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Ready and Waiting to Fall by FumansGrl






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Author's Chapter Notes:

This is my first Robert Pattinson fan fiction.  I hope you guys enjoy.  :D

Disclaimer:  I do not know Robert Pattinson, or anyone associated with him.  I do however, know Millie - because well, she's my own creation. 


Chapter 1

March 2007 – London, England – 4 p.m.

 

I was glancing back and forth between my sketchbook and the Houses of Parliament that stretched in front of me.  Black ink flowed easily from my pen as I sketched a detail of the windows in the building.  I really loved this building and was very content to stand in this spot, on this busy street, taking it all in.

The street that the Houses of Parliament was located on was busy with cars and pedestrians, but I was able to find a decent vantage point, leaning against a building across the street to sketch it, and tune it all out.  Most people were ignoring me, but I could feel the eyes of a few questioning what I was doing.

I must have been there for a while because I saw a man who had already walked by, pass me again.  The first time he had gone by I had looked over my sketchbook and watched him.  He was tall and his dark hair just long enough to creep over his ears.  He was definitely a hot one.  I was staring again.

He must have felt my eyes on him because he turned to look.  I looked back down at my sketchbook quickly, and then he was next to me. 

“That’s very good.”  He sounded nervous as he looked down at my sketchbook.  His accent blended in with all of the other voices around us.

“Thanks,” I said smiling at him in return.  I could tell he was a little surprised at the sound of my American accent.

“Are you an artist?”

“Mmm …” I had to think about it for a second, “Yes and no.  I’m an architecture student.”  I looked back down at my sketchbook to find the spot I was working again, and back up at the building quickly.  I began darkening some areas of the sketch for shadows. 

He watched.

“Why’d you pick the Parliament?”  He sounded like he realized I wasn’t going to bite.

“I guess I like the perpendicular lines of it,” I shrugged, looking up into his blue-gray eyes.  Beautiful.  I’d like to sketch him, I though to myself. 

“Well it’s lovely.”  The man nodded toward my drawing again.

“Do you want it?”  I was just about finished with this sketch.

“Oh, no – that’s all right.”  He kind of waved my gesture off.

“You can have it,” I insisted, grinning up at him.  He had to be at least half a foot taller than me.  “I have others.  I’ll even sign it for you, because I’m going to be a famous architect one day.”  I surprised myself with that confidence that had just come out of my mouth.  I brushed my hair out of my face when a breeze came around the corner.

“A famous architect, huh?”  His eyes lit up teasingly as he said the word famous.  I nodded in the positive, and he laughed.  “I’m Rob … Pattinson.”  It sounded like he added his last name as an afterthought. 

“Millie,” I said in response, “Reinhardt.”  In the corner of the page, I wrote:

To Rob,

With Love,

Millie

I ripped the page out of the spiral bound sketchbook, careful not to tear it anymore than necessary, and handed it to Rob.

“Well thanks Millie.”  Rob looked at the sketch again, and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.  He must have enjoyed seeing ‘love’ written there – I could only assume.

“You’re welcome,” I responded as I capped the pen.  I closed my sketchbook and stuck the pen down the middle of the spiral binding, before shoving it into my bag.  We looked at each other for a moment and then his eyes drifted off in another direction.  I noticed how he seemed a little unsure of himself, and I wasn’t sure why – especially because he was the one who had initiated this conversation.

“So what brings you to London?” Rob asked.

“Actually, I’m studying in Rome for the semester, but I escaped up here for the weekend,” I answered, brushing my hair back again.  “I can’t tell you how nice it is to hear English coming from all directions.” 

He laughed.

“So what’s good to eat around here?”  I asked as I tugged my ever-present hair tie off of my wrist so I could pull my hair back and keep it out of my eyes.  It was nearing dinner time, and I was kind of hoping he’d join me.  I was enjoying talking with him.

“There’s a great pub a few miles from here, we can hop on the tube and head over there,” Rob started and then added on quickly, “Its okay if you say no.”

“No, no … I want to,” I answered.

