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This chapter covers Italy and the MTV Movie Awards (2009)

All Kristen's POV this time

~Leaving to shoot New Moon in Italy~

Kristen's POV:

"The sun is coming up." I looked at Rob and shook my head, smiling. "I'm not sure this was the smartest, most professional decision to make, right before leaving for a shoot." I laughed and started to stand up from the cool concrete of the balcony.

"We'll sleep on the plane." Rob smiled and stood up, stretching out his arms once he was upright.

"Sure, sure. It is a fourteen-hour flight. I'm gonna take a quick shower."

"I was just going to get in there."

"Wellllp, you'll have to wait. You have to keep up that dirty Englishman persona anyway – maybe it's best you let the airport paps catch you looking filthy, tired, and disheveled." I smirked at Rob and gave him a little punch in the side. He smiled back at me.

"Are you mocking my 'dangerously hot sex appeal?' That's actually a word-for-word description from a magazine I read." He chuckled.

"Not mocking." I smiled. "Ok, going in the shower now." I said, pulling myself away. It was so easy to get distracted and talk about nothing to Rob for another few hours straight, and this hair needed to be cleaned, stat.

I rushed into the bathroom and turned the shower to the hottest possible setting. I stripped out of my clothes, seeking the warmth of the shower. Even though California air was far from cold in May, being outside all night made the shower feel that much more relaxing and warm.

I finished washing my hair and body and peeked outside of the shower door.

No. Fucking. Towel.

This felt like a scene from a porno. Girl purposely forgets a towel so that the guy has to come bring the towel into the shower and suddenly, he gets a boner and they start fucking the shit out of each other.

"Rob!" I yelled from inside the bathroom. "You must have used the towel they put in here yesterday; there is no more. Is there one out there?" I said, trying to project my voice as loudly as I could, which wasn't very loud at all.

"What?" He replied.

"I said there are no towels in this fucking bathroom."

"Oh, oh…all right." I heard him getting up from the bed.

"Are you getting me one?"

"The one I used yesterday is dry, that's the only one they put in here. You all right with that?"

"Yes, anything." My hair was dripping all over the floor as I stood, freezing. "I'm going to crack the door, you there?"

"Ready." He was laughing at me.

I opened the door the slightest crack and he poked the towel through. I grabbed it and slammed the door back shut, wrapping it around me, then walked out of the bathroom.

"Thanks." I told him as he climbed onto the bed.

"No problem." He chimed.

I unzipped my tote bag and grabbed a grey v-neck shirt, my favorite pair of jeans because they were so comfortable, and underwear. I walked back into the bathroom to get changed and then joined Rob on the bed.

"Morning." He said.

"I'm really not even that tired. I hope I'm able to sleep on the plane." I leaned my head back onto a pillow and shut my eyes.

"Seriously? Because I could fall asleep right now."

We laid in silence with our eyes shut for a few minutes and then there was a knock on the door. I got up to answer it.

"Hi." I smiled as I looked at the man on the other side of the door, wondering what he was there for.

"Room service wake-up call for Robert Pattinson. Is this the right room?"

"Yes. Thank you."

"I also have a cup of coffee here for him. Would you like one too, miss? I could bring it right up."

"That would be great, thanks. Just a little bit of skim milk in it." I said, grabbing the coffee from the short man.

I walked over to Rob and handed the coffee to him.

"I hate this royal treatment shit, but it's nice sometimes." I said, giggling a little under my breath.

Rob and I left in a car for the airport after finishing our coffees. We snuck through the back entrance and onto a small plane that barely held anyone who wasn't some part of the cast or crew of New Moon or our security guys. Ashley Greene, Chris Weitz, and Wyck Godfrey were all on the plane, but I sat in a two-seater, next to Rob.

Rob passed out within the first few minutes of being in the air. I listened to my iPod for a while before drifting into sleep.

I woke up a while later and checked the time. We had been flying for four hours. Ten more to go. I hate long flights. I needed a cigarette and fresh air.

The entire plane was quiet, everyone was sleeping. I stared blankly out the window at the clouds until Rob woke up and tapped me on the shoulder.

"Did you fall asleep at all?" He whispered, blinking his eyes and rubbing them.

"Yes, for a couple of hours. I'm so happy you're awake. I was about to jump out of the window for boredom's sake."

He laughed and put the armrest that separated us up. "Wanna play a game?" He said, laughing a bit.

"Shhhhure…what kind of game?"

"Tic-tac-toe." He was laughing at himself. He was so goofy sometimes.

I raised my eyebrow, holding back my laugh. "I don't think I've played that since I was a kid."

"Do you have a better idea?"

