CPOV

"What are you talking about mum?" I asked her laughing.

"Charlie, I'm not joking. There is two photos' of you and this guy. In one you're cuddling him and the other you're dancing outside. Where has that gone? I knew I put it down here somewhere." she said and I could hear her rummaging through lots of paper. All mum had to say was about the dancing outside and I knew that she wasn't lying. She had no reason to. My heart honestly felt like someone had stuck a knife it and was twisting it cruelly.

"Robert Pattinson, mum" I say, his name causing me to physically wince in pain.

"Yeah, that's right. So he's famous then?" she asked now sound more curious. I, in the meantime was breaking down.

"Yeah, he's um...he's an actor". My voice was beginning to break and I knew that my mum would have noticed.

"Charlie, what's wrong? And don't say nothing!" she accused. I knew that those would have been my exact words.

"Mum, I've got to go. I...um...I think I've left the bath running. Can I call you later?" I say my voice now shaking with tears that were threatening to fall.

"Yeah, but I want to know everything okay?" she replied. She was worried.

"Yeah okay. Bye mum". I hang up, my hands shaking.

I threw my long coat over myself and slipped on my flip flops before running out of the door. this had to be some kind of sick joke. Why would I be in the newspapers? It didn't make any sense. I ran into the news agents, ignoring the curses coming from the woman I banged into, and went to pick up the first paper I saw. I knew Rob would have gone to the supermarket and was thankful that I wasn't going to bump into him yet. I couldn't hold myself responsible for what I would do if I saw him.

A gasp whooshes from my body as I see that my mum was right. Wanting to be back at home before I had a complete melt down, I threw what change I had in my pocket and ran out the door. A few minutes later, I was sat back in my kitchen, slowly reading the article over and over again.

What hurt the most wasn't the fact that our private encounters were now being seen by thousands €of people; though that did hurt enough. It was that the little voice inside my head that told me 'it was bound to happen sooner or later'. The gossip that I tried to ignore was now right in front of me. what me and Rob has was insignificant. Rob and Kris on the other hand had sparked rumours before they had even started filming. And I didn't miss the fact that Rob was going to be leaving me in just three days time. Tears were falling freely now and I was too numb to bother about brushing them away. My phone rang again and I was relieved to see that it wasn't Rob trying to feed me some excuse. It was Jazz.

"Hello", I say, not bothering to hide the fact that my world was slowly falling apart.

"Charlie...have you seen...um...well it's just-" his voice was wary as he spoke.

"yes Jazz. I have seen it", I say emotionlessly.

"Oh sweetie. Now before your mind runs wild, remember you can't believe everything you read". He was trying.

"Did you believe it?" he paused a long time before answering.

"I don't know Rob well enough to make a fair judgement, Charlie" he was just making excuses so he wouldn't have to tell me what he really thought. I know him well enough to know that he would have believed it too.

"He told me he loved me, Jazz" I whimper, unable to hold it in anymore. The pain in my chest was getting worse.

"Have you spoken to him yet?" he asked, his voice full of sympathy.

"No" I admitted, my eyes stinging from the tears that hung there.

"Well I think you should wait until you speak to him until you make up your mind. I know I've only met him a couple of times, but if he said he was in love with you...well I believe that. Anyone who see's the way he looks at you can see that". The sobs that built up finally came out.

"Why...why am I being so stupid? I've known him what? A month! And already I've totally fallen him. I'm such an idiot. Um, Jazz...I...uh, I need to go and sort my head out".

"Charlie, you know I love but don't go and do something stupid. I know what you're like. Talk to him before you make any decision okay?" I knew he was right. The only way was going to find out the truth was to talk to Rob.

"Okay. Th-thank you" I stutter.

"And Charlie?" Jazz sighed also.

"Yeah?"

"Take as much time as you need". The phone went dead and I stared at the screen for a long time before a message came through. It was Hannah asking if I was really dating the Robert Pattinson. The phone beeped again. And again. I turn my phone off not wanting to hear that I was headline news anymore.

An image of Rob and Kris together flooded my head before I could stop it. I had never met Kristen so my interpretation of her was from what I had seen in other magazines. She was beautiful and next to Rob, they looked like the perfect match. My mind betrays my heart as the image begins to move. Robs hands were all over her small body. They were completely infatuated with each other. In one small moment my heart broke all over again. He smiled that crooked smile I loved at her. It was my smile.