“Fantastic.”  Rob had a great smile and his eyes lit up as he did.  “Shall we?”  He held out his left hand and gestured for me to start walking. 

“Yeah,” I nodded.  “I’m not pulling you away from anything am I?”

“Nah,” he shook his head.  Rob carefully folded the drawing and stuck it inside his jacket pocket.  “I was just going to hide out in my apartment tonight.”

“Glad I could help you out there.”  I teased.  He shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Did you come to London by yourself?”

“Nah, I’m here with three of the guys I go to school with, but I ditched them for the day,” I answered.  “I live with them too, so I’m about to go bonkers if I see them anymore.  Plus they are going to the Dave Matthews Band concert in Manchester, and I just didn’t care to go to that.”  I was starting to ramble.

“That must be interesting,” he said.  I followed him down the stairs to the subway.

 “Oh, it is.”  I smiled to myself.

“Do you need a ticket?”  He stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked at me.

“I got a three-day thing.”  I reached into my pocket and pulled out the pass I had bought at the airport.  I followed him through the busy underground, and we were both quiet as we waited for the next train to pull up.  It was a comfortable silence and neither of us seemed bothered by it.

When we stepped onto the train, I dug through my bag so I could find my cell phone.  I had to text one of the guys to let them know I was doing okay.  I sent James a text quickly, explaining to Rob what I was doing, which he got a kick out of, and then put my phone away so I could focus on the man standing by me.

He had a hold of the metal bar that ran parallel, and was leaning his head against his arm.  Rob looked like a model standing there like that.  I leaned into the poll I was holding onto, bracing myself as the train slowed to a jerky stop.

“Now we’ve established that I’m a student, what do you do?” 

“I’m an actor-musician,” he answered moving out of the way so people could get on and off.  Rob stepped closer to me as the train lurched forward causing him to bump into me.  “Sorry.”

“That’s okay.”  He smelled good.  “That must be hard to get into both.”

“Eh, it’s not too bad,” he shrugged.  “The next stop is ours.”

The train slowed again, and I planted my feet to keep from falling forward.  When the doors opened, Rob and I headed off of the train.  He walked behind me, but close enough that I swore I could feel his breathe on my head.  After we got out of the crowd a bit, I asked him what kind of work he’d done, if any, in his chosen professions.

“I’ve done a couple of movies and some stage stuff.”

“Really?”  I was surprised.  “What movies have you done?”

“Um … some small independent stuff and … Harry Potter.”  The way he said ‘Harry Potter’ it sounded like he was questioning that he’d done it.  I guess he didn’t like to advertise that to the world.

“Impressive,” I nodded.  “I know absolutely nothing about Harry Potter except that it’s very popular.”

“Really?”  It was his turn to sound surprised as we headed back up to the street level.

“I just never had any desire to read or watch it so I didn’t, and now it’s become this ‘avoid it at all costs’ thing because it drives my best friend nuts that I’ll have nothing to do with it.”

Rob seemed to get a kick out of that comment, and his laugh made me laugh too.

“That seems like more effort than it’s worth.”

 “Not too much,” I shrugged with a smile.  “So what character did you play?”

“Cedric Diggory.”

“So can I tell her I met the Cedric Diggory?  She might be impressed.”  He shook his head at that comment, and his hair fell into his eyes.  I wanted to reach up and brush it out of his eyes for him.

We arrived at a small pub a few minutes later, and found a place to sit in a back corner.  The place was not too crowded yet, but it was still early, especially for a Saturday night.  I threw my bag over the back of the chair and sat down.  Rob sat down across from me.

It took a few minutes for a waiter to come and take our drink orders.  Rob asked him to bring a couple of menus over as well.  When our drinks had come and we had ordered our food, we fell back into our conversation from before and I asked him about his music. 

He talked about that awhile and then asked me why I had picked architecture to be my profession.  I really liked that he seemed genuinely interested in everything I said unlike other guys I had known, and I was truly interested in what he had to say as well.

