Robert Pattinson, call him Rob.

I paid for the first night and waited for my key. It was snowing outside and I was glad I had found a hotel for the night. I wondered if there would be anyone crazy enough to still be out on the streets. Since I went flat on my ass in front of the hotel after I got out of the cab, I hoped everybody was safe inside their houses, maybe in front of the fireplace.
I missed the fireplace at home. If I could have taken it with me, I probably would have. But I think it would look kind of strange to the cabin crew of flight 2039882 if someone would carry a fireplace on her back. Back in Holland that morning it was sunny. It surprised me what time could do to the weather. I only thought about the fireplace and the weather, because I knew that if I started thinking about my personal life back home I would get upset.
As I got my key I walked toward the elevator and waited for the doors to open. Not really noticing the noise behind my back I got in and pushed the button for the 4th floor. As the doors closed I heard a voice who yelled for me to stop the elevator. Instinctively I put my hands between the doors that would reopen them. As they did I really didn’t pay much attention to the persons who got in as well.
I concentrated on taking of my gloves and hat. Then for the first time I locked eyes with someone I’d only dreamt of meeting. It were the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen. Their green color, they looked absolutely stunning. I was so focused on the eyes that I didn’t notice the fingers twirling in front of my own pair of eyes. As soon as I refocused my sight I looked straight into the eyes of another person I never dreamt of meeting. Although it was not as strong as with the first person.
“Are you drunk or something?” The male with the twirling fingers asked.
I wondered if he was talking to me. Since he was looking only at me, I guess he was.
“No…” I said a little bit too harsh. It didn’t spook him, it only made him laugh. My mission had failed.
I thought about refocusing my sight on the other pair of eyes in the elevator but it was too late as the doors opened on the 4th floor. I didn’t look at the annoying male, instead I looked at the beautiful green eyes. I got out of the elevator and did not look back as the doors closed and I got to my room.
Once inside I found my bed, which I fell onto. I couldn’t believe that I was staying in the same hotel as Robert Pattinson. I wasn’t planning on it. But plans formed in my mind and it looked like my trip to London got a purpose. It wasn’t going to be a big one. I was just going to ask his help. Because when I saw him there in the elevator the second thing I thought of besides his beautiful eyes were his skills. Especially his skill to play the piano. Something I’d been willing to learn for a decade.
As I got down to the main floor, I followed the note that lead me to the breakfast corner. As I got my yoghurt and donut I didn’t notice the persons in the room. I was focused on finding a free table, since it was kind of crowded. Once I found a free table and got down I finally noticed to familiar males. The name of the first I knew. But the name of Robert’s mate I’d forgotten.
I got his name soon after. He walked toward my table, took the free chair in front of me and sat down. He smiled at me with curiosity. Not knowing what to do I just mumbled something.
“Excuse me?” he said.
“Can I help you?” I said once again, this time loud enough for him to hear.
Back in my room I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I couldn’t believe what had happened. After breakfast downstairs, there was no way that I was ever coming out of my room.
I made a fool of myself. Jackson, that’s his name, was only trying to be nice. And what I did was totally not nice. At least, that was my opinion. In his opinion I was just being fair to tell him that I wasn’t hung over because I hadn’t been drunk in the first place. He laughed as I told him that. The fact that he laughed did the trick. I didn’t even finish my yoghurt as I got up and walked away. Only to be stopped by the man with the most beautiful eyes.
“He’s just fooling around” he said. I smiled at him and stuttered something before I walked off to the elevator.
And now back in my room I can never get out again. Not at risk of seeing them. I would feel so embarrassed. But a few minutes later I found out I had to get out of my room. Since I hadn’t had the chance to finish my breakfast my stomach growled. It was telling me to get out of the room and find some food.
I was glad I took my coat. It was raining when I got outside the hotel. I spotted a local diner across the street and as I heard my stomach growling once again I ran across the road and got inside.
Inside I immediately felt sorry. Besides me and the diner lady there were two other males inside. Robert and Jackson spotted me as soon as I got inside. So there was no way for me to get out.
In my imagination I slapped myself in the face and asked why I didn’t check before I went inside. The answer was obvious. It was raining, I was cold and hungry and this was the nearest place.
I ordered a hot coco and a bagel and sat down by the window. Not even trying to turn my head around because I knew that I would look right in their eyes. So I just kept staring through the window, hoping that they would leave soon.
I’d forgotten all about them actually as I felt my seating change. Since I was on a bench, I felt everything that came on and off. I didn’t have to turn my head to know who it was. I wasn’t hard to guess since nobody came in after me.
I freaked out because I saw Jackson’s eyes in front of my own, so that meant that Robert was sitting right next to me. I was trying not to breath but human as I am I couldn’t keep that up for very long.
“Shall we make a contest of it?” Jackson asked me when he saw me holding my breath.
I grinned at him but didn’t say a word. I turned my head to the right to lock eyes with Robert.
“Could you ask your friend across the table to stop whatever he’s doing?” I asked him, this time without stuttering. Robert laughed and focused on Jackson.
“Could you stop doing whatever you are doing?” Robert repeated my question to Jackson.

-xXx-
As I opened the door of the club I was invited to it didn’t take me long to find Jackson and Robert.
But by the look on their faces I figured I was late.
“Sorry I’m late guys. I was still a bit drunk from last night” I said with a sarcastic tone.
“Alright, I apologized. Let it go” Jackson said once he saw the look in my eyes.
From where I was standing it didn’t look like I was late. It looked like they were early.
While taking a sip from drink I took a good look at the faces around me.
“Well, at least now I know why you always look kind of drunk in pictures” I said, facing Robert.
Robert looked shocked.
“What is that supposed to mean?” He asked with a bit of terror in his eyes.
I switched of the light on my nightstand as I got into bed. I was doing pretty well.
Robert wasn’t happy to hear that he pretty much always looks drunk in pictures, but at least I had been honest. And eventually he appreciated it. I told Jackson that blond was a better color for him. Dark hair makes him look a bit more like a drug addict. It was my opinion and tonight I had said it out loud. Robert actually agreed with me.
“Madeline is kind of right you know… with that brown hair you kind of look like my personal brand of heroin” he had said to Jackson. It still cracked me up.
A knock on my door awakened me. Still sleepy, I got out of bed and walked to the door to open it. The light on the hallway was too bright for my eyes but was even worse for my eyes were the person in front of my room. As I said to Robert earlier that night, he really does always look drunk.
I was ready to throw the door shut in his face but something in his eyes made me let him in.
As soon as I realized that he sat himself down on my bed I walked into the bathroom. He had awakened me. So that must mean I looked like a mess. I repositioned my hair and smiled at myself in the mirror and told myself to not freak out because Robert Pattinson was in my room, on my bed.
From my point of view, Robert looked a bit depressed. And because I didn’t know what to do I just kept standing in the middle of the room. Robert stopped my ridiculous thoughts as ‘Should I sit on the bed?’ or ‘Should I say something?’ when he spoke up.
“I won’t bite” He said with a faint grin on his face as he padded with his hand on the free space right next to him.
Like I was some kind of robot, I sat myself down.
“Or maybe I would if my name was Edward Cullen” He said again.
This made me hold my breath. Should I say something or not?
“May I ask what you are doing here?” I said when I finally managed to form a sentence.