"You make a good point, let's go. I will rock you."

Rob grabbed a pad from his carry on backpack and a ballpoint pen. He flipped through it until he reached a blank page and drew a board.

I beat him every time, and he made me keep playing, until he won. He got so happy and then declared that the last game.

"You're just avoiding your inevitable defeat if we play another. You got lucky."

"Whatever you want to call it, Kristen."

"We should probably read over the lines now, yeah?" I said, grabbing the copy of the script I had in my bag. I also grabbed my iPod and handed Rob one of the headphones. I made a playlist for the scenes we had to play in Italy. It mainly consisted of Band of Horses, Joy Division, and The Black Keys.

We scooted closer together so that the headphones reached both of our ears and flipped through the script page by page, saying the lines in a near whisper so we didn't disturb anyone. There weren't that many lines to go over, as most of it was kissing.

"I'm going to be honest – I'm utterly terrified for this kiss." Rob admitted, tugging at his hair. He always did that when he was embarrassed.

"I am too. It's like, they don't have to say anything after all this time? They just kiss and it's all better? So strange. There is so much riding on that one kiss."

"You're not helping." He continued laughing nervously.

I smiled at him. "Well, the staging of it is going to be pretty spectacular, so most of the work is done for us. Does that help?" I laughed.

"A little bit. So, the rest is on us. Hopefully we look like really good kissers."

"You're fine. You will be fine." I told him.

"Fine?"

"Good."

"Good?" He laughed.

"Don't push it, dude." I laughed.

The rest of the flight went fairly quickly. Usually sleeping made plane rides go faster, but it actually went far quicker when we were awake. What exactly was going on here? I don't think either of us knew. All we were sure of, when it came to one another, was that our time together was always perfect in our own little way.

We landed in Italy and went out to a kick-off dinner with the cast and crew. There were also some extras there and townspeople, so Rob and I kept our distance from each other. Neither of us wanted any rumors.

We didn't get back to the hotel until late that night, and Rob and I went straight to sleep. We didn't stay in the same room as we usually did in Vancouver, but in the morning, Rob came to my room right away, and I couldn't deny that I was happy to see him first.

"Are you ready?" Big day.

"Not really. This might sound weird, and I know we don't usually…but Chris has just informed me that there are going to be a lot more people there than we were expecting and…" He was rambling. "I want to kiss you before the thing because I think it'll be weird if we kiss for the first time in front of all those people. It'll be easier if we're both a bit more comfortable. It's not everyday I get to kiss you and if the first time in a month is in front of thousands of people, it might compromise the quality of it for the movie and I want it to be good it's a really important scene."

"Why are you being so weird? Of course. If it'll make you more comfortable. Can I like brush my teeth?" I laughed.

He smiled, "yes."

I came back from the bathroom and he was sitting on the bed.

"All right, so, I'll be running through the crowd, and then we collide by the clock. We can't do the whole slamming into each other thing here, unless you stand against the wall and I crash into you or something?" I suggested.

"I'll just stand here" he said, getting up with his legs against the bed. "That way, if I fall, it'll just be onto the bed."

"Ok, cool." I walked over to the wall that faced the foot of the bed, then ran up to Rob. I didn't do what I was supposed to, though, I was afraid of knocking him down. I just stopped in front of him and paused. I ran my fingers through the back of his hair and stared at him for a minute. Neither of us moved in for what felt like a century of staring.

I took a deep breath and then got on my toes and kissed him. I felt him starting to bend his knees. No, no, no. He was going to lean back onto the bed. Shit. What. Is. Going. On.

Before I could object (Not because I didn't want to make out with Rob, but because I knew I shouldn't. Rehearsal my ass.) I was laying on top of him on the bed.

He was moving his hands through my hair, kissing me slowly.

I pulled my chest and head back for a moment, then leaned to place a small kiss on the side of his lips before moving back to his lips, kissing him harder.

I caught his gaze when I pulled away for that second and it was such a confused look, like he was scared that I was going to stop. I thought about stopping, but I didn't stop.

I had kissed Rob out of the context of the movie twice before, but it never ceased to scare the shit out of me. I never got this much feeling out of kissing someone. I didn't even know that it was possible. He wasn't fine or good, he was an amazing kisser. Though, I'd probably never admit to that.

Rob moved his hands down my back, pressing hard. It felt so good.

He laid his head flat on the bed after a while of kissing me, taking a breath. He pushed my hair out of my face with one of his hands. We were both breathing heavily and just staring at each other again, exactly how the kiss started.

"I think I'm good." He said.

"Ok…um, good."

"Good." He repeated.

Awkward.

I got off of him and walked away, shaking my head.

