Fic: RPF: Tuck Your Shirt In (4/17).
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x_moonshine_xTitle: Tuck Your Shirt In (4/17).
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Pairing: Rupert/Emma.
Rating: Light R (eventually).
Warnings: Real person fiction, teenage naughtiness.
Word count: 1,488.
Summary: After taking Rupert shopping ready for her 18th birthday party, Emma begins to realise her interest in him isn’t purely platonic after all and has trouble getting her head around this new revelation and how to deal with it. Meanwhile, Rupert is suffering some unwanted attention from an old school friend and comes to the conclusion that Emma might very well be his saviour.
Other chapters: Here.
Tuck Your Shirt In
Chapter 4 – Rupert’s Number One Fan
‘You’re only doing it so you can get free beer, Mr. Grint; I know how your mind works.’
‘No, I’m not, honestly…’ He’d laughed then, casting her a side-long glance as he cheekily stole her last piece of chicken.
Emma smirked, her eyes alight, chiding, ‘Liar.’
That had been several hours ago and now Rupert wished he hadn’t come home at all. He’d unlocked the door not thirty minutes ago and found Sophie sat on the couch in the living room, a mug of steaming hot tea clutched in-between her hands. As far as welcome home parties went, it wasn’t what he’d expected.
He resisted the urge to turn on his heel and go out again, walking into the room instead, his suit slung over his shoulder.
The same as she always had been, Sophie Ingleby was a short girl with bobbed black hair, grey eyes, a long nose and an ability to turn up unannounced at the most inconvenient of times.
‘What are you doing here, Sophie?’ asked Rupert, standing directly in front of her and being anything but welcoming toward her. He didn’t want to deal with her right now, he couldn’t, all he wanted to do was go to bed and catch up on his sleep. That’s what holidays were for after all.
Leaning forwards in what she obviously thought was an alluring manner; Sophie smiled up at him and then moved to brush her dark hair from her eyes. ‘I thought I’d surprise you!’ she announced, words enthusiastic. ‘Are you surprised?’
Oh, he was surprised all right!
Shaking his head, he looked at her for a moment longer before heading for the staircase so that he could dump his things up in his room. She followed shortly after and abruptly settled herself on the end of his bed as he tidied up.
It was five minutes before Rupert decided to grace her with any kind of conversation and even then his words were hostile. He hung his suit up on the wardrobe door and then looked over his shoulder at her, speaking slowly, ‘Listen, I’ve had a long week, I wanted to get some sleep, now really isn’t the best time for us to-’
‘You won’t even know I’m here!’ Sophie shifted on the bed as if making room for him and placed her empty mug on the floor beside her feet. ‘I’ll keep myself occupied.’
Jesus, how dim could she be?
‘You’re not staying, Soph!’
She sighed. ‘But we haven’t seen each other for-’
Rupert walked over to the bed, cutting her short as he took hold of her hands and pulled her to standing. In a matter of seconds he’d wheeled her around and begun pushing her gently towards the stairs. ‘I’ll take you home,’ he said, a hand placed to the base of her back, silently urging her forwards.
Unfortunately as they reached the living room once more and had almost made it to the door, Sophie spotted his dad coming out of the kitchen and turned into a gibbering mad woman. ‘Nigel, hi, how are you? How’re things? Still keeping Rupert in line? It’s so wonderful to see you all again!’
Giving his dad no time to respond, Rupert pulled open the front door and shoved Sophie through it, stepping out after her. Closing it once more, he rounded on her, jaw set in determination. ‘I said I was busy this weekend – which I meant,’ he told her, repeating his words from earlier that day. ‘You can’t just turn up like this, there are… it’s not cool, OK.’
‘Oh, it’s OK, I get it!’ Sophie turned her back to him, walking towards his car. ‘Now you’re all rich and famous you can’t make time for the little people anymore.’
He started after her. ‘We weren’t even-’
‘You used to fancy me, Rupert!’
‘We were ten!’
At last, an argument he could win quite easily.
