Fic: RPF: Say Goodbye (2/26).
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x_moonshine_xTitle: Say Goodbye (2/26).
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Pairing: Rupert/Emma, Rupert/OC with slight Dan/Bonnie.
Rating: R (for later chapters).
Warnings: Real person fiction.
Word count: 1,591.
Summary: For some, coming to the end means having to say goodbye. For others, the end is only just the beginning.
Other chapters: here.
Say Goodbye
Chapter 2 – Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous
Date: Friday 6th May 2011
Location: Notting Hill, London, England
Slipping his keys into his back pocket, Rupert pushed the apartment door closed behind him quietly. It had already gone two a.m., so he didn’t want to make more noise than necessary. He did a quick sweep of the main living area in front of him, checking for any sign of Aimée. Not finding her on first glance, he continued on inside, shrugging his jacket off and abandoning his shoes by the door.
He had just started unbuttoning his shirt when he spotted her stood in the kitchen alcove, munching happily on a Pot Noodle and dressed in one of his old band t-shirts. She smiled brightly when she noticed him.
‘How was it?’ Aimée asked cheerfully. ‘Have fun?’
Walking across the apartment, she kissed him on the cheek and then curled up on the couch, where she had obviously been sat before. There were a stack of discarded magazines on the floor and a half eaten box of Godiva chocolates and a large coffee mug, still half full, sitting on the coffee table.
‘It was,’ he paused, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt as he searched for the right words, ‘weird, I guess. All over and done with now, time to move on.’ He didn’t believe a word he was spouting, he had no intention of moving on yet, but it was easier to pretend for now. ‘Be back in a minute.’
Heading into the master bedroom, he stripped out of the rest of his clothing, happy to be rid of the monkey suit and tugged on a t-shirt instead. Staring at his reflection in the mirror, he sighed. What a night, but at least it couldn’t get any worse now he was home.
By the time he joined Aimée back in the living room, she was flicking through a copy of NME with her feet up on the table and her Pot Noodle balanced in-between her knees. She dropped her head onto his shoulder when he sat down, her black hair falling down and hiding her face from view as she moved. ‘Sorry I didn’t come with you tonight,’ she mumbled.
Rupert smiled, peering down at her and then playfully pulled at one of her newly acquired blue hair extensions. ‘You said you were feeling ill,’ he commented. ‘What are these?’
‘I got bored.’ That was Aimée’s usual excuse. ‘Didn’t have anything better to do after watching EastEnders, so why not.’ She offered a noncommittal shrug. ‘Should have come with you I suppose, would have been better than moping around here… and my new dress has gone to waste now.’
‘Mmm,’ he murmured, reaching out for the TV remote and turning to one of the movie channels. If he made some sort of noise, she’d register that as interest and he’d be off the hook for a while.
She snatched the remote back from him a second later, tangling her legs with his as she moved in closer and peered up at him with her pale eyes. ‘Do we have to watch TV?’ she questioned, jabbing at the power button with a neon pink painted nail. ‘I can think of better things to do.’
When Rupert returned her gaze, apprehension kicked in full storm, dozens of tiny snakes squirming around in the pit of his stomach. He should have been with Emma tonight. There was even a room sitting there waiting for him at the Trafalgar. It had been booked weeks ago as a last minute surprise for her. He shouldn’t have even come home.
‘I… umm, I think I’m going to go to bed actually, Aims,’ he said, disentangling himself from her and retreating to the bedroom.
Collapsing onto the bed a moment later, he squeezed his eyes shut and raked his hands up into his hair, letting out a heavy sigh.
Sometimes he really wished Aimée didn’t live with him. Things would be so much easier if she didn’t. Rupert hadn’t even invited her to move in, not really, it had just happened. One day he’d woken up and suddenly realised she’d not left for a couple of nights. Several days after that, he began finding things of hers lying around. Her car keys hung up on the rack, her favourite hat sitting on top of the lamp in the living room gathering dust and her red Dr. Martens shoved under the bed like they belonged there. She had perched her stuffed monkey, Carlos, on top of the wardrobes.
