Hello lovelies! I still haven't abandoned it! LOL I had so much fun writing the beginning of this chapter. haha I can't wait for those of you still reading this to read what I have in store for these two. OH and I realize there was a huge mistake in the last chapter. An entire sentence was missing on one part and I have no idea of how that happened. Sorry for the dumbass moment.

Anyway, I'm starting on chapter 35 as soon as I post this.

I hope you enjoy!

Christy's P.O.V.

I crawled onto my bed with a can of Diet Dr. Pepper and sat cross-legged in front of my laptop.

"Okay, I'm back. Obviously," I laughed as I leaned back against my pillows and watched Rob on my computer screen. He was lying on his bed in his hotel room on his stomach. I could see his legs curled up and swaying in the background. I popped the tab on the drink and I was raising it to my lips when suddenly-

"Seriously. This man's eyes. I can't even right now."

My eyes got wide and I choked on the small swallow I had taken. "What?" I shrieked and Rob just grinned and propped his entirely too perfect face on his hand.

"My loins are destroyed. I have lost the ability to can. Ian Somerhalder, please get in my bed now."

My mouth fell open and I stared at him in shock. Every fangirl's biggest fear had come true.

My boyfriend found my tumblr.
"How the-"

He held up a hand to stop me. "Oh shit. RPattz hand porn. My loins. Fap. Fap. Fap."

"Rob!"

"Fap." He burst into a fit of laughter shaking his head as my entire body turned red and I died inside of humiliation.

I mean it's bad enough if your boyfriend finds your blog filled with all of the shit that you should NEVER say out loud because you'll be thrown into a padded room but the fact that my boyfriend was one of the main ones I had said those things about made it infinitely worse.

I covered my face with my hands. "Oh my God. This is not happening," I said, shaking my hands.

Rob was still laughing and I mean he was laughing hard.

He cleared his throat and took a few deep breaths. "Fuck. I can't handle this man. He has ruined me for all other men. A bunch of jumbled letters. Sobs. Give me a Rob clone, please."

"I'M GOING TO HANG UP THIS CALL AND RUN AWAY. STOP IT!" I squealed, slamming my hands down onto the bed like an upset child.

He laughed even harder. "Baby, this shit is hilarious."

"No it's not, Rob. This is embarrassing! You were never supposed to see this stuff."

He wiped the corners of his eyes because apparently he had laughed hard enough to cry. "I mean, I knew that you were a fan of mine but this is pretty intense," he grinned. "And I'm a bit worried. Do I need to have a conversation with Ian Somerhalder?"

I gasped, wide eyed again. "Robert Thomas Pattinson!"

"Christy Elizabeth DuBois!" he yelled back at me with a girly version of his own voice.

I couldn't control it at that point and I finally busted out laughing. I fell back on the bed and covered my eyes with my hands again. "How the hell did you find it?" I asked through my laughter as I sat up.

He was grinning at me when I sat up. "Remember when I called the bar yesterday and talked to Antonio while you were talking to a customer?"

I gasped and put my hands on my hips. "That sneaky little shit!"

He laughed again. "You can't tell him I told you."

"How the fuck did my tumblr even pop up in that conversation?"

He shook his head. "You know how he makes his little comments," Rob laughed. "He asked if you ever just attack me out of nowhere like a jungle beast and I was like," he tilted his head and tapped his chin, pretending to think. "Why, yes she does. Then he said he wasn't shocked because of the things you said on your tumblr about me. I told him I'd give him 300 dollars to give me the link."

I stared at him like he had 4 heads.

"You PAID him for my tumblr link? What the hell, Rob?" I laughed. I was mind fucked. "I'm sure you could've gotten the link without paying him."

"No way," he shook his head. "He was determined not to. He said you'd kill him."

I laughed and shook my head. "I won't kill him but he'll get tortured for a day or so when I tell Timothy. He better be glad I'm leaving in the morning."

"Oh, it's not that bad."

I raised an eyebrow and he laughed.

"Okay maybe it is pretty bad but if it makes you feel any better it totally made my day to know how invested in me you were before we even met."

"I'm sure it does," I rolled my eyes but I was still smiling. It was childish to act like a total tit over it. It was quite amusing the more I thought of it.

"If the tables were turned I would probably have a tumblr focused on you and I'd talk about your tits, ass, and fuck me eyes." He smirked. "Oh and those lovely lips of yours."

I tilted my head as I looked at him and grinned. "Fuck me eyes?"

