We walked into Primark hand in hand which made a change. I was still smiling as we walked into the clothes shop, because the truth was…nobody had even noticed that it was Rob yet. They were totally fooled by his clever, makeover/disguise.

He had on a white beanie, with his fake wig on underneath. It was a brown color, and short like his, and he had on a fake moustache too, to complete the makeover. He looked kinda funny, with a moustache on, but he definitely still looked cute.

Still, every time that I looked back to him, I couldn't help but giggle a little bit. He sighed heavily in response, hating the fact that I was laughing. I tried to stop, I really did, but it was difficult. He looked so funny, bless him.

''I'm sorry, I'm trying not to laugh.'' I promised him, because it was true. I picked up a basket, because I knew for a fact that I was going to need one. I always brought loads in Primark, because it was just so cheap in here.

''Well…you're not trying very hard.'' He disagreed sourly trying to keep his voice down. A few Girls turned and looked at him and I caught him rolling his eyes in response and quickly looking away again.

It was kinda lucky that Tom let him borrow them blue eye contacts that he had lying around. They definitely came in use, even when Rob kept complaining when he had to put them in himself. Himself, because contacts were supposed to be easier getting in by the person going to be wearing them.

''Sorry baby.'' I apologized. I took my eyes off of the clothes for a moment, and put down my basket to kiss him. I reached up on my tip toes and pressed my arms around his neck, and pressed my lips against his.

I kissed him once, twice, but forced myself to pull away incase we got told off. We didn't want to get told off for public indiscretion after all. Especially if they found out who I was kissing; yikes, imagine that reaction.

''So…do you really need a basket?'' Rob asked me in confused, trying his hardest to keep up with the American accent he was putting on. He wasn't exactly doing that great, though he was definitely getting my attention.

''Oh yes. Just you wait until you see what I buy.'' I agreed, making Rob sigh in response. But I understood why; he was a Guy, and Guy's didn't understand why Girls shopped as much as we did.

But I shopped because it was cheap. Primark was cheap and I liked buying clothes for a bargain. it was kinda like my very own gambling addiction.

''Shopping is my addiction. When its cheap, it makes me happy, very happy. I only buy from Primark most of the time, so its not like I shop anywhere; buying expensive clothes.'' I replied as I flicked through the strappy, vest tops.

This wasn't what I had wanted; strappy vest tops. It was the middle of October and it was freezing in England; I wanted something more…with sleeves. I pulled Rob with me by his hand and over to the slogan tops.

This was not vests or long sleeves; they'd be good for me to bring back to LA with me. ''What about that?'' Rob asked me, pointing to a star top. It was white with blue stars all over the plain vest, and was my old style.

''Nah…its not very me anymore.'' I admitted, flicking past it and making him sigh in response. Them sort of tops had been my sort of style once a while ago, but they were too plain-styled for me now.

There was nothing in the printed tops so I pulled Rob along with me to the fashion tops. They had some longer sleeved cardigans too.

I picked up a white, plain cardigan and put it in my basket, knowing that it would fit me. It was size ten, which would be fine with my long arms. I put the black cardigan into my basket too, as they were only two pounds each.

I grabbed a handful of things; tops, jeans, dresses and shoes to try on; as-well as cardigans and jackets which I knew would fit me anyway. I made sure that they were all reasonable cheap and all at least less than fifteen mounds each.

My maximum for spending on a top or whatever these days was ten pounds; it always was. It wasn't being cheap; Primark was a cool place to get your clothes. They usually had fashionable clothes in there and today was no exception.

Rob paid the Girl standing by the dressing room to have a private room for me, because I wanted his opinion. He gave her ten pounds, and told me not to argue. But I could tell that the Girl was suspicious; not even he could dazzle every Girl he met, not even with his beautiful looks.

She stared after him suspiciously as we walked round the corner to the private dressing room. I sighed in response, shaking my head. ''That Girl was catching on to you, you know. She was suspicious.'' I warned him.

He shrugged in response. ''She'll never guess.'' He replied carelessly. I shook my head again in response, and rolled my eyes at him. She might just have guessed if he had stood there for another minute or two.

I got into the changing room and shut the curtains behind me, whilst Rob waited outside for me. The first top I tried on was a red-orange blouse with lots of flowers all over the pretty, feminine blouse.

This definitely wasn't me; it wasn't like what I normally wore and I didn't like it at all. The buttons on the blouse ran up to my neck and it was a little too see through for me. I didn't like anything that showed my bra off or anything.