The day he found her toothbrush, some funky smelling lotions and a box of black hair dye in the bathroom, he realised his apartment had been taken over completely unawares by his girlfriend.
He could cope with it. Actually having her there wasn’t too bad. It was nice to have the company sometimes.
Before she had moved in, he was lucky if he got a single visitor each week. James came down and stopped occasionally, setting up camp in the guest bedroom and staying out until 4am every night. But it wasn’t often and they rarely got to spend any time together while he was there. Rupert generally had to rush out early for work in the mornings, so what with his early starts and his brother’s late nights, sitting down and talking was a luxury for them.
The apartment itself had been something he purchased for his 21st birthday. Before then he hadn’t really splashed out on anything extravagant, so he’d decided it was about time he did and gone looking around Notting Hill with his dad for the perfect place. In the end, the apartment he found set him back almost £3 million, but it had been worth every penny.
Outside of his family, Emma had been the first person to see the apartment. After giving himself a week or so to settle in, he’d invited her round for dinner one night once filming was done for the day and attempted to cook for her. It hadn’t gone particularly well and they’d had to order out for pizza after three failed attempts at Carbonara and him setting a tea towel on fire.
Back then things had been awkward. They were in the middle of filming [i]Deathly Hallows [/i]and “the most important kiss in the entire series” as David referred to it as, was looming on the horizon, getting ever closer. Rupert didn’t know how to behave around her, which usually resulted in him making a complete idiot of himself more often than not.
If they hadn’t been under so much pressure, something probably would have happened between them earlier. They both knew it.
But as it stood, they’d held off acting upon their feelings for a further two years and not done anything about until the most inconvenient of times. Now he had to make a choice and that was something he found himself incapable of doing. He loved Aimée to pieces, but he’d wanted Emma for what seemed like forever. How on earth was he supposed to choose between them?
‘Rupe, are you OK?’
Rupert knocked himself from his thoughts and propped himself up on his elbows, looking over at Aimée who had just poked her head around the bedroom door. ‘Tired… that’s all,’ he said softly, yawning for effect.
Nodding, accepting it, she added, ‘You don’t seem yourself tonight.’
Another shrug and he rolled away from her, not wanting to talk about it now. She got the hint quick enough and instead curled up on the bed next to him, nuzzling her head against his shoulder, hers arms encircling him as she cuddled close.
‘You know you can talk to me about anything at all, don’t you?’ she whispered, her fingertips tracing patterns against his arm. ‘You never talk to me anymore…’
He closed his eyes, sighing heavily against her hair as he mumbled a feeble, ‘Sorry.’
It wasn’t that Rupert didn’t want to talk to her. Quite simply, he couldn’t. And he wouldn’t risk losing her yet for something he was so unsure about. Things with Emma were complicated and as yet, he couldn’t figure out a way to simplify them. He wanted to. There was no doubt about that. He wanted to more than anything, but he didn’t know how.
Aimée kissed his temple softly, her hair tickling his skin as she leant in close to him. ‘I’m here for you,’ she said calmly. ‘Whatever’s going on, I’m not going anywhere.’
He felt ridiculously guilty all of a sudden. He wouldn’t be able to keep this up much longer. He couldn’t do it to either of them, they deserved so much better.
‘Thanks,’ was all he managed in reply, finally wrapping an arm around his girlfriend in return.
‘I love you, Rupe…’
And now he felt worse.
Rupert bit on his lip and then turned back to face her again, tangling a hand in her hair as he drew her in closer. ‘I love you,’ he said evenly, catching her eye. ‘I don’t say it enough.’
‘You don’t need to, I already know.’ Smiling, Aimée shrugged a shoulder and gently ran the pad of her thumb down the bridge of his nose. She kissed him lightly on the lips and then snuggled back into his embrace. ‘Time to sleep,’ she murmured. ‘Goodnight you.’
Not bothering to respond, he closed his eyes and leant his forehead against hers, knowing that she was right even though sleeping was the last thing on his mind.
