CPOV continued...

I close the door behind me, numbness having completely taken over my body. As I slowly walked into the living room, small reminders were dotted around the flat. Rob's coffee cup sat empty on the kitchen table next to the flowers he had bought me last night. His grey long sleeved top was draped over the back of the sofa. It was one of my favourite tops. It looked amazing on him. I sit down, pulling the top into my chest, inhaling his scent. Small, sharp breaths begin to escape from me and the numbness is replaced by a dull ache. Slowly the ache gets stronger until I finally give in and surrender to the pain. He was gone. Right now I wanted to curl up and disappear into my thoughts of him. I walk mindlessly to the bedroom, his grey top still in my hands. I notice how quite everything around me was. I couldn't hear the usual constant flow of traffic or the voices of anyone outside. The flat was still and the silence just made everything worse. I crawl up the bed and consider going back to sleep though I knew that sleep would not take me. I stretch out my arms, taking up as much space as possible when my fingers touch lightly on something on his pillow. I take the envelope in my hands and hesitate opening it. Was I really ready to read whatever words he had to say? More importantly, could I handle it right now? I honestly didn't think I could so I placed the envelope on the bedside table and head into the bathroom. I figured a shower might help...at the very least it would create some noise. As the water cascaded over my face I couldn't tell whether I was crying or not. Even if I was, the constant flow of water would have washed them away. I only realised how bad I was, was when my body began to shake uncontrollably. The water was still hot.

I don't know how long I was in the shower for but I eventually got out when the water did finally start to run cold. With a towel wrapped around me I headed to the living room to get my phone. Looking at the screen I saw that I had one text message and one voice mail. I open the text message first, and my initial feeling of hope was quickly dashed away when I saw it was from Jack. What the hell did he want?

So you're dating Robert Pattinson? Really Charlie, I knew you were stupid but this tops it! I hope that he fucks you up like you did to me bitch!

I just stare at the screen in shock, unsure how else to react to that. I delete the message not wanting to read it again and turn my attention to the voice mail. What if it was from Jack too? Hesitantly I dial the voice mail in box and I hear Rob's sweet voice.

"Oh um...hi. I didn't think I would get your voice mail but hey. I'm here safe. The flight was pretty uneventful apart from Kellan freaking out when we hit a bit of turbulence". He laughed lightly and I could picture the way his eyes sparkled when he laughed. "So we're just about to head out for lunch. I'm sure there will be some sort of pre-filming prep talk amongst all the boring details. I saw my schedule and lord knows when I'll be allowed to sleep. Now I bet your still in the flat alone! Now get your sexy butt off that bed and go out! I'm serious Charlie, go out and have some fun! Anyway, I'll call you later. I miss you and I love you!" the line goes dead and I lost count of how many times I replayed the message. My heart twinged that little bit more every time I head it. Rob was right though, I had to get out of this flat. The silence was slowly driving me insane. I dialled Jazz's number, hoping that he might need me to work.

"Oh hey Hun! You okay?" his voice was filled with sympathy.

"Yeah I'm fine Jazz. I don't suppose you need me to work tonight?" Any excuse to get out of here.

"I'm sorry Charlie, honestly I'm over staffed. And well...I thought that you might need a few extra days off". His voice was hesitant as he spoke.

"Jazz, why do you think I need a few days off?" I asked curiously though obviously I knew the answer.

"Well, it's just that...with Rob...I just thought". I was glad he didn't say the words I know he was trying to say.

"That's the last thing I need right now actually" I said quietly.

"Yeah Rob said that too" he said thoughtfully. My heart jumped at the mention of his name and I really began to think about how I would handle hearing his name more and more. Not well probably.

"What? When did you speak to Rob?"

"Earlier, just before he boarded. I said that I would give you a few days off but he protested and said that was the last thing that you needed. He then insisted that I had to keep you as distracted as I could manage. That boy really loves you, you know!"

"Yeah I know though I'm not sure why?" I say, the self pitying really kicking in now.

"Now you can just stop right there missy! Get dressed and get your pretty little behind down here! I have a double vodka with your name on it! You've got half an hour before I come and drag you out personally!" he hung up and I thanked him silently for not giving me the option. Because I would have dug my heels in and protested!