Sophie huffed and then leant against the side of his mini, waiting impatiently for him to unlock the doors. He didn’t hesitate and twenty minutes later found himself free of her, wanting nothing more than to crawl under his duvet and sleep the weekend away.
Thankfully Rupert didn’t hear from her again until mid-week. He was driving into London with his dad at the time, unsuccessfully trying to prep himself for an interview with Al Murray that evening. Thank God it was pre-recorded! It had seemed like a great idea at the time, but now it was the last thing he wanted to do. His mind had been all over the place for weeks. Sophie’s constant attention didn’t help either.
Drinks 2moro? My treat? Luv Soph xxx
He’d stared at the message for ten minutes before deleting it.
At around eleven thirty and half an hour after leaving the studios, his phone beeped again, signalling another message had come through.
This time he didn’t delete it.
Hope t show went ok. Em x
The following day and the day Sophie had attempted to arrange their date for, Rupert turned his phone off and abandoned it in his bedroom. On his way out of the house he stole James’s from the coffee table instead, and then went off to play golf for the afternoon with the twins. He didn’t get home until gone nine when he continued to ignore his phone and spent the rest of the evening playing on his Xbox 360.
Come Friday morning, he finally allowed himself to have contact with the outside world again and upon turning his phone back on found a total of six text messages from Sophie.
Did you get my txt? Drinks 2nite? Luv Soph xxx
Not interested.
Delete.
Call me if u get this. Luv Soph xxx
How about no?
Delete.
I really like u Rupert. Love Sophie xxx
Delete. Delete. Delete.
Rupert tossed the phone aside and then collapsed onto his bed. Running his hands through his hair, he stared up at with ceiling, letting out a breath he didn’t even realise he’d been holding. He was going to have to tell her straight, which was the one thing he really didn’t want to do. Why couldn’t he have just got away with it? Things would have been so much easier that way.
But naturally, Sophie couldn’t take no for an answer, nor did she understand a gentle rejection. He’d wanted to be nice about it, not hurt her feelings and now, unfortunately, he was stuck with no other option.
Reaching for his phone, he let his thumb play over the buttons for a moment, finally searching out her number and pressing call.
It rang once, twice, thrice, and then…
‘Welcome to Orange answer phone. I’m sorry but the person you have called-’
Not what Rupert had wanted to hear. He threw the phone onto the bed and headed downstairs, searching for a distraction.
In the end he wiled the afternoon away by helping Charlotte with her new Spiderwick Chronicles game. By six o’clock he was one level away from completing it and she was sat beside him, arms folded and looking outraged.
Perhaps it was time to hand the reins over and give her a go.
Just after ten, Rupert flopped back down onto his bed upstairs, wrestled his way out of his Converse and switched the TV on. He deliberately avoided ITV1 and began to flick through the channels. If he wanted to watch himself, he could do that downstairs, that’s what everyone else in the house had elected to do tonight. Unfamiliar faces danced across the screen, depressing news stories and overenthusiastic middle-aged women trying to sell ugly jewellery.
Eventually he settled on the Friday Night Project, fluffed up his pillows and watched the antics unfold in front of him.
It wasn’t until his phone beeped that he realised he’d dozed off in front of the TV and he sleepily reached over for it expecting to find yet another message from Sophie. He was pleasantly surprised when he found another name attached to the message.
U didn’t tell me about t mouse! Cu monday. Em x
Smiling to himself, Rupert rolled over so that he was lying on his front and took a moment to think up a reply. Biting on his lip thoughtfully, he let his fingertips dance over the keys, words forming slowly in his mind.
Thought u new i didn’t tell u everythin. Nite Em.
He hit send and then placed the phone out of the way on the bedside table, his gaze drifting back to the TV and the end of what he’d been watching. The smile still apparent on his face, he sank down lower into his pillows, his earlier annoyance with Sophie suddenly replaced with an enjoyable squirming sensation in the pit of his stomach.
