I heard a knock on the door as I sat on the couch that night. I had pulled out my guitar, but hadn't gotten around to playing it… I was too busy procrastinating, and I hadn't played since my Mum passed. I took a deep breath as I got up to answer the door. I held back a gasp as I saw Rob leaning against the doorframe, a bottle of champagne and two glasses in his hand.

"Hello there…" He smiled and I chuckled lightly.

"Hi…"

"I um… Brought a welcome to the tour gift…" He chuckled and lifted the bottle. I laughed and moved to let him in. He entered the room and I took a deep breath.

"Well thanks…" I said as I followed him in. He sat the bottle and glasses on the table and his eyes focused on the guitar leaning against the wall.

"Do you play?" He asked, not making eye contact.

"Um yeah… I've played since I was 11… And piano since I was 9…" He grinned at me.

"Piano?" I nodded slightly.

"Yeah, not as good as you though…" I blurted out and instantly regretted it. Was I stupid? Most definitely. Much to my surprise, he laughed.

"I'll have to be the judge of that," He smiled and I went to join him on the couch. He shifted his focus to me and I instantly felt nervous after my second of bravery. "Would you like a drink?" I nodded and he smiled as he popped the champagne bottle.

"I thought it would be a bit less nerve racking for you if we got to know each other…" He said and I stared at him, then glowered softly.

"How did you know?" I asked as he handed me a glass. "Thank you."

"I'm pretty good at figuring people out… Although I'm finding it difficult with you…" He confessed and I took a sip. The champagne was beautifully sweet, a welcome taste in my mouth.

"You can always ask…" I said and he smiled.

"Why do you enjoy Tahliah's music?" He asked, his smile retracting slightly.

"I like how fearless she is, and how she doesn't worry about what anyone else thinks…" I looked down at the glass in my hands.

"You can be too you know…" He said and I chuckled.

"I don't think I can… I'm not brave enough…" I whispered and he lifted my chin with his finger, looking me in the eyes. It was the first time he'd touched me, and I could feel my heart race and electricity running through my veins.

"You are, you just don't know it yet…" He whispered back. I took a deep breath and his smile returned. He retracted his finger and I wondered if he felt what I did, but I doubted it.

"Did you really start acting for the girls?" He laughed at my question and shook his head.

"That was part of it… But I loved the feeling of being someone else for a while; you get tired of all the screaming and crying… I don't think I'm all that attractive really…" I chuckled, not agreeing with him.

"I don't think it's all about being attractive Rob… You're very well spoken…" I told him and he smiled as he had a drink.

"Yeah well… I don't think it was all about the words I spoke as Edward…" He said, staring down into his glass, swishing the champagne round in circles. Without thinking, I reached out and put my hand on his shoulder.

"Rob… Your loyal fans will follow you, not matter what role you take on… I know a lot of people who loved Water For Elephants, and The Rover… But Cosmopolis scared a couple of people…" I admitted and he chuckled.

"I hope you're right Alex," He confessed and I smiled softly.

"I happen to always be right…" I told him and he shook his head.

"I have a feeling you're not…" He challenged.

"You're wrong…" I said, and leaned against the couch. I finished my glass and poured another.

"Hey can I ask you something?" Rob asked, his smile fading.

"Sure, what's up?"

"What happened to your Mum, I mean you said you have a step Mum…" I took a deep breath and then cleared my throat.

"Well um… When I was about 13, my Mum got diagnosed with lung cancer… She promised me and my brother that it wasn't that big of a deal, that it would go away… But um… She got so sick, she started losing her hair and couldn't work anymore…" I felt tears well up in my eyes. "I remember when Dad came home and told us that Mum had to stay in hospital for a while. It was then that I knew she wasn't going to come home again, and that scared me. I was so mad at her, mad at her for lying to us, but I was also mad at myself for not spending more time with her. It took me a while to go and visit her." Rob looked at me, a look in his eyes that apologized for asking, I continued anyway. "About a month after she was admitted, the doctors told us there was nothing they could do to help her and it was time for us to say goodbye…" My voice began to shake as I went on, and I felt Rob take my hand, reassuring me. "I-I was alone with her, and she told me it w-was her time. She took my hand a-and told me she was proud of us… And uh, that she'd always be there… N-No matter what happened… T-That's when… She left me…" Tears streamed down my face and suddenly my face was against his neck, his arms around me, his hand rubbing my back.

"Shhh… It's alright," he whispered, "She's always with you, looking over you."

"I-I need to make h-her proud…" I told him.

"You will, you already have… But don't worry, you will…" I sniffled softly and closed my eyes, breathing in his scent. I was in the place I'd always dreamed of…