A little after half an hour later I was sat at the bar with a double vodka in my hands. My hair was a mess and I had no idea what clothes I threw on in my haste to leave, but I really didn't care. My plan had been to be one of those people who sit at the bar the whole night, drowning their sorrows but there was no chance of Jazz letting me do that. Once again I had been roped into doing open mic, much to my protest, but after a number of vodka's followed by some blue shots I actually began to enjoy it. My head would spin and somehow I would make my way home to my empty bed.

That was how I spent the next three weeks. I practically lived at the bar, working most nights even though I was only meant to work four days out of seven. Rob had called me whenever he got the chance which wasn't as often as I would have liked. It had been six days since the last time I spoke to him and I could barely function. Dropping yet another glass behind the bar only proved this.

"Jesus Charlie! You drop anymore and you'll put me out of business. I'll have to start serving drinks in the flower pots!" he joked.

"Sorry Jazz, I don't know what's wrong with me tonight" I say numbly shaking my head. It wasn't just tonight though. Jazz had put up with me for the last two days whilst I broke anything and everything I touched. I must have smashed at least thirty glasses, four ash trays, two jugs and somewhere along the line, the glass washer packed up as soon as I used it. It seemed like bad luck was following me around this week. We both knew that Rob was the cause for my absent mindedness but neither of us mentioned it. It was an unwritten rule that even the other bar staff knew to follow.

Open mic night was oddly becoming one of my favourite night of the week. It was always manic and I barely had time to think about being alone. Tonight, on the other hand was dead. The bar was being propped up by three of our regulars who drank the same drinks every time they came in here. I was focusing all my attention on a sticky mark on the mirror behind the bar when my phone rang. I put the dish cloth down, temporarily giving up on getting it clean to answer my phone.

"Charlie!" Rob sang. His voice did crazy things to my body.

"Hello you! How's filming going?" I ask happy to finally hear his voice and not his answer phone.

"Yeah, it's going great. It's been mad though! That's why I haven't been able to call. But the boss has let us take the evening off!" he laughed. I missed the way it sounded.

"Are the others there with you?"

"Yeah they're all here...wait...kellan what the fuck...give me my phone back you dick!" I could hear Rob's voice shout in the back ground. After some scuffling I hear Kellan.

"CHARLIE!" he shouted so loudly I had to laugh.

"Kellan! How are you?" I laugh.

"Not so good" he said sadly.

"Aw why? what's going on?" I say worriedly. With all seriousness in his voice he replied.

"Well, you see we have this guy here and he's really sad Charlie! I mean really sad...but he used to be lots of fun and now all he does is sit around moping about some crazy chick back in the UK" I listened as Kellan's sarcasm proceeded.

"And to be quite honest he's really getting on my nerves! All this 'woe is me' shit! Charlie, please sort him out!"

"I'll try" I laugh softly. I hear the phone get passed back to Rob.

"Ignore everything he just told you! He's just being a dick!"

"So you're not missing me then?" I joke.

"maybe a little" he says followed by loud laughter from the guys.

"Yeah okay a lot!" he finally admitted. I laugh with him when my eyes drift to the door that had just opened. I stop laughing abruptly when I see Jack stumble through the door towards the bar. He stands in front of me, watching as my face drained all of its colour.

"Charlie? You still there?" I hear Rob ask though it didn't register.

"Charlie?"

"Yeah sorry. I'm here." I say my eyes fixed on Jack. He was smiling slyly and reeked of alcohol.

"You okay my love?"

"Yeah um Rob, I need to go. The bar is just about to get busy. Can you call me later? Don't worry if it's late" I say as my eyes search for Jazz. I had a feeling I would be needing him.

"Sure thing. I'll ring you later" he said sounding slightly disappointed.

"I love you" I say loud enough for Jack to hear.

"I love you too!" he replied and I heard a chorus of 'I love you's from behind him.

I hung up the phone and faced Jack. His dark eyes bore into mine and I knew that he was here to cause trouble.

"Jazz!"

