Fic: RPF: Say Goodbye (11/26).
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x_moonshine_xTitle: Say Goodbye (11/26).
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Pairing: Rupert/Emma with slight Dan/Bonnie.
Rating: R (for later chapters).
Warnings: Real person fiction.
Word count: 1,719.
Summary: For some, coming to the end means having to say goodbye. For others, the end is only just the beginning.
Previous Chapters: Here.
Say Goodbye
Chapter 11 – Something's Gotta Give
Date: Wednesday 8th June, 2011
Location: Sketch, London, England
Emma couldn’t recall what happened exactly, the what's and the why fors were lost on her the moment she closed her eyes and laid her head against the leather upholstery of the car. She did, however, ache to her very core from crying so hard, her eyes stung painfully and her breathing still hadn’t returned to normal. How could things go so wrong so quickly?
In a blind panic she rung up the first hotel she could think of and asked them for a room – as much as she wanted to, going home was out of the question. Luckily they came through for her and in twenty minutes time she would be able to indulge in some late night room service, sink into a hot bathtub and wash all of her cares away. The car had been a favour called in by Dan. Sometimes she really did love him and his quick thinking.
The evening had all been going so well, but she should have known that the moment they got anymore alcohol down them, things would begin to fall apart at the seams.
Rupert had thrown back so many glasses of wine and champagne tonight, she’d begun to wonder where the hell he was putting them all. Of course, all became clear when he had to run off to the bathroom before he threw up midway through his third glass of Dom.
She pushed her drink away from herself then, vowing not to touch another drop as she’d already had enough. If only he’d thought to do the same thing.
The shouting started shortly after that when a drunken Rupert decided it was probably about time they headed home. She couldn’t argue with that and he’d drunk so much he could barely stand anyway, so it was only logical.
Pottering her way out into the lobby of the restaurant, her flowery sundress sticking to her damp skin, she asked them to call a cab – which at the time, she presumed they’d done. And so there they sat, not daring to look at one another and pretending, as usual, there was nothing going on between them. She stared down at her feet, picking idly at her blossom pink nail varnish and he gazed around them, his eyes wide in wonder.
‘I can’t deal with this anymore,’ she said, sighing sadly. ‘This isn’t working for me, Rupes. I’ve tried, Gods knows I’ve tried, but I’m not strong enough. Why do they get to have their fairytale happy ending when all I get is…’ she paused and threw her hands up in frustration. ‘Oh, I don’t know what I’m getting anymore, but I know that I need – that I deserve better.’
He began to stammer out a response, something that took ten times longer than normal and something she didn’t let him get out, cutting him off before the first word even left his lips.
‘I’m sick of you promising me something you clearly have no intention of doing, because every time you do I…’ Emma faltered mid sentence and dropped her head down, running her trembling fingers through her hair. ‘I understand that you don’t like hurting people, that you don’t want to hurt her, but I don’t think you realise that you’re hurting me too, Rupes. Every day this goes on, the longer you toy with my emotions, the more you hurt me.’
‘I’m going to fix it,’ Rupert offered weakly, his words so slurred it was difficult to tell if they were sincere or not. ‘Honestly Em, I’m going to make all of this right,’
Shaking her head, disbelieving, she leapt to her feet and began to pace the length of the lobby in agitation. ‘Try telling me that when you’re not drunk,’ she murmured. ‘It might be a little more convincing then.’
Minutes after that, the tears began to flow. One after the other tumbling down her cheeks like rain against a window pane. He got to his feet too, wrapping his arms around her and she tried to push him away, rather unsuccessfully. With a sigh of resentment, she gave in and collapsed against him, burying her head away in the crook of his neck and taking several deep breaths.
‘Just give me a little more time,’ he whispered against her hair.
It was in that moment she snapped, shoving him away from her as her tears built up into great sobs.
‘NO!’ she cried and this time the other of the occupants of the lobby turned around and stared at them. ‘No more time! Time’s up on this!’ She paused to wipe her eyes on a napkin, trying to pull herself together. ‘You’ve had months, Rupert. That should have been long enough, more than long enough.’
‘Em, please…’ he started, but his plea was lost on her as her anger bubbled to its climax.
‘I need some air.’ Snatching her handbag up from the couch, she swept towards the exit, ignoring him as he tried to get her to stop in her tracks. She shook him off and determinedly continued on.
What happened after that, took them both by surprise.
Not five seconds after she stepped foot outside she was surrounded by members of the paparazzi, blinded by camera flashes and deafened by their sudden enthusiasm. It seemed the boys had been having a relatively quiet night and unfortunately for Emma and Rupert, they thought they’d hit the jackpot now. She could only presume someone had seen Dan and Bonnie arrive and tipped them off.