"Yeah. You give me these looks sometimes that make me want to pounce you like a jungle beast."

I cracked up again. "When have I ever attacked you like a jungle beast?"

"In the bathtub! And more than once, I believe."

"Oh yeah," I laughed before taking a sip of my drink. "I can't wait to get there. I miss your Mom."

He raised his eyebrows and looked at me like I was nuts. "My Mom? You haven't seen me in over a month and you miss my mother?"

I laughed and nodded. "Yep. I miss you too though."

"Nah. Not me," he said, shaking his head. "I can't compete with RPattz and his jaw porn."

I facepalmed myself. "You are STILL reading it?"

"Yep," he laughed. "Oh! Here's one from last year."

"You went that far back? Stalker," I smirked. "Although I secretly love that you're so interested. Go on."

"This is actually just a text post. You said, "I have the sads. I'm watching a live feed of the premier and I would probably give an ovary to be one of those bitches standing out there. But I'd just stare at Rob and Kristen and probably drool a bit and then they would be gone and I'd be left standing there holding my camera and mumbling about perfect jaw lines and robust bums. I think I have problems."

I had already taken a pillow and hidden my face while he was reading and once he was done I moved the pillow to see him grinning at me like he just saw his first pair of tits.

"Rob, you know I was joking right? Everyone exaggerates on there."

"Nope," he gave me a very serious look. "I'm choosing to believe that every single thing you said it completely true and that you are obsessed with me."

"I am obsessed with you. Duh," I laughed.

"Well, I mean in the fangirl way. Not the boring relationship way," he winked at me and I shook my head.

"You are horrible, Mr. Pattinson."

"Hey, I'm not the one talking about fapping to anyone's hands."

I flipped him off. "Fap to that."

"Oh, I could baby." He managed to say that in the sexiest voice possible and I swear my panties nearly went up in flames.

I cleared my throat to keep myself from actually moaning out loud because of sexual frustration and reached over to put my drink on the table next to my bed. I noticed I had a notification on my phone. "Did you text me, baby?"

"Not since earlier when I told you to get on skype."

I picked up the phone and opened my messages fully expecting to see a message from Kristen or one of my other friends. It was from a number I didn't recognize.

You've almost made it through your whole stay in NOLA. Wouldn't it be sad if you didn't make it to the airport for your reunion with the boytoy?

He must have seen the look go over my face when my heart felt like it stopped.

"What is it?" he asked his voice serious.

I opened my mouth to speak but before I could, my phone vibrated again. My heart pounded faster when I saw the message bubble pop up below the one I'd just read.

It'd be a tragic ending to a love story. You know, kinda like your parents had. Except it'd be a little better if Rob were with you but I'll take what I can get.

"Oh my God," I said as I exhaled a breath that gave no relief to the feeling of a panic attack creeping up on me. "Rob," I shook my head and ran my fingers through my hair, staring down at my phone. "I'm officially scared."

I read the texts to him and he proceeded to pretty much flip the fuck out. I had never seen him like that apart from the day he almost beat Jared's ass in my house. He was furious. That vein on his forehead that poked out whenever he had any heightened emotion looked like it was about to burst through the skin into some sort of horn.

"I'm forwarding them to Detective Michaels," I said as I shakily moved my fingers over the screen of my phone.

"Where is Alex, Christy?" Rob asked me. He was looking down at his phone doing something.

"He's probably upstairs. I'm gonna go get him." I scrambled to get off of the bed, nearly busting my ass in the process and quickly ran down the hallway of my house before running up the stairs. Alex obviously heard my feet hitting the hardwood floors and was walking out of his room with a look of concern and his tooth brush hanging out of his mouth once I got to him.

"She's texting me again," I blurted out before he even asked. I handed him the phone and he was reading the texts when my phone started ringing. He handed it back to me and I saw that it was Detective Michaels.

"Detective Michaels?"

"Christy, are you home right now?" I could hear him getting into his car and it started to set in that this shit could be really serious.

"Yes. I'm freaking out. What do I do?"

"Don't move. I'm on my way. Don't do anything."

"Yes sir," I hung up the phone and took a deep breath.

"Come on. Let's get down stairs and let me make sure all the doors are secure and shit," Alex told me, walking me towards the stairs. "Wait up though."

I stopped and waited for him while he walked back to his room and my mouth fell open when he walked out carrying a pistol. "Wow, Alex."

"What? You think your man is gonna let me walk around unarmed?"

"Good point," I said as we began walking down the stairs.