Emma did that to him a lot recently, an awful lot. So maybe, just maybe it was about time he stopped ignoring it.
.x.
Author:
x_moonshine_xPairing: Rupert/Emma.
Rating: Light R (eventually).
Warnings: Real person fiction, teenage naughtiness.
Word count: 1,488.
Summary: After taking Rupert shopping ready for her 18th birthday party, Emma begins to realise her interest in him isn’t purely platonic after all and has trouble getting her head around this new revelation and how to deal with it. Meanwhile, Rupert is suffering some unwanted attention from an old school friend and comes to the conclusion that Emma might very well be his saviour.
Other chapters: Here.
Chapter 4 – Rupert’s Number One Fan
‘You’re only doing it so you can get free beer, Mr. Grint; I know how your mind works.’
‘No, I’m not, honestly…’ He’d laughed then, casting her a side-long glance as he cheekily stole her last piece of chicken.
Emma smirked, her eyes alight, chiding, ‘Liar.’
That had been several hours ago and now Rupert wished he hadn’t come home at all. He’d unlocked the door not thirty minutes ago and found Sophie sat on the couch in the living room, a mug of steaming hot tea clutched in-between her hands. As far as welcome home parties went, it wasn’t what he’d expected.
He resisted the urge to turn on his heel and go out again, walking into the room instead, his suit slung over his shoulder.
The same as she always had been, Sophie Ingleby was a short girl with bobbed black hair, grey eyes, a long nose and an ability to turn up unannounced at the most inconvenient of times.
‘What are you doing here, Sophie?’ asked Rupert, standing directly in front of her and being anything but welcoming toward her. He didn’t want to deal with her right now, he couldn’t, all he wanted to do was go to bed and catch up on his sleep. That’s what holidays were for after all.
Leaning forwards in what she obviously thought was an alluring manner; Sophie smiled up at him and then moved to brush her dark hair from her eyes. ‘I thought I’d surprise you!’ she announced, words enthusiastic. ‘Are you surprised?’
Oh, he was surprised all right!
Shaking his head, he looked at her for a moment longer before heading for the staircase so that he could dump his things up in his room. She followed shortly after and abruptly settled herself on the end of his bed as he tidied up.
It was five minutes before Rupert decided to grace her with any kind of conversation and even then his words were hostile. He hung his suit up on the wardrobe door and then looked over his shoulder at her, speaking slowly, ‘Listen, I’ve had a long week, I wanted to get some sleep, now really isn’t the best time for us to-’
‘You won’t even know I’m here!’ Sophie shifted on the bed as if making room for him and placed her empty mug on the floor beside her feet. ‘I’ll keep myself occupied.’
Jesus, how dim could she be?
‘You’re not staying, Soph!’
She sighed. ‘But we haven’t seen each other for-’
Rupert walked over to the bed, cutting her short as he took hold of her hands and pulled her to standing. In a matter of seconds he’d wheeled her around and begun pushing her gently towards the stairs. ‘I’ll take you home,’ he said, a hand placed to the base of her back, silently urging her forwards.
Unfortunately as they reached the living room once more and had almost made it to the door, Sophie spotted his dad coming out of the kitchen and turned into a gibbering mad woman. ‘Nigel, hi, how are you? How’re things? Still keeping Rupert in line? It’s so wonderful to see you all again!’
Giving his dad no time to respond, Rupert pulled open the front door and shoved Sophie through it, stepping out after her. Closing it once more, he rounded on her, jaw set in determination. ‘I said I was busy this weekend – which I meant,’ he told her, repeating his words from earlier that day. ‘You can’t just turn up like this, there are… it’s not cool, OK.’
‘Oh, it’s OK, I get it!’ Sophie turned her back to him, walking towards his car. ‘Now you’re all rich and famous you can’t make time for the little people anymore.’
He started after her. ‘We weren’t even-’
‘You used to fancy me, Rupert!’
‘We were ten!’
At last, an argument he could win quite easily.