"What?"

"Nothing, that was just weird. It's always weird. Outside the movie." I replied.

"Kristen." He said, sitting up. His hair was all screwed up, it made me smile a little.

"Yeees?"

"I love you."

"Stop."

"Seriously, Kristen. I'm sick of being a coward about saying it. I was serious the other night. I've never felt like this so quickly about anyone and you should know. It doesn't have to change anything."

"How exactly would that not change anything…?"

"If you felt the same way, it wouldn't. Or if you don't…love me too, then just…I don't know. Don't let it change anything. I'm fine."

I looked down at the floor and ran my hands through my hair nervously. I paced over to the bed where he was and then turned around and walked back to where I was standing. I did love him. But this wasn't supposed to happen. I was scared and I didn't want to admit it to him. We couldn't ever be a couple. It would be an impossible endeavor for the both of us. Always traveling, always being followed…especially together. It would end badly.

"Ok. Promise nothing is changing?" It was all I could think of to say because I was a coward and I wasn't going to say that I loved him, but I wasn't going to lie and say that I didn't either. Even though I kind of already told him that I love him the previous night. This confession was more real because we weren't high and he wasn't making up excuses. He was just laying it out there. And I liked it. I loved it.

"I promise. And I don't break promises." He smiled.

I walked over and gave him a hug and said "thank you."

We shot the kiss scene in the town square once the sun was in the right spot that day. I ran so much that I felt like I was going to fall over, but each time I reached the mark, I got to kiss Rob. Everyone cheered for us after each take. It was such an incredible rush.

I spent the next couple of days shooting scenes and going around Italy with Rob, Ashley, and the other cast members there. Dakota Fanning came to set for the Volturi scenes and it was my first time properly getting to talk to her. She had just gotten the part of Cherie in The Runaways, so we talked about that. We were both beaming with excitement for the project, but also really nervous. She was only in Italy for a day, so we didn't hang out, but it eased my nerves a bit to meet her and know that she would make a great Cherie.

The last day in Italy was a long day for me. Rob wrapped the day before, but decided to stay there to keep me company while I did some scenes with Ashley Greene. After the day was finally finished, it felt unreal. Wrapping the movie at the climax made it feel really unfinished, but at the same time, I was so proud of the work that we had done. I gave Chris the biggest hug and thanked him a million times and it still didn't feel like enough. He was the nicest guy in the world and I was so happy to have shared this experience with him.

Everyone who worked on the film in Italy came out for dinner that night and Rob and I sat outside, chain-smoking by ourselves. It was becoming a normal thing for us at social events.

"We really need to quit smoking. Maybe we'll make have more friends than just one another if we aren't smokers." I joked.

"I'm fine with just being your friend." He laughed. "Besides, I love smoking too much."

I did too. Some people thought smoking was disgusting and I guess it was in terms of what it did to your body, but it got me through so much stress; I wasn't ready to kick the bad habit just yet.

"I don't want to leave." Rob said.

"Italy?"

"Yeah." He ran his fingers through his hair.

"Me neither. This was one of the best shoots. All we did was makeout the whole time." I laughed. "Inside, outside. Edward and Bella were making up for lost time, that's for sure."

He laughed "don't forget when you almost knocked me on my ass in front of a thousand Italians."

"You are definitely never living down almost falling over from me knocking into you. Your strength is a fallacy." I took a puff of Rob's cigarette and then handed it back to him.

"And another reason I don't want to go back is because I have to go embarrass myself at the MTV Awards." He laughed, twirling his hair in between his fingers.

"That is going to be dreadful. Especially if we win Best Kiss."

"What should we do for it? You know we're going to win, right? All the early polls are claiming it's an easy win for us."

"I have no idea." I said, honestly. I couldn't kiss him in front of all of those people, but the wrath of the Twilight fans would be immense if I didn't.

~Fast-forward a week, MTV Movie Awards 2009~

Kristen's POV:

Rob and I spent the week apart after Italy. We spoke almost constantly, but I was catching up with my friends and family and he was doing the same. His family was in LA for a couple of weeks. He invited me to meet them, though I'd met them before, but I couldn't go.

The first time I saw him was nearly a week later. He came to my house prior to the MTV Awards. I was already dressed and ready to go and we were taking separate cars, but we both left from my house. He spoke to my mom for over an hour and I added in a few words here and there, but they got along so well. He also spoke to my father. My parents were so eccentric and a lot of people were weirded out by them, but he wasn't. It wasn't even awkward. My mom showed him some of her art and things around the house. She was really into Alice in Wonderland and had various murals and carvings. Our house was literally her art project. It was really cool and I was happy that Rob seemed to like all of it.

