to write about them again. They are so in love and its in a very special way, all the bad and negative rumors...they're just rumors. I know that I'm no better writing this story, I must have no shame and I'm sorry, I just really love them alot. I mean no harm, if I offended you, I'm extremely sorry. If you want more...tell me. i'll be happy to comply!
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