Rupert stumbled out of the restaurant a moment later, haplessly calling her name in an attempt to get her to come back inside and not noticing their unwelcome company at first. The instant he saw them though, he changed his tack, trying his very hardest to keep his flushed cheeks and dilated pupils away from their cameras and reaching for her hand.
Several of the photographers were baiting her already and she could tell that he – drunkenness aside – was getting riled up by their behaviour.
‘What’s wrong Emma?’ ‘Need a shoulder to cry on?’ ‘What’s this jerk done to you?’
Emma was sure if Rupert wasn’t holding her hand, trying to be the valiant man, he would have decked one of them by now. But amazingly, all he did was look at them square on and say, ‘Leave her alone.’
Finally knocked from her trance – she’d been frozen to the spot since coming face-to-face with them – she looked back at him and made to head inside, knowing that standing there giving them free range was doing no one any good. She reached for Rupert’s other hand and took several steps back, forcing her upset aside for the time being.
That was when one of the paps crossed the line. ‘Come home with me, Emma, I’ll soon cheer you up!’ he laughed, moving in close to her and leering obscenely.
Rupert officially snapped and the next thing she knew, he’d let go of her hands and shoved the guy forcefully out of the way. ‘I said leave her alone,’ he snarled, glaring over at him. ‘Now fuck off!’
It was probably the biggest mistake he’d ever make, but she was thankful for it all the same. The following day’s headlines would be an interesting read, that was for sure. She knew for a fact if he hadn’t been drinking he wouldn’t have said that, he wouldn’t have said a lot of things. Then again, neither would she have only minutes before.
‘Let me hail a cab for us,’ he said once the paps had backed off. ‘Dunno where the one they called is.’
Emma shook her head, and then shook him off as well when he reached for her arm. ‘I want to go home,’ she replied, her voice cracking slightly on the last word. ‘All I want is to go to bed… alone,’ she added, making sure she got her point across.
Unfortunately, just as she made the decision to go back inside at last, they were joined by Dan and Bonnie whose sudden appearance jolted the paps from their stunned silence. This time Rupert seized her hand, not giving her time to argue, and pulled her inside to save them from another bout of abuse from their photographer friends.
Inside calm and serenity had been restored once more, the staff sitting comfortably behind the desk none the wiser of what was going on outside.
She down on the couch, head in her hands, while Rupert stood several feet away from her, twiddling his thumbs and looking slightly more sober than he had done before they left the restaurant.
‘Could have warned us,’ gasped Dan as he stepped back into the lobby with Bonnie in tow. ‘We only came out to look for you.’
‘I’m sorry.’ Emma bit back another sob and glanced up at him apologetically.
He shook his head, stepping closer to Bonnie, and all was miraculously forgotten in two seconds flat. ‘Did anyone need a lift anywhere?’ he asked.
Immediately, she jumped at his offer and that was how she ended up where she was now, dozing off in the back of the Mercedes that had dropped Dan and Bonnie off only fifteen minutes ago. Her head ached and she desperately needed a shower, but she was simply glad to be away from there and free of the paparazzi.
When she’d hopped in the car, they’d left a dishevelled Rupert stood on the curb outside the restaurant, debating whether to risk jumping on the tube or not. She sincerely hoped he didn’t. Being who he was and being in the state he was in, it could only spell out disaster from beginning to end. The last thing they wanted were anymore stories in the morning’s papers telling of him getting into a fight with someone on the platform at Notting Hill Gate at three a.m. She could imagine the headlines now. The press would have a field day tomorrow.
Emma felt sorry for Dan and Bonnie though. They didn’t know about the upset outside, but all the same, she couldn’t help the niggling feeling that she’d somehow managed to ruin their big night. Tonight should have been a happy occasion, but thanks to all of their lies and deceit, it had turned out to be anything but.
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Author:
x_moonshine_xPairing: Rupert/Emma with slight Dan/Bonnie.
Rating: R (for later chapters).
Warnings: Real person fiction.
Word count: 1,719.
Summary: For some, coming to the end means having to say goodbye. For others, the end is only just the beginning.
Previous Chapters: Here.
Chapter 11 – Something's Gotta Give
Date: Wednesday 8th June, 2011
Location: Sketch, London, England
Emma couldn’t recall what happened exactly, the what's and the why fors were lost on her the moment she closed her eyes and laid her head against the leather upholstery of the car. She did, however, ache to her very core from crying so hard, her eyes stung painfully and her breathing still hadn’t returned to normal. How could things go so wrong so quickly?