"See you tonight, Kristen." My mom said as she kissed Rob and I goodbye.

"I think I might hang around LA until later, so I don't know if I'll be home tonight."

"With you?" She asked, looking to Rob.

"Yeah." Rob said. We had been planning to spend the night together because Rob was leaving for New York to film his new movie the next day.

"All right. Give me a call if you need a ride back or anything, hun."

"Thanks, love you."

"Love you too."

Rob and I snuck around to the back yard and shared one blunt to calm our nerves before getting into our cars.

"Are my pupils really, really bad?" I asked.

"No." He smiled. "Mine?"

"No." I laughed. "Let's get this shit over with."

We got there and took our separate red carpet pictures. No interviews – thank god. We sat near each other at the show and talked the whole time, mostly about what the fuck we were going to do. Rob also mocked me for the majority of the time after I accepted my Best Female award because I dropped it on the ground and broke it. Hot mess.

At the very last minute before the best kiss, we decided that we would just do a really slow, fake-out-kiss.

"Build everyone up, and then break their hearts." Rob said, laughing.

"They're gonna hate us." I laughed, not really caring. I already made enough of a fool out of myself. It couldn't get much worse.

"They already think we're weird, especially after your little stunt tonight."

"Enough with that already." I laughed. "I wanna forget it even happened and you're making it really tough."

"Last time I mention it." He made a little 'my lips are sealed' gesture and turned to the stage as the announcers of the Best Kiss award approached.

Everything went smoothly – at least, smoothly for Rob and I. We weren't exactly smooth when it came to this kind of thing.

After the show, we did some interviews, and then headed back to his hotel. Some of the other cast members were hanging out that night, but we declined. Rob said that he had an early flight and I said I had an early meeting. Both stories were true, there was just more to the stories. Like, Rob and I want to spend the night together…because we're friends…or whatever. And we can't see each other for a while after tomorrow. Yeah.

I collapsed onto the bed once we got to his room. "Did you call Dean [Rob's security guard] and tell him to bring the bags up here?"

"Yeah. They should be here soon."

"Good. These shows wipe me out, man."

"Me too."

Rob walked over to the bed and looked down at me. "I am really going to miss you in New York. I was really looking forward to spending the summer in New York. I'm excited about the movie and I love the city, but I didn't realize how much I would miss you until recently."

I sat up and looked at him. "I'm going to miss you too. A lot." I scoffed and pushed my hair back, then played with my hands in my lap, trying not to make eye contact.

"If I'm in LA at all in between or whatever, I really want to see you."

"Yes, of course. I mean, no question." I looked back up at him and he looked so hurt, but like he was trying to guard the hurt and not show me. But I could always sense it on him. He could probably see it all over my face too.

"Do you think this is bad?"

"What's bad?" I asked.

"That we care about each other this much. I mean, for the sake of the rest of Twilight and all of that."

"No…"

"I guess not." He said.

"We'll just see how it is this summer. We'll be apart. I'm sure things will change a lot. For one thing, I'll have a black mullet, so you might not even want to hang around me anymore."

"You're gonna look sexy. Like a hot lesbian or something." He laughed.

"You know there is a whole group of fans called Krisbians?" I laughed.

"That's so stupid. What does that even mean?"

"They are straight, but they would go lesbian only for me." I shook my head. "And they're like twelve year olds as well. It's weird."

"Really, really weird. That's not even remotely true. Either you like girls or you don't. I mean, you're hot and all, but…that's just silly."

"Agreed!"

I changed into a pair of boy shorts and one of Rob's t-shirts. He changed into boxers and a white undershirt.

"You have the whitest legs." I chuckled under my breath.

"It's 'cause I don't tan them. I'm too embarrassed to show my body, so I don't go to the sea."

"You're so ridiculous. You're this heartthrob. Girls are throwing themselves at you, why don't you think you're hot?" I asked him, honestly.

"I only care if you think I'm hot." He gave me an evil little smile and his eyes got really small and squinty. I laughed.

"I think you're sooooooo hot."

"See, you're joking."

"I'm really not, though."

We laid around talking for awhile, I was laying my head on Rob's chest and he was running his fingers through my hair. It felt right for once, nothing about it felt like we should be holding back.

"Will you keep contact, even with your busy schedule, Robert?" I cocked an eyebrow at him. "Will you replace me with your new costar?" I kept my eyebrow raised and sat up, joking.

He fought back a smile. "I can't make any promises."

"But really. Please keep in touch."

"I would never lose touch." He was serious now.

"Good."

He put his hands on both side of my neck and then moved them up to my face, "come here." He said.