The clock was ticking, the fuse was lit and it was only a matter of time before the bomb went off.
.x.
Author:
x_moonshine_xPairing: Rupert/Emma, Rupert/OC with slight Dan/Bonnie.
Rating: R (for later chapters).
Warnings: Real person fiction.
Word count: 1,591.
Summary: For some, coming to the end means having to say goodbye. For others, the end is only just the beginning.
Other chapters: here.
Chapter 2 – Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous
Date: Friday 6th May 2011
Location: Notting Hill, London, England
Slipping his keys into his back pocket, Rupert pushed the apartment door closed behind him quietly. It had already gone two a.m., so he didn’t want to make more noise than necessary. He did a quick sweep of the main living area in front of him, checking for any sign of Aimée. Not finding her on first glance, he continued on inside, shrugging his jacket off and abandoning his shoes by the door.
He had just started unbuttoning his shirt when he spotted her stood in the kitchen alcove, munching happily on a Pot Noodle and dressed in one of his old band t-shirts. She smiled brightly when she noticed him.
‘How was it?’ Aimée asked cheerfully. ‘Have fun?’
Walking across the apartment, she kissed him on the cheek and then curled up on the couch, where she had obviously been sat before. There were a stack of discarded magazines on the floor and a half eaten box of Godiva chocolates and a large coffee mug, still half full, sitting on the coffee table.
‘It was,’ he paused, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt as he searched for the right words, ‘weird, I guess. All over and done with now, time to move on.’ He didn’t believe a word he was spouting, he had no intention of moving on yet, but it was easier to pretend for now. ‘Be back in a minute.’
Heading into the master bedroom, he stripped out of the rest of his clothing, happy to be rid of the monkey suit and tugged on a t-shirt instead. Staring at his reflection in the mirror, he sighed. What a night, but at least it couldn’t get any worse now he was home.
By the time he joined Aimée back in the living room, she was flicking through a copy of NME with her feet up on the table and her Pot Noodle balanced in-between her knees. She dropped her head onto his shoulder when he sat down, her black hair falling down and hiding her face from view as she moved. ‘Sorry I didn’t come with you tonight,’ she mumbled.
Rupert smiled, peering down at her and then playfully pulled at one of her newly acquired blue hair extensions. ‘You said you were feeling ill,’ he commented. ‘What are these?’
‘I got bored.’ That was Aimée’s usual excuse. ‘Didn’t have anything better to do after watching EastEnders, so why not.’ She offered a noncommittal shrug. ‘Should have come with you I suppose, would have been better than moping around here… and my new dress has gone to waste now.’
‘Mmm,’ he murmured, reaching out for the TV remote and turning to one of the movie channels. If he made some sort of noise, she’d register that as interest and he’d be off the hook for a while.
She snatched the remote back from him a second later, tangling her legs with his as she moved in closer and peered up at him with her pale eyes. ‘Do we have to watch TV?’ she questioned, jabbing at the power button with a neon pink painted nail. ‘I can think of better things to do.’
When Rupert returned her gaze, apprehension kicked in full storm, dozens of tiny snakes squirming around in the pit of his stomach. He should have been with Emma tonight. There was even a room sitting there waiting for him at the Trafalgar. It had been booked weeks ago as a last minute surprise for her. He shouldn’t have even come home.
‘I… umm, I think I’m going to go to bed actually, Aims,’ he said, disentangling himself from her and retreating to the bedroom.
Collapsing onto the bed a moment later, he squeezed his eyes shut and raked his hands up into his hair, letting out a heavy sigh.
Sometimes he really wished Aimée didn’t live with him. Things would be so much easier if she didn’t. Rupert hadn’t even invited her to move in, not really, it had just happened. One day he’d woken up and suddenly realised she’d not left for a couple of nights. Several days after that, he began finding things of hers lying around. Her car keys hung up on the rack, her favourite hat sitting on top of the lamp in the living room gathering dust and her red Dr. Martens shoved under the bed like they belonged there. She had perched her stuffed monkey, Carlos, on top of the wardrobes.