Sophie huffed and then leant against the side of his mini, waiting impatiently for him to unlock the doors. He didn’t hesitate and twenty minutes later found himself free of her, wanting nothing more than to crawl under his duvet and sleep the weekend away.
Thankfully Rupert didn’t hear from her again until mid-week. He was driving into London with his dad at the time, unsuccessfully trying to prep himself for an interview with Al Murray that evening. Thank God it was pre-recorded! It had seemed like a great idea at the time, but now it was the last thing he wanted to do. His mind had been all over the place for weeks. Sophie’s constant attention didn’t help either.
Drinks 2moro? My treat? Luv Soph xxx
He’d stared at the message for ten minutes before deleting it.
At around eleven thirty and half an hour after leaving the studios, his phone beeped again, signalling another message had come through.
This time he didn’t delete it.
Hope t show went ok. Em x
The following day and the day Sophie had attempted to arrange their date for, Rupert turned his phone off and abandoned it in his bedroom. On his way out of the house he stole James’s from the coffee table instead, and then went off to play golf for the afternoon with the twins. He didn’t get home until gone nine when he continued to ignore his phone and spent the rest of the evening playing on his Xbox 360.
Come Friday morning, he finally allowed himself to have contact with the outside world again and upon turning his phone back on found a total of six text messages from Sophie.
Did you get my txt? Drinks 2nite? Luv Soph xxx
Not interested.
Delete.
Call me if u get this. Luv Soph xxx
How about no?
Delete.
I really like u Rupert. Love Sophie xxx
Delete. Delete. Delete.
Rupert tossed the phone aside and then collapsed onto his bed. Running his hands through his hair, he stared up at with ceiling, letting out a breath he didn’t even realise he’d been holding. He was going to have to tell her straight, which was the one thing he really didn’t want to do. Why couldn’t he have just got away with it? Things would have been so much easier that way.
But naturally, Sophie couldn’t take no for an answer, nor did she understand a gentle rejection. He’d wanted to be nice about it, not hurt her feelings and now, unfortunately, he was stuck with no other option.
Reaching for his phone, he let his thumb play over the buttons for a moment, finally searching out her number and pressing call.
It rang once, twice, thrice, and then…
‘Welcome to Orange answer phone. I’m sorry but the person you have called-’
Not what Rupert had wanted to hear. He threw the phone onto the bed and headed downstairs, searching for a distraction.
In the end he wiled the afternoon away by helping Charlotte with her new Spiderwick Chronicles game. By six o’clock he was one level away from completing it and she was sat beside him, arms folded and looking outraged.
Perhaps it was time to hand the reins over and give her a go.
Just after ten, Rupert flopped back down onto his bed upstairs, wrestled his way out of his Converse and switched the TV on. He deliberately avoided ITV1 and began to flick through the channels. If he wanted to watch himself, he could do that downstairs, that’s what everyone else in the house had elected to do tonight. Unfamiliar faces danced across the screen, depressing news stories and overenthusiastic middle-aged women trying to sell ugly jewellery.
Eventually he settled on the Friday Night Project, fluffed up his pillows and watched the antics unfold in front of him.
It wasn’t until his phone beeped that he realised he’d dozed off in front of the TV and he sleepily reached over for it expecting to find yet another message from Sophie. He was pleasantly surprised when he found another name attached to the message.
U didn’t tell me about t mouse! Cu monday. Em x
Smiling to himself, Rupert rolled over so that he was lying on his front and took a moment to think up a reply. Biting on his lip thoughtfully, he let his fingertips dance over the keys, words forming slowly in his mind.
Thought u new i didn’t tell u everythin. Nite Em.
He hit send and then placed the phone out of the way on the bedside table, his gaze drifting back to the TV and the end of what he’d been watching. The smile still apparent on his face, he sank down lower into his pillows, his earlier annoyance with Sophie suddenly replaced with an enjoyable squirming sensation in the pit of his stomach.
Emma did that to him a lot recently, an awful lot. So maybe, just maybe it was about time he stopped ignoring it.
.x.