My body reacts violently to my mind and my chest burns as if someone had thrown a match down my throat. I find it hard to breath. My breaths come out short and sharp, making my head spin and I was on the verge of hyperventilating. I bring my arms to my chest in the hope that the dull pain would ease. It doesn't. I lay my head on the hard table and close my eyes, hoping that this was just some horrible dream that I would wake from any minute. Hearing the door shut, I realised that this could very quickly turn into a nightmare.

CPOV

"Charlie?" I heard him say my name softly.

It takes all of my strength to turn around and even look at him. I hold up the newspaper for him to see, though from the look on his face, he had already seen it. My eyes are sore from the countless tears I had cried. I didn't even think anyone could cry as much as I had in the last fifteen minutes. Everything had changed and yet I knew it shouldn't have. It was just a stupid article but for some reason I felt like my heart had stopped beating. Seeing Rob standing there made the pain in my chest increase by a thousand times. My face creases from the pain and I have to turn away to hold myself together, literally. My arms wrapped protectively round my chest. It was like someone had opened a cavity and was trying to pull my insides out. The pain was crippling me and there was nothing I could do to make it ease. Sobs break through my barriers that I thought would hold but were clearly too weak to withstand on look from Rob. I hear Rob begin to walk towards me but I swiftly hold up my hand to him, signalling him not to come any closer. "Don't" I barely manage to get out. It takes me a long and painful ten minutes before I was able to look at him again. The whole time, Rob waited. The look that Rob had in his eyes was heart breaking.

"Rob...I...how..." I couldn't make sense of what I was supposed to do.

"Charlie, I had no idea we were being followed, honest. If I had had any idea we were...I..well I don't really know what I would have done, but I would have stopped this from happening. Please. Talk to me Charlie", he said kneeling in front of me so he was looking up at me.

"It's going to get worse isn't it? The press, I mean?" I say in a small voice.

"Yes" Rob replied in barely a whisper.

My mouth became very dry and I felt like I was going to choke on my words before they had even came out.

"Talk to me Charlie" Rob pleaded.

"I can't" I choked out. The pain was actually getting worse. I was beginning to think that there was actually something seriously wrong with me.

"Try, for me. You're silence is driving me mad!" Rob said as he ran his hand through his hair nervously.

"When I saw the pictures, yeah I was shocked but I knew it would have happened eventually. But what they wrote in the article, I felt sick. I know I shouldn't believe what they write but-" Rob cut me off before I could continue.

"No Charlie, fucking hell! You should not believe what they write!" he practically yelled at me. I stared him, totally shocked at his outburst.

"What do you want me to say Charlie? You should know that I love you and no-one else. God we haven't even started filming yet and already you think there is something going on between me and Kris!" he had stood up half way through his rant and started pacing the room.

"No I don't think that, Rob. But someone obviously does!" I yell back. I had no idea why we were yelling. Yeah, I had been upset but it was more the shock of him not telling me he was leaving in three days. This shouldn't have turned into a full blown argument.

"What do you want me to do? I'll tell you what-" he began as he rummaged in his pockets and pulled out his phone.

"-You can call Kris and ask her yourself".

"Don't be fucking ridiculous Rob!" I shouted at I got up and headed into the bedroom.

"You're the one who's being ridiculous Charlie!"

"Well there's the door Rob, you know what to do if you don't like it! You're going to leave me in three days anyway, so why not make it sooner!" I scream at him, tears freely falling down my face again. My throat burned from shouting at him but he had plenty of opportunity to tell me he was leaving.

"God, were you even going to tell me or where you just going to leave with a quick 'it's been fun, see you later'" I yelled trying to do my best impression on Rob. Okay, I was acting like a child but I had gone from shocked, to sad to completely heart broken in a matter of minutes and my head was everywhere. The pain in my chest came back. My legs began to shake.

"If that's what you want. If you don't Charlie, you had better tell me now before I walk out that door, cause if I do, you can be sure as hell I won't be coming back" he threatened. My heart twinged violently at his words. His hands were balled up into fists and were shaking just like my legs were. He turned his head from me and the way that the light caught his face, I could have sworn I saw tears.

My feet stay rooted in their place but my heart was screaming for me to go over to him and pull him into my arms. All I had to say was that I loved him, and that I trusted him. Some how we could work this out. I was destroying what little was left and I just stood there.

"Fine" he yelled before opening the door and walking out. The door slammed shut so hard the walls shook. I stood there unable to do anything before it finally hit me. He left. My legs shaked violently and finally gave way. I hit the floor hard though the pain didn't register. Sobbing, my heart heaved so my whole body shook from the onslaught. I was left curled up in a ball trying to hold myself together, from the pain that was ripping me in to piece. It had come back with a vengeance and left me broken.