I took it off automatically because I hated it and threw it back on the hanger. I put on my next top which was a black and red striped shirt, and a very Boyish one too. I decided that I liked it; for ultra-casual wear and took it off quickly.

I wanted Rob to see me in something nice, not what I didn't like on me. I wanted to see me in something flattering, something to really catch his attention in. That would definitely be my dream clothing.

I put on a longer, white top with a elastic waist to fit my curves and I put on the black tights to go underneath the slightly longer than normal top. It was too short to wear on its own, but it was still definitely nice.

A little figure hugging without making it look too tacky either. Exactly what I was going for, even if the top was plain and white.

I opened the curtains to see Rob sat on the chair outside, looking very bored, with his head in his hands and struggling not to yawn, bless him. I smiled in appreciation; letting him know that I really was happy that he was taking me shopping.

I didn't expect it, because I knew I was a nightmare in Primark. Like, we had only been going out with each other for two minutes even if we had known each other for a while. I didn't expect him to take me shopping anyway.

''Like it?'' I asked him playfully, turning on the spot for him. He cleared his throat and sat up properly once I looked back at him for his reaction. He smiled in response, letting his eyes rake my clothes once, before being good and looking back to me again.

''It's nice; really pretty.'' He said, running his hands through the top of his hair in embarrassment. I rolled my eyes; if he didn't like it he didn't have to sound like he was just being nice. A Girl would rather know what her Boyfriend really thought.

''You don't like it.'' I stated, thinking that it really was true.

''No, really. I like it; I promise. It looks really nice on.'' Okay, so he was being honest but he was just being a Guy; didn't know how to describe it. I smiled in response, only glad if he liked it. Nobody else mattered anymore.

''Good, as long as you're that it looks alright?'' I checked.

He nodded. ''Yeah, you look really beautiful.'' He promised me. I grinned in response and went back into my dressing room; feeling full of confidence in response to his last compliment. He thought I looked beautiful; that was most definitely the main thing for me.

I put on a dark blue dress then; keeping the leggings on as it was still too short with a low neck-line. I walked out of the dressing room and instantly got Rob's attention. His eyes grew wider a little, and his hand went to his hair.

''Wow…you look…really nice.'' He confirmed. ''Beautiful.'' He added, smiling. I grinned back, happily; spinning round on the spot for him.

''Sure you like it?'' I checked.

''Uh huh…I really like it. Promise.'' He admitted. I smiled at him happily and walked back into the dressing room to get changed into my next top now. I was so happy when he liked the things that I wore and liked the way that I liked. It meant a lot to me.

I hurried with the rest of the tops, which was only a few left but he liked most of them on. He was honest with the ones that he didn't like with a simple; ''Urm…well it looks nice, but er…and you still look beautiful but erm…I liked the one before.'' Bless him.

My last clothes was a white dress with a bow on the only, one strap and even though it was a little short for what I would normally go for; I went out of the changing room to show Rob and ask for what he thought.

I didn't really have to; his eyes widened as soon as he saw just how short it was. Lets just say it was definitely higher than above my knees. But he did the right thing and let his eyes find my face again.

''Urm…wow. You look really pretty.'' He promised me in shock.

''Are you sure? Just that I might wear it for tonight when we go clubbing.'' I admitted honestly, turning around for him.

He cleared his throat again. ''Yeah, honestly. You look really beautiful…cant take my eyes away.'' He admitted a little sheepishly.

I grinned in triumph. ''Good; that's what I was going for.'' I admitted, holding his gaze as I went back into the changing room to get changed again, back into my normal clothes. It was true though; the more that I could keep his attention, the happier that I definitely was.

I changed back into my normal clothes and walked out of the dressing room to see Rob again. I looked at him confused, because he had taken his fake moustache off. ''You know…its kinda obvious that its you, if you don't put that back on.'' I warned him, because it was true.

''It's really irritating me. I'll just keep my head down.'' He promised me. I sighed and raised my eyebrows.

''Uh huh…well we'll see if it works when screaming, teenage Girls run after you down the street.'' I warned him, because I could just see it happening. And then there would be me; standing in the street and feeling a fool.

''It will be fine.'' He promised me confidently. ''England's not as bad as America; I can usually walk down the street without at least teenage Girls running after me.'' He admitted, making me grin in response.

''I'm from England too, remember?'' I reminded him. I was exactly that screaming Girl that ran down the street after him. He turned his head and grinned at me as we walked out of the dressing room together.