"Go back to your room and I'll look around to make sure everything is safe."

"Okay," I nodded before walking quickly through my house and back to my room.

"No! I don't give a fuck. I want her on that fucking plane in first class with Alex next to her tofuckingnight, do you hear me?"

I stopped by my bed when I hear Rob yelling and I slowly crawled back onto it. I had never heard him sound like that. When I looked at the monitor I couldn't see him anymore.

"Do you think I honestly give a shit if it costs that much? Do it. Now." I heard him make some sort of guttural growling sort of noise. "I never ask for a fucking thing and when I finally do it's like asking for someone to move me into the fucking White House."

I was just sitting there staring at the screen trying to calm down and listening to him. I was pretty sure he was talking to himself about the White House though.

"Baby?" I spoke up and I heard the sheets on the bed shuffle before I saw Rob again. That vein was still threatening to pop straight out of his head and he looked all flustered. "Please calm down."

"I can't calm down," he shook his head and suddenly had a pained expression. "I hate the thought of not being there to protect you myself."

I looked up to see Alex walking around to the other side of my bed and he crawled onto it to sit next to me. I honestly was going to miss having Alex around. We had bonded in the past few weeks he had to stay with me. He was a kick ass guy and I had just thought earlier that day that it had been so silly that Rob hired him to be with me at all times since nothing had happened. I really let myself believe it was over and somehow she'd come to her senses or stopped having her little moment of insanity.

I was wrong.

"Man, you know I got this," he said as he leaned over so that Rob could see him. "Nobody is gonna touch her."

"Thanks Alex," Rob forced a smile. The doorbell rang and I jumped like someone had just shot a gun.

"You need a xanax. I'm goin to get the door," Alex told me before getting off of my bed and walking to the door.

"Are you okay?" Rob asked and I swallowed hard. I really didn't know what to feel. So much was going through my head.

"Part of me wants to run out the door and get to London as soon as I can but the other part of me is terrified. That was a low blow, using my parents like that in that text." The thought of it made me want to throw up.

"I know," he sighed. "Your tickets are being reserved to fly out in 2 hours. I know I didn't ask you and that was probably not-"

I held my hand up to stop him. "You did the right thing. I need to get out of here."

"Christy?" I looked up to see Detective Michaels standing there with Alex.

"I know you were supposed to fly out tomorrow but is there any way that you could go sooner? You need to be on a different flight in case she knows which one you were on."

"Rob is having one booked right now that leaves out in 2 hours. I'm already packed so," I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair.

"I already packed too so we're good," Alex told me, standing there with his arms folded over his chest like he was a bouncer at a club.

Detective Michaels seemed to be in his late 30s. He was a handsome guy and had been nothing but helpful with me since all of this madness began. He was very understanding about the special circumstances behind mine and Rob's relationship as well which helped a lot.

"Alright, well one of my officers is going to take you two to the airport instead of you guys taking the SUV. We've already got specialists out there checking it because it seems to me like she wouldn't be beyond tampering with vehicles."

I was listening to him but at the same time the gravity of the situation was finally hitting me. I had always been really good at hiding it when I was upset. I had also been really good at the whole out of sight out of mind thing. Since I hadn't been getting anymore threats and things seemed to be normal again, it felt like it wasn't happening. Things were finally shaping up to be where they needed to be. Rob and I could just bounce around from place to place to make our relationship work and that'd be our only issue.

Of course, it couldn't be that easy because my life is a soap opera.

I could feel myself starting to come apart. That feeling that builds up in your chest right before you cry the ugly cry.

"Hey, we are doing everything in our power to keep you safe, Christy." I didn't even realize Detective Michaels had stepped over closer to me until he put his hand on my shoulder.

I nodded and forced a smile, unsure of if I would be able to speak without starting to cry.

Out of absolutely nowhere, I heard myself singing. For a second, I wondered if I had finally lost my mind.

"What the fuck?" I said as I looked at the Detective and Alex. They both looked just as confused.

I finally realized it was coming from my computer and I looked at the screen to see Rob staring at his phone with an expression I was positive I'd never seen him make. He looked totally lost and sad like someone had just told him his dog got run over.

"When did you record me singing?" I asked, completely confused. We sat around singing and playing music a lot but I knew he had never recorded me.

He didn't answer me. He just held the phone up to the screen and I could see what he was watching. It was a video of me sitting on the stage at my bar with my guitar singing My Boy Builds Coffins by Florence and the Machine.

