Ache

Ache
by eysies

Title: Ache
Author: eysies
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The ache in her heart was breaking and pushing deeper, yet again.
Disclaimer: don't own them. purefiction.
Warnings: only my second fic. bad grammar intact. :)

Megan fucking Fox?

Relax love. So Russell Brand?

Fuck you.

Love you too.

Her lips twisted into a smile. It was insane really, that both of them had taken up following tabloid magazines. It was their only way of catching a glimpse of each other during this torturous separation. Though it sure made it harder to stop yearning for him, seeing his worship worthy face plastered all over newsstands.

Damn. She missed him. So fucking much.

She sent a quick message back, then stuck her cell in her back pocket and sunk herself into the duvet covers of her king sized bed.

She was exhausted. After working on her vocals with Joan and Dakota, she requested to head off a bit earlier to catch up on some sleep. Joan had dropped her off at the hotel they were both staying at for a few days, and now here she was.

Her crazy bitch of a schedule and her thoughts of longing to be somewhere else have been able to provide her with about 3 hours of sleep each night. Only if she was lucky. So here was her chance finally to try to chase away the shadows she carried under her eyes.

But now that she was in bed, alone, and in utter silence, she felt it coming again. Just like it came every single night, every single morning. It just wouldn’t leave her alone.
The ache in her heart was breaking and pushing deeper, yet again.

They were almost halfway there. In just over a month, they’d finally see each other again. She knew that day would come and that she had to focus on her role now.

She remembered to lock her agony and desires away from everyone, even from him. She couldn’t let him feel the need to bear what she felt. He didn’t deserve it. So she had been trying her hardest to keep a light mood through her texts and late night calls.

But even after hearing his voice every evening, the haunting ache would dig its way out.

She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t deal with all the press much longer.

Paps always found their freaking way on her heels. They threw questions and remarks at her. Remarks that hurt. Remarks that made her miss him more. And she was fucking pissed and tired of them.

But the only thing feeding her real pain was the fact that she needed him so damn much, every minute of every day.

She needed his touch, his breath, his smile, his smell... she just needed him.

She blinked back some moisture and felt it roll down off her cheeks. She shifted to lie on her left side, dragging the corner of the duvet cover along with her so that it rested over her slim figure. Fuck, Kristen. Pull yourself together girl. You’re stronger than this. Not that she ever could listen to her own commands. Her emotions just took over every time she thought of him.

Just then she felt her back pocket vibrate. She reached her right arm back to slip her phone out.

Rob Calling.

Fuck. He always knew when to call.

She quickly sniffed and rubbed her nose before she clicked answer.

“Kris?”

“Rob,” she sighed out. It felt so good saying his name.

“What are you doing now love?”

“I’m in my bed. Wish you were here.” She pulled up the covers higher, bending her knees to engulf some of the fabric, in a way to imagine hugging him.

“Babe you okay? You sound a little chocked up.”

He knew her so friggen well it was scary. She swallowed hard.

“No, I’m fine. I’m... I’m just tired.” It was half the truth.

She brought a finger to her eye to wipe another sneaky little tear running off.

”Kristen...”

“I miss you,” she interrupted.

“I miss you too.” And she knew he did, she could hear it in his voice.

She heard a knock on the door.

Fucking housecleaning. She could swear she told them it wasn’t necessary today.

More knocking on the door. Why now?

“Ugh. Hold on. House cleaning’s at the door. Stay on.”

“Not going anywhere love.”

She reluctantly shuffled the covers off of her to the side and climbed out of the oversized bed. She knew she looked like hell right now, with her infamous mess of hair clearly intact, except shorter and a million shades darker. She quickly ran the edge of her index finger under her eyes to wipe off the wetness still there.

She kept the phone to her ear, just to hear him breathing; to keep him near her.

She reached the door. Not bothering to look through the eye hole to make sure it wasn’t some insane fan, she unlocked it.

As she opened it, she squinted her eyes from the light from the hallway which was inhumanely bright compared to her dark curtain draped room. Then she looked up, wondering why the maid hadn’t said the usual “Good afternoon Ms. Stewart.”

It took her a minute to register the taller broad stature standing before her. She took in the short tousled hair, the all too familiar eyes, nose and lips. She noticed the plaid on the body she had admired way too much up close and from afar. She saw the phone held in his hand, up next to his ear and watched as the corners of his lips turned to form her favourite half smile half smirk.

It was him. He was right there, in front of her. Rob.

Her phone slipped out of her hand as she flung herself onto him, holding him as close to her as possible.

“Kris,” he whispered out in the sweetest voice as he embraced her back.

He wrapped his arms around the curve of her waist and rested his chin on the back of her shoulder.

She grabbed folds of his shirts at his back in an attempt to grasp him even closer.

She buried her face into his chest while smearing her overflowing tears all over his t-shirt layer. She didn’t know why her tears were still running, now heavier than ever, or why she was crying at all.

She couldn’t believe it. It didn’t make sense that she was in his arms right now. It wasn’t possible.

But he was there. There with her. And that was all that mattered. Nothing could tear him apart from her.
At least not for now.

There was so much she wanted to say. So much she wanted to ask. But her thoughts were too much in a jumble to even make sense.

“I love you Rob,” she managed with her frail voice beat with emotion.

“I love you too.” He pulled his head back to place a kiss on the top of hers.

“You have no idea how fucking much.”

And that was all she needed to hear.