The day he found her toothbrush, some funky smelling lotions and a box of black hair dye in the bathroom, he realised his apartment had been taken over completely unawares by his girlfriend.
He could cope with it. Actually having her there wasn’t too bad. It was nice to have the company sometimes.
Before she had moved in, he was lucky if he got a single visitor each week. James came down and stopped occasionally, setting up camp in the guest bedroom and staying out until 4am every night. But it wasn’t often and they rarely got to spend any time together while he was there. Rupert generally had to rush out early for work in the mornings, so what with his early starts and his brother’s late nights, sitting down and talking was a luxury for them.
The apartment itself had been something he purchased for his 21st birthday. Before then he hadn’t really splashed out on anything extravagant, so he’d decided it was about time he did and gone looking around Notting Hill with his dad for the perfect place. In the end, the apartment he found set him back almost £3 million, but it had been worth every penny.
Outside of his family, Emma had been the first person to see the apartment. After giving himself a week or so to settle in, he’d invited her round for dinner one night once filming was done for the day and attempted to cook for her. It hadn’t gone particularly well and they’d had to order out for pizza after three failed attempts at Carbonara and him setting a tea towel on fire.
Back then things had been awkward. They were in the middle of filming [i]Deathly Hallows [/i]and “the most important kiss in the entire series” as David referred to it as, was looming on the horizon, getting ever closer. Rupert didn’t know how to behave around her, which usually resulted in him making a complete idiot of himself more often than not.
If they hadn’t been under so much pressure, something probably would have happened between them earlier. They both knew it.
But as it stood, they’d held off acting upon their feelings for a further two years and not done anything about until the most inconvenient of times. Now he had to make a choice and that was something he found himself incapable of doing. He loved Aimée to pieces, but he’d wanted Emma for what seemed like forever. How on earth was he supposed to choose between them?
‘Rupe, are you OK?’
Rupert knocked himself from his thoughts and propped himself up on his elbows, looking over at Aimée who had just poked her head around the bedroom door. ‘Tired… that’s all,’ he said softly, yawning for effect.
Nodding, accepting it, she added, ‘You don’t seem yourself tonight.’
Another shrug and he rolled away from her, not wanting to talk about it now. She got the hint quick enough and instead curled up on the bed next to him, nuzzling her head against his shoulder, hers arms encircling him as she cuddled close.
‘You know you can talk to me about anything at all, don’t you?’ she whispered, her fingertips tracing patterns against his arm. ‘You never talk to me anymore…’
He closed his eyes, sighing heavily against her hair as he mumbled a feeble, ‘Sorry.’
It wasn’t that Rupert didn’t want to talk to her. Quite simply, he couldn’t. And he wouldn’t risk losing her yet for something he was so unsure about. Things with Emma were complicated and as yet, he couldn’t figure out a way to simplify them. He wanted to. There was no doubt about that. He wanted to more than anything, but he didn’t know how.
Aimée kissed his temple softly, her hair tickling his skin as she leant in close to him. ‘I’m here for you,’ she said calmly. ‘Whatever’s going on, I’m not going anywhere.’
He felt ridiculously guilty all of a sudden. He wouldn’t be able to keep this up much longer. He couldn’t do it to either of them, they deserved so much better.
‘Thanks,’ was all he managed in reply, finally wrapping an arm around his girlfriend in return.
‘I love you, Rupe…’
And now he felt worse.
Rupert bit on his lip and then turned back to face her again, tangling a hand in her hair as he drew her in closer. ‘I love you,’ he said evenly, catching her eye. ‘I don’t say it enough.’
‘You don’t need to, I already know.’ Smiling, Aimée shrugged a shoulder and gently ran the pad of her thumb down the bridge of his nose. She kissed him lightly on the lips and then snuggled back into his embrace. ‘Time to sleep,’ she murmured. ‘Goodnight you.’
Not bothering to respond, he closed his eyes and leant his forehead against hers, knowing that she was right even though sleeping was the last thing on his mind.
The clock was ticking, the fuse was lit and it was only a matter of time before the bomb went off.
.x.