He's makin one for himself

He's makin one for me too

The song began to skip and those two lines began playing over and over again.

"Oh my God," I whispered, completely horrified.

"I'm missing something here," the detective spoke up and I took a deep breath to calm myself.

"That song I'm singing there is called My Boy Builds Coffins and the video was edited to repeat when she says he's making one for himself, he's making one for me too," I explained, my voice sounding monotone. I was starting to feel like I wasn't really even in that moment. It was like I was just going numb because it was things got so insanely worse so quickly. "But the bad part is that they were in my bar watching me and we were oblivious."

"How the hell would they have gotten Rob's number though?" Alex asked.

"That's a great question, Alex," Rob responded, sounding more than agitated. "And you mean SHE. How did Amy get the number. We all know it's her. How the fuck did she even get past security?"

I needed him to be there. I was not a codependent person. I never needed anyone. Well, after losing my parents I didn't.

But I needed him and he was an ocean away. There was nothing that would bring me comfort. Everything felt wrong. The house felt wrong. The bed felt wrong. Everything was foreign and terrifying. It was too much to handle.

It hit me out of nowhere and my stomach started to churn. I wasn't one to get sick often but I knew it was coming.

I quickly got off of my bed and ran to the bathroom just before losing everything I'd eaten that day.

I was wrong. There are much worse things than a boyfriend discovering his fangirl girlfriend's tumblr.

Rob's P.O.V.

"That's a wrap!"

"Fucking finally," I whispered to myself as I practically ran off of the set. Along the way I was peeling away at the layers of clothing I was wearing. The movie was not set in present day so the costumes were a bitch and it was hot as fuck.

I hurriedly got into my trailer and checked my phone for the hundredth time that day to see if I had gotten anything from Christy. Of course, I didn't. She was on a plane right then. She was safe and sound high in the sky with a very large body guard but I still felt like I'd just set a baby deer free into a large pack of hungry lions.

I hadn't bothered changing my number after getting the text. I wasn't going to make that little cunt think I was afraid of her. I was afraid of what she might do to the woman I would gladly die for but I wasn't afraid of her in the least. I had actually text the number back and told her that I would give her whatever she wanted if she would just leave Christy the fuck alone but of course I didn't get a reply and when I called the number, it was out of service. Figures.

After finally getting out of my clothes I ran to the car and got the driver to take me straight to the hotel. I was filming about 4 hours away from London and the whole way to the hotel I found myself wishing I could be going home to wait for her. I loved doing movies and I was especially excited about the one I was filming but I just did not want anything to do with anything other than Christy at the moment which sounds unhealthy and probably is unhealthy but I don't care.

When she got those texts that night I lost it. I had been going about my days thinking that I didn't have to worry anymore and that we could laugh someday about the time I hired a bodyguard to stay with her at all times. But of course I was wrong. The terror that I felt when she read those texts to me and the look of complete fear and helplessness I saw on her face nearly ripped me apart.

I knew right then I had to get her to England. I knew Alex would keep her safe but I needed her near me. I needed to protect her myself.

When I got the message on my phone and opened the video that was attached, I think I shut down mentally. I felt like everything was spinning out of control so quickly. The fact that the cunt who was doing this to the woman I loved had the nerve to get that close to her infuriated me.

I wanted Christy next to me badly enough but when she literally ran out of view of the computer and I heard Alex and Detective Michael's fussing over her in the bathroom along with the sound of her throwing up and obviously sobbing, I literally felt like I was in pain. Like I was going through some sort of fucking withdrawals from the woman. I need help. I'm crazy.

My phone vibrated and I was holding it like it was my link to living already so I was able to see the text quickly.

Just letting you know I'm okay but it'll take a little bit longer than expected for me to get there. The plane is delayed on the runway. See you soon. I love you.

I was being an irrational twat but my first reaction was to sort of growl the word 'fuck' and slump down onto the seats. I didn't want a delay. I wanted her to be there as soon as I hopped out of the shower so we could run towards each other across the room all slow motion and movie moment-ish.

I needed sleep.

I finally arrived at the hotel and was rushed in through the back door because of course people had figured out where I was staying. That was the last thing on my mind though. I got up to the 9th floor where my room was and walked to my door practically dragging my feet and pouting like a kid who was pissed about not getting a toy he wanted at the store. Everything was pissing me off all day. I was so insanely worried about Christy. I had this irrational thought that I was never going to see her again. Those texts were haunting me just like I'm sure that bitch wanted them to. I had watched that video at least 20 times since I got it and I got more and more pissed off each time. Well, I guess it wasn't an entirely irrational thought considering the circumstances.