I moved in closer to him and he kissed me once on the lips, and then pressed his forehead against mine.

"I love you. I'll miss this." I said simply.

He kissed me again, but more deeply, playing with the elastic of the boy shorts that I was wearing. I clutched my fingers in his hair and moved one leg over his lap, straddling him.

If I was told on the first movie, when I was with Mike, that this would be happening, I would have told the person that death was a more probable outcome for me.

But, here I was.

In love with Robert Pattinson. After only a little over a year of knowing him. Madness.

I slid my hands from his hair, down his chest, and pulled his shirt over his head, crashing my lips right back into his immediately after. I rubbed my fingers around his chest, feeling all over. The soft little hairs, his pecs, the sides of his torso.

I started to kiss him faster as we moved down on the bed. He flipped on top of me and pulled the shirt I was wearing (his) over my head. He paused for a second, looking at me, and then kissed me again. It was almost a look of disbelief.

He grabbed what little I had of boobs and thrust his hips against mine and I could feel him through his briefs. I moved my hand in between us and trailed it down his stomach, to his briefs and tugged on them, signaling him to pull them off.

He stopped kissing me to take them off and then pulled my boy shorts down my legs, to my calves. I kicked them off the rest of the way quickly, hurrying back to his lips.

We laid there naked for awhile, kissing each other, and then he moved to my neck. He placed soft kisses on my neck, sucking in between. I played with his hair as he did it. He then moved down and kissed down to my belly button. It tickled, but felt so good. He placed kisses back up to my neck and then finally my lips.

I let out a small moan when he got back to my lips and I tugged at his hair, moving my hips up to touch him from below. "Please." I said. I needed him.

He placed a hand in between my legs, spreading my thighs apart as he kissed me. I wrapped one leg around his torso and pushed my hips forward as he guided himself inside of me.

He moaned once the tip was in and we both thrusted our hips toward each other at the same time, then kept the rhythm, kissing slowly and passionately in between each thrust.

"Rob…" I moaned.

He started to pump is hips faster and I moved mine in small circles, arching my back a little as I kissed him so he could go deeper. I wrapped both legs around him and he pushed even deeper inside of me. We both moaned at the same time.

"I fucking love you, Kristen."

"I love you."

~Morning After~

I woke up to a nudge from Rob. "It's ten. I missed my flight. My agent made a later one. Everyone thought I was dead. It's actually quite funny. You missed a lot in the half hour since I woke up." He laughed.

It was a lot to hear on a just waking up basis, but I tried to take it all in, while also trying to keep my eyes open. "Good morning to you too."

"Good morning."

My phone buzzed in my bag and I realized I hadn't checked it since we got in last night. "Fuck. Everyone probably thinks I'm dead too."

"Probably." Rob laughed.

I rushed out of bed, not even caring that I was still naked. I grabbed a pair of underwear from my bag, my phone and a bra and quickly skimmed through the messages while putting on my clothes.

"Don't you have a meeting?"

"Yeah, not until four." I said, thankful. I was never the type to be late or miss meetings, especially when I was as excited as I was for The Runaways, and meeting with Joan Jett.

"Shit, my mom is calling. What time is your flight?"

"A car is coming here for me at eleven."

"All right. I'm gonna have my mom bring my car here at the same time."

I got on the phone with my mom and she told me she had been sending me messages all morning. I apologized profusely and told her that I lost track of time, that I was ok, etc. and then said goodbye after thanking her for agreeing to come pick me up.

I threw my phone back into my bag and crawled back into the bed, under the sheets.

"So, we have, what? Less than an hour?" I groaned at the reality of the situation. There was a lot that we needed to talk about, but nowhere near enough time.

Rob smiled at me and grabbed my hand. I played with his long fingers.

"What do you want to talk about?" He asked me.

"Well…I guess there really isn't anything specific. Just what's going on here." I said, gesturing to him and then back at myself.

"I don't know really, but I like it." He said.

"Me too."

And that was that. Why push a heavy subject where one wasn't necessary? There was an obvious connection and love between Rob and I and we were happy together and that's all that either of us cared about: the other person's happiness.

We both got dressed, packed up, and slipped out of the hotel. We though we were unnoticed, but there were pictures of the last time we saw each other on the internet immediately after it happened. Luckily, we only kissed goodbye inside of the hotel. Not only were we reluctant for paparazzi to see that, but also my mother, and anyone else around. We were keeping this between us. Just the two of us. Our little secret. At least, for now.

I hope you liked it. I warned you early on that I am not going to be writing lots of "lemons" or whatever you want to call it.

It's weird when it's real people. Hopefully how I did it sufficed. Please let me know in a review. XOXO