''True, but I enjoy you screaming over me.'' I flushed bright red in response and turned away, making him laugh.

''Making my Girl embarrassed?'' Rob asked playfully, making me fee even more redder. I could tell by the way that I felt hot.

''Jeez…just a bit.'' I admitted, making him laugh again in response.

We got to the till and I paid for my clothes before walking out of the Primark doors, hand in hand still. There was still a few Girls staring at Rob; trying to work out if it was him. I kept my head down, biting down on my lower lip.

I begged silently that nobody would see him, because if they did; he would have to run for it and I didn't want to be standing here on my own, looking like an idiot. And I definitely wasn't a very fast runner to keep up with him.

''How far is it to the car?'' I asked him quietly. Tom had let us borrow his old mini car to drive here, but…the more that we walked; the more it felt like it was further than what I thought it was. And each Girl we passed-mostly young-kept glancing more than at least five times at Rob, suspiciously.

''Not that far. Round the next corner.'' He promised me, knowing that I was panicking. Because I knew that he would have to leave me here if he had to run for it; I ran too slowly whenever I had to run somewhere and I would only be holding him back.

''Well if we have to run, you might as-well speed off on your own. Because I'm really slow and I'll only hold you back.'' I warned him because it was true. He shook his head in response, vowing to stay with me.

''No chance, if I have to run; we're running together.'' He promised me, making me roll my eyes. It was like he wanted to be caught by hundreds of screaming girls. Because god, that was going to happen if he waited for me.

''Don't be stupid; if you have to run, then you have to run. They'll catch up if you wait for me.'' I warned him, only to get a shrug in response.

''Don't care.'' He replied stubbornly. I sighed and gave in, holding his hand still as we walked across the road to the first car park across the road silently. Didn't want to give them teenage Girls anymore reason to look over here and get suspicious, after all.

''HEY, ISNT THAT ROB PATTINSON?'' I groaned in response to the young voice that I heard behind us. I fucking knew that this was going to happen, god! ''IT CANT BE, HE'S HOLDING THAT GIRL'S HAND……OH MY GOD, IT IS!''

I blushed furiously as we walked faster to try and get to the car park, but I knew there was no way that we were going to get to the car in time; not if the Girl was as how close to us as she sounded like she was.

''ROB!'' A crowd of Girls shouted from behind us, but he didn't look round. I was struggling to keep up with his past pace walking besides him, as he pulled me alongside him. There was no way that I was going to be able to keep up with him for very much longer.

I looked up at him, to see that he wasn't too happy about being caught out. I could understand exactly why he felt like that. He hated being recognized, especially from the young, teenage Girls that stalked him.

They're shouts were getting closer though, and I was struggling to keep up with him. I was already at arm length with him, even though he was trying to pull me with him, as he raced down the street.

However, it all happened too soon. The crowd of Girls were right behind us and as we raced round the corner to the car park that we were parked at; the paparazzi were already there, waiting for him.

''Shit!'' Rob cursed, turning round of the car park and we headed to the main road, while I struggled to keep up. The paparazzi were following us now, as well as the young Girls, and I didn't have a clue where we were going.

''Where are we going?'' I asked Rob, running to keep up with him now. He was only lightly jogging; part running, part walking, but I had to run to catch up with him because of how fast he was walking.

''To get a taxi. We'll leave the car later until when Tom can come and pick it up.'' He replied hurriedly, making me confused.

''But that's just silly, why cant we just get into the car now. All we'd have to do is skim the paparazzi-''

''Because I don't want you being caught with me.'' He admitted.

''But, why? I don't mind, I mean-''

''Because they'll make your life hell, that's why!'' He shouted at me, shocking me. ''If I let you get seen by them…they'll just mess everything up. For you.'' He admitted annoyed. I followed him silently, trying to run to keep up, but also not what watching where I was going either as I panicked about what that could mean for us.

''Ow!'' I fell flat on my face; almost. Rob's arms was already there; stopping me from falling on my face but my wrist had already scraped on the wall besides me. I hissed in pain as Rob pulled me alongside with him, my hand grazed.

I followed him to a taxi helplessly; my hand sour, and he opened the taxi doors just as the paparazzi reached us.

''Shit.'' Rob cursed under his breathe, as he pulled me roughly into the taxi doors. I fell into the taxi helplessly-it didn't really help with the fact that I almost hit my face just before Rob grabbed my arm and helped me into the taxi.

However; that was when the questions started happening. I heard a few of the paparazzi's questions for myself.

''Hey, is that your new Girlfriend, Rob?''