I unlocked my door and walked into the dark room. I'd left the blinds down so it looked like it was 10 p.m. in there instead of 4 p.m. I reached over to flick the light on but the room lit up without me reaching it yet.

And there she was. Just like she'd appeared out of thin air. I felt like the air had been punched out of me and I'm fairly sure I gasped. She was smiling but I could see the tears building up in her eyes which I'd never seen look so tired.

Without saying a word we walked towards each other and I wrapped my arms around her tiny frame, pulling her as closely to me as I could. I nuzzled my nose into her hair and inhaled deeply, instantly feeling the comfort that came along with her sweet scent. I felt her clutching my shirt as she pulled herself closer to me and her face was pressed against my chest. She shook silently as she cried and I just stood there and held her, trying my hardest not to break down and sob with her.

An hour later after we both took a shower and had a chance to calm ourselves down, we were sitting outside on the balcony which had a view of the back of the hotel which no one could see us on thankfully, and drinking some wine while eating chinese take out. I figured out early on that with this woman if you needed comfort food you should just go for chinese.

There was a couch out there and she was sitting across from me, facing me with her legs curled under herself like she did so often and was wearing one of my black v-neck shirts and a pair of my boxers. Yes, she brought her own clothes but we both preferred she wear mine.

I didn't say anything about it but I couldn't stop staring at her. She was beautiful and yes that's part of why I stared but it was also because she had changed visibly since I last saw her. She was paler, there were purple circles beneath her eyes, and she'd lost well over 5 pounds.

"Ugh. My stomach is killing me," she said as she pushed her plate of food away from herself and rubbed her stomach. She hadn't eaten very much at all.

I raised an eyebrow as I rubbed the side of my face. "Have you been eating much?"

She nodded. "I eat but my stomach usually starts hurting so I'm not eating as much as usual. I think I've stressed myself into an ulcer or something."

I stared at her like she was crazy. "You say that like it's a normal thing."

She shrugged. "I've had a few in my lifetime. It's not a big deal."

"It is to me," I told her before taking a bite of my egg roll. She gave me that look of 'shut up. I don't want to talk about it'. But I didn't give a shit.

"Could you at least go to the doctor?"

"Ew. No," she shook her head. "No way."

I sighed. "Really, Christy? How old are you again?"

"I'm gonna kick your ass, Pattinson," she pointed at me, giving me an evil look but grinning.

"Oh. I'd love to see you try," I laughed before taking a sip of my drink. "Did Alex go pass out?"

"Yeah," she laughed. "He was my pillow on the way here. We both slept a lot on the way."

"You've bonded with him haven't you?"

She nodded. "I have. He's sweet. I told him I wanted to adopt him."

I busted out laughing. No matter what was going on she still managed to make me laugh with the random things she said. "I'll talk to my lawyer about it," I winked at her and she gave me a thumbs up.

I watched her as she lit a cigarette and leaned back on the couch. She was watching me too and I'm sure it was an incredibly sexy sight since I was sitting there only wearing boxers with my beer belly hanging out and dropping random bits of food on my chest.

"We're good at comfortable silences," she said after blowing smoke out of her lips that I had been concentrating on before she spoke. "Remember that part of Pulp Fiction?"

I nodded and smiled. "Mmhm. I think you're the only person I can sit and stare at while you're staring at me and not feel like some awkward freak."

She laughed and shook her head. "You are not an awkward freak."

"Or am I but your obsession with Rpattz jaw and hand porn make you blind to it?"

I watched as her mouth fell open and she stared at me with mock shock before reaching over to slap my leg but I quickly dodged it. Once I felt it was safe to get close to her, I moved out food out of the way and took her cigarette from her. I took a puff off it before putting it out on the ashtray on the ground next to us and then reached out for her hand. She gave me one of her beautiful smiles that knocked the breath out of me before placing her hand in mine and letting me pull her towards me.

I scooted down on the couch so I could lie down and she laid her head on my chest, sighing in comfort when she did which made me much happier than it should have. I ran my fingers through her damn hair as she traced small circles on my chest.

We stayed like that for a long time. It was dark before either of us even spoke a word. At that point I felt like anything else could happen and we'd be fine. She was there with me and I would do whatever it took to protect her.

I had no idea exactly what that would entail but I was in for more than one surprise.