We spent a few hours at the pub just getting to know each other, and I was starting to wish that I was going to be in London longer than the following morning.  It didn’t seem like either of us wanted the night to end, so to prolong the inevitable I requested that he walk me back to the Houses of Parliament so I could see it at night.  He obliged my request.

“Beautiful.”  I sighed leaning forward against the railing that separated the sidewalk from the Thames River below.  We were standing on the opposite side of the river, the lights from the Parliament reflected off of the calm water. 

Rob mocked my position and stood close enough so our arms were touched.

The city was really quiet for a Saturday night, except for a few cars passing and voices of other pedestrians once in a while.  We were both enjoying the silence between us.  It was nice not to have to talk every second to fill it.  The guys I lived with felt the need to pass every minute talking or laughing it up about Lord knows what.

This was a nice quality that Rob seemed to possess, and there were a lot of things about his personality, which I had noticed this night, that I liked about him.

I reached into my bag and pulled out my camera so I could take a couple of pictures of the building and the city at night, and I couldn’t resist turning toward Rob, and snapping a picture of him.

He had his chin propped up on his hands and was looking across the river.  When the flash went off, he turned his head and quirked an eyebrow; I took another picture.  That was a cute look.

Smiling, I shrugged.

“Give it here.”  He stood up straight and held out his hand, wiggling his fingers so I would give him my camera.

“Why?”  It was my turn to raise an eyebrow.

“If this is your favorite building, you should have a picture with it,” Rob stated simply.  He still held his hand out, so I reluctantly handed him my camera, and he stepped away from the rail so that he could take a good picture of me and the Houses of Parliament.

I leaned back against the rail and he took a couple of pictures.

“Thanks,” I said as he handed my camera back to me.  I felt a little bold, so I grabbed the sleeve of his jacket and pulled him back next to me.  He was startled by the quick action and I giggled.  “We have to take a picture together now.”

“Oh – okay.”

Rob put his arm lightly around my waist, his hand coming to rest on my side.  I was a little surprised by the gesture, but I liked it so I wasn’t going to complain.  He leaned in close while I held out my camera to take the picture.  I took a few shots just to be sure.

When I had finished, we looked through the pictures.  He kept his arm around me.

“Looks good,” I said looking over at him and yawning.  “Sorry.”  I smiled sheepishly, embarrassed. 

“Am I that boring?”  He asked with a quiet laugh pulling away from my side.

“No,” I shook my head adamantly to get my point across.  “It’s kind of been a long day, and I have to leave the hotel early so I can be at the airport early enough to go back to Rome.”

“Let me walk you back to where you’re staying.”  Rob stated.

“Sure.”  I dug through my bag again to find the map that I had circled the street my hotel was on.  I pulled it out and opened it and folded it again so the street was on top.  “It is … here.”  I held up the map and pointed to my pen mark.

“By Leicester Square,” he noted.  “Should we walk? It’s not too far.”

“That’s fine,” I answered.  We walked along quietly and before I knew it we were at the hotel I was staying at.  “Thanks for walking me back and for dinner that was really nice of you.” 

I didn’t want to say goodbye.

“No problem.”

“Here.”  I pulled out my sketchbook and pen, and opening it to the back I wrote down my phone number and e-mail address.  “Write your stuff down.”

“Really?”

“Don’t sound so shocked Rob,” I teased and passed my sketchbook and pen to him.  “You’re a great guy and I’d like to stay in touch.” 

I watched as he wrote down his phone number and e-mail address too, and when he handed the book back to me, I ripped the page out and in half to give him the part that I’d written my contact information on.  I stuck his half back into the sketchbook and put it back in my bag.

“Well I better get inside,” I stated reluctantly.

“Tonight was fun.”

“It was,” I agreed with a smile on my face.  “Have a good night.”

“You too.”

“Don’t hesitate to call or e-mail me.”

“I won’t.”  Rob smiled as I started to back up toward the door.

“Night.”

“Night.”

I turned to pull on the handle and with one last glance and a smile I headed inside hoping that I would hear from him soon.  I made my way upstairs to the room I was staying in remembering every detail from the evening I had spent with him. 

My dreams that night were filled with Rob.

 

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