''Isn't that the Girl who soaked you with champagne in LA, Rob?''

That question made me flush red, and my stomach churn in guilt. Yes, it was the same Girl to throw fifty pounds worth of champagne down his shirt. And yes, it was the same Girl that happened to be his Girlfriend.

God, did I deserve it? Nope, suree. So what the hell he saw in me, I had no idea. And I had another important question; where were we going to go after today, when it was clear that he didn't want to introduce me to the paparazzi as his Girlfriend?

I gulped back the insane lump that filled up my throat as he climbed into the taxi; shutting the door closed abruptly as soon as the paparazzi were out of the way. I looked away quickly; not wanting to see the emotion on his face.

''Alton Road.'' Rob stated to the taxi driver, sounding just as pissed off as I imagined he would be. I kept my eyes on the window to the grey skies, realizing suddenly that Rob had grabbed hold of my Primark bag as we had to make a run for it.

I didn't look back to him, and I didn't expect him to say anything to me. If he was thinking like I was thinking; the taxi driver could have just as easily told the paparazzi anything that he knew. And I didn't want Rob to find another reason to be pissed off.

So I kept quiet; not sure what today might mean for us. I might have just been worrying too much again, but…I couldn't see him wanting to carry on with us, not if he only wanted us to carry on in secret, like this.

We stayed in silent for the whole of the taxi drive back home, and when I got out of the taxi; I didn't look back at Rob again. I was too nervous to see his reaction towards today's disastrous outing to see his anger, right now.

''Here's your er…Primark bag.'' Rob warned me, passing me the brown bag. I took it off him silently, keeping my eyes on the stone cold gravel rather than his stone cold, grey eyes. I was too scared to catch the coldness in them.

He had already paid the taxi fair so that left that taxi to go as we walked in the house, miles apart from each other now unlike how it had been just a few hours ago. I kept silent as we walked up the garden, and walked to the front door.

He got out the house key as the gates shut behind us and sighed heavily as he roughly pulled the key into the door and turned it. ''He is so going to freak out when I tell him about his car still being at that car park.'' He admitted worriedly.

I pursed my lips and kept my gaze on the dull, grey stoning rather than on him. What could I say about today that hadn't gone wrong? I didn't really understand how today had gone so wrong in the first place.

I mean…I didn't understand what the point was of him starting us in the first place. Not, if he didn't want anybody to know. It didn't really make any sense to me; because there was no point carrying on.

It would just be having a little crush, somebody to keep a secret, not to love. If you loved someone, you usually wanted the world to know about them; despite whatever attention you would get due to that person.

I felt that with Rob, but…could he really say that he felt that with me? I wasn't too sure about that one, though I didn't think that he did feel like that with me. Not after today anyway; self conscious Charlie was back.

I walked in after Rob, keeping my eyes down as he held the door open for me. He shut the front door behind him which gave me time to hang my coat on the hanger rack on the wall and started up the stairs with my Primark bag in hand.

''Charlie, wait.'' I didn't have time to look round at Rob in surprise as I stopped walking up the stairs automatically. Because his hand was already placed over my free one; freezing altogether in shock.

I turned round in shock; my eyes automatically meeting his out of habit. His grey eyes were not as cold as they expected them to be; instead they were wide, begging me to let him explain about whatever he wanted to talk about.

I stepped down from the stairs automatically as soon as I could see how much he wanted to talk to me and he took that chance by entwining our fingers together as soon as I was off the stairs, and stood right next to him.

He looked down at the floor and ran one of his hands through the top of his messy, wild hair for a moment, before finally looking back up and forcing his eyes to find mine again. I watched him as he started to admit what he wanted to talk to me about.

''I'm sorry about today.'' He apologized. I wondered if he was apologizing for not wanting me to be recognized though or whether he was apologizing for the fact that the paparazzi were following him today.

''I still feel the same though; about the paparazzi.'' He admitted, tearing me apart. Because if we weren't to come out sooner or later then it definitely meant that he wouldn't want to know about me; I could tell.

But I kept quiet; keeping my eyes on the floor now as I allowed him to continue. I didn't keep my eyes with his because I was too scared about the rejection I was facing from him. I was sure that it wouldn't be too long for him to tell me that he didn't want to be with me anymore, or something. I expected bad news.

''I don't want them bothering you; I don't you to be apart of all that fame when I'm the one who caused it.'' He admitted; his thumb rubbing gently the back of my hand as he talked. I pursed my lips again; stopping me from crying as I replied.