RPOV

I slumped back into the arm chair next to Jackson and sigh deeply. I had been hoping to spend longer than two minutes taking to Charlie, but she did sound distracted so with a cold beer in my hand, i sat stubbornly waiting for her to ring back. I stare at the phone as it almost teases me with it's lack of action. I feel a cushion hit me from the side and I turn to see Jackson smiling. I try to smile back but can hardly return the expression.

"Common mate. You told Charlie to go out and have fun so I think you need to lead by example on this one! We have a night off. Let's go out or something. Time like this is precious man!"Jackson said, his voice upbeat.

I sigh deeply and open my mouth ready to protest just as Kristen grabs my hand. She attempts to pull me up put of my chair but her small frame was not strong enough.

"Kellan, a hand?" she asked across the room.

"Look, I'm don't really feel up for anything" I say, trying to fight my corner but from the look of dissatisfaction on Kristen's face I knew I wasn't convincing anyone. Kellan put his beer down on the table next to him before heading towards me.

"Kellan I don't-" I begin.

"Rob, don't be difficult okay"

"I'm not being difficult Kel. You can't make me come out!" I was being childish and I knew it but I didn't care.

"Yeah?" he said glancing quickly at Jackson. "Watch me!" Before I knew it I had Jackson pulling me up as Kellan threw me into a fireman's lift over his shoulder. Shit he was strong!

"Kellan, I swear I am going to kick your arse!" I say trying to struggle but without success. Between Kellan and Jackson, they made sure that I was going nowhere. Still over Kellan's shoulder I am forced out the door and into the elevator. Only then am I put onto my feet.

"This is called kidnapping you know?" I say bitterly though I knew that this was probable what I needed right now.

"It's barely kidnapping! Think of it more as an intervention!" Kristen said smiling like the cat that has got the cream.

"Fine, but don't expect me to enjoy this. I'm here purely to shut you guys up! Got it!"

"Got it!" Kellan, Jackson and Kristen all said in unison. They burst into a fit of laughter and I couldn't help but laugh too. I was being a complete jackass!

Three hours, nine beers and six shots of tequila later and I was well and truly fucked. I had Kellan and Jackson on either side of me and Kristen followed behind as we stumbled back up the stairs towards our rooms. The walls felt like they were moving in close and then quickly being forced away again. This weird sensation had my head in a spin and my stomach doing summersaults. I tripped over my own feet which for some reason had me giggling like a girl.

"I told you guys I wouldn't have fun!" I slurred as Kristen searched my pockets.

"Well you dancing on the table says otherwise!" she laughed back as she opened the door.

"you lie!" I said pointing my finger at her.

"Come on, let's get you to bed!" Kellan laughed.

"I love you Kel, but I don't think I'm ready for us to share a bed just yet!" I say pushing him away.

"Dream on lover boy!" Kellan replied as he helped me though the room to the bedroom. Somewhere along the way I had lost one of my shoes.

"I got him" I heard Kristen say.

"you're sure?" Jackson asked from behind.

"Yeah, see you guys tomorrow".

Kristen guided me towards the bed making sure I didn't fall on the floor. I felt her pull my top over my head before my mind went blank. Before I knew it, it was morning and my head was banging. I rub my temples, hoping to ease the throbbing sound bouncing around my head but it didn't seem to work any. I roll over to see Kristen lying next to me. My mind went into panic mode as I tried desperately to remember what had happened last night. I couldn't remember a thing.

I searched the pockets of my jeans that were on the floor for my phone. Looking at the screen I see that Charlie had tried to call me. Three times, in fact. She had clearly given up after the third try and left me a voice mail. I dial my inbox quickly to hear her voice.

Hey. I'm guessing you guys went out. Um...crap. I was really hoping to speak to you. I've had a pretty shit night.

Her voice was tried and sad and inside I was kicking myself for not hearing my phone.

So...um...I'm going to try and get some sleep. Jazz asked me to work in the morning...the bar is um...well it is a bit of a mess. I'll explain later. I guess I'll try and call you tomorrow. Bye.

I hear her sigh softly before the line went dead. I feel Kristen stir next to me and she smiles as I look at her.

"Good morning!" she smiles.

I swallow deeply and turn away from her. What the fuck happened?