''So…that's it then?'' I asked him, knowing that it was. What else could he have been saying? There was no point staying together if nobody was allowed to know. The paparazzi would find out sooner or later, so that left no room for me.

''I mean…we're over, right? You're dumping me, obviously.'' I added, spelling it out for him. His hand left mine and tried to press my face up by the bottom of my chin, but I pulled his hand away; not letting him see my face properly as I kept my stare on the floor.

He sighed heavily in response; confirming my fears, it seemed. ''Of course, I'll just dump you now. Despite how crazy I am about you, and the fact that you have these effects on me that you wouldn't believe.'' He replied sarcastically.

I was about to say something…anything clever when I heard a door open from downstairs. Rob pulled away quickly from me, turning to make it look as though he was putting his jacket on the hanger rack on the wall.

I stood there, watching him as he did and trying to get my breathe back after that honest confession from him. Rob watched me back, not seeming to even care if Tom noticed; even though he was standing just inches away from us.

From the look he was giving me, he couldn't be making it any more obvious. Did that mean that…he just wanted everyone else to know exactly? I was getting a little confused now; giving me that brooding, that urgent look that he was.

I shivered and forced myself to look away, incase he just couldn't help himself. I didn't want to give it away to Tom yet, incase. It was kinda fun, keeping this a secret; definitely made it feel more exciting.

''Hey Tom.'' I greeted him friendly; tucking a strand of my hair shyly behind my ear as I looked up to him. He turned and grinned at me; his usual self, it would seem. Tom was usually grinning when he was happy.

''Hey…how was Primark?'' He asked me friendly; noticing the brown bag with a big, PRIMARK icon on the side of it, in my hand. I laughed in response and looked back at Rob who was still staring at me.

''I think you should ask Rob; he was bored by the time I had tried on all my clothes, bless him.'' I admitted, because it was true. Tom laughed in response and turned to look at Rob. I watched too as he forced his eyes from me and looked at Tom, smiling.

''She's a nightmare. I seriously never suggest you to go shopping with her.'' He played along; sounding as though he was just joking when he said it like that. It was still true though; I was a complete and utter nightmare with Primark shopping.

Tom laughed in response and I pretended to smile shyly before walking upstairs to go and put my bag down, in my bedroom. Because this Primark bag was actually quite heavy; with all of my stuff in here.

''I'll be back in a sec.'' I heard Rob say quietly. ''Charlie.'' He called as he ran up the stairs. I ignored him and walked into my bedroom, because I so badly needed to put this bag down; it was far too heavy.

I put it down by the side of my bed and turned around to see Rob racing into my bedroom. I watched him in shock as he slammed the door behind him, and raced up to me, seeming to be on a mission.

My back hit the wall behind me in shock as his urgent, hard lips found mine. Shock soon turned to response though; and I was kissing him back just as urgently as he was kissing me within small moments.

I pressed my arms around his neck, lacing them in the back of his hair as he pressed his own hands to my hips and pressed me more securely against him. I didn't complain; not with the warmth of his body radiating onto me nicely.

It was impossible to say no to him, especially when he acted like this. He drove me crazy when he was like this, kissing me like this, his body pressed so close to mine. I could never say no to this, wrong or right.

I laced my fingers more gently through his long hair; gently stranding the strands of hair within my grip and tugging gently as our kiss continued. Our mouths were both on fire; pressing against each other's as we fought for control of each, urgent kiss.

His mouth pressed more gently to mine after a short while, keeping up a slow rhythm as this kiss went on. It was slower now; gentle and slow. Our mouths molded together with each soft kiss; our heavy breathes the only noise in this room.

Eventually though, he allowed himself to pull away to give us both time to catch our breathes. I stared at him in shock-not really expecting that kiss-only to get a dazzlingly, beautiful smile back in response.

''Did I mention that I had wanted to do that all day?'' He asked me playfully. I giggled in response, before forcing myself to stop and try to be serious. I still felt like…well like I wanted answers of some kind.

But I had forgotten what questions I needed answering because…well, that kiss had totally blown me off balance.

''Nope.'' I replied, grinning at him. And then I remembered the questions that I wanted answering. ''Ah yes, that was what I wanted to remind you. You didn't tell me the things that you liked about me when we were shopping, like you promised.''

I knew there had been something and that was definitely it! He chuckled in response to my confession.

''Okay…well how about…I promise you that I'll tell you tonight, whilst we're at the club?'' He asked me.

''Deal.'' I agreed.

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