In a blind panic she rung up the first hotel she could think of and asked them for a room – as much as she wanted to, going home was out of the question. Luckily they came through for her and in twenty minutes time she would be able to indulge in some late night room service, sink into a hot bathtub and wash all of her cares away. The car had been a favour called in by Dan. Sometimes she really did love him and his quick thinking.
The evening had all been going so well, but she should have known that the moment they got anymore alcohol down them, things would begin to fall apart at the seams.
Rupert had thrown back so many glasses of wine and champagne tonight, she’d begun to wonder where the hell he was putting them all. Of course, all became clear when he had to run off to the bathroom before he threw up midway through his third glass of Dom.
She pushed her drink away from herself then, vowing not to touch another drop as she’d already had enough. If only he’d thought to do the same thing.
The shouting started shortly after that when a drunken Rupert decided it was probably about time they headed home. She couldn’t argue with that and he’d drunk so much he could barely stand anyway, so it was only logical.
Pottering her way out into the lobby of the restaurant, her flowery sundress sticking to her damp skin, she asked them to call a cab – which at the time, she presumed they’d done. And so there they sat, not daring to look at one another and pretending, as usual, there was nothing going on between them. She stared down at her feet, picking idly at her blossom pink nail varnish and he gazed around them, his eyes wide in wonder.
‘I can’t deal with this anymore,’ she said, sighing sadly. ‘This isn’t working for me, Rupes. I’ve tried, Gods knows I’ve tried, but I’m not strong enough. Why do they get to have their fairytale happy ending when all I get is…’ she paused and threw her hands up in frustration. ‘Oh, I don’t know what I’m getting anymore, but I know that I need – that I deserve better.’
He began to stammer out a response, something that took ten times longer than normal and something she didn’t let him get out, cutting him off before the first word even left his lips.
‘I’m sick of you promising me something you clearly have no intention of doing, because every time you do I…’ Emma faltered mid sentence and dropped her head down, running her trembling fingers through her hair. ‘I understand that you don’t like hurting people, that you don’t want to hurt her, but I don’t think you realise that you’re hurting me too, Rupes. Every day this goes on, the longer you toy with my emotions, the more you hurt me.’
‘I’m going to fix it,’ Rupert offered weakly, his words so slurred it was difficult to tell if they were sincere or not. ‘Honestly Em, I’m going to make all of this right,’
Shaking her head, disbelieving, she leapt to her feet and began to pace the length of the lobby in agitation. ‘Try telling me that when you’re not drunk,’ she murmured. ‘It might be a little more convincing then.’
Minutes after that, the tears began to flow. One after the other tumbling down her cheeks like rain against a window pane. He got to his feet too, wrapping his arms around her and she tried to push him away, rather unsuccessfully. With a sigh of resentment, she gave in and collapsed against him, burying her head away in the crook of his neck and taking several deep breaths.
‘Just give me a little more time,’ he whispered against her hair.
It was in that moment she snapped, shoving him away from her as her tears built up into great sobs.
‘NO!’ she cried and this time the other of the occupants of the lobby turned around and stared at them. ‘No more time! Time’s up on this!’ She paused to wipe her eyes on a napkin, trying to pull herself together. ‘You’ve had months, Rupert. That should have been long enough, more than long enough.’
‘Em, please…’ he started, but his plea was lost on her as her anger bubbled to its climax.
‘I need some air.’ Snatching her handbag up from the couch, she swept towards the exit, ignoring him as he tried to get her to stop in her tracks. She shook him off and determinedly continued on.
What happened after that, took them both by surprise.
Not five seconds after she stepped foot outside she was surrounded by members of the paparazzi, blinded by camera flashes and deafened by their sudden enthusiasm. It seemed the boys had been having a relatively quiet night and unfortunately for Emma and Rupert, they thought they’d hit the jackpot now. She could only presume someone had seen Dan and Bonnie arrive and tipped them off.
Rupert stumbled out of the restaurant a moment later, haplessly calling her name in an attempt to get her to come back inside and not noticing their unwelcome company at first. The instant he saw them though, he changed his tack, trying his very hardest to keep his flushed cheeks and dilated pupils away from their cameras and reaching for her hand.
Several of the photographers were baiting her already and she could tell that he – drunkenness aside – was getting riled up by their behaviour.
‘What’s wrong Emma?’ ‘Need a shoulder to cry on?’ ‘What’s this jerk done to you?’
Emma was sure if Rupert wasn’t holding her hand, trying to be the valiant man, he would have decked one of them by now. But amazingly, all he did was look at them square on and say, ‘Leave her alone.’
Finally knocked from her trance – she’d been frozen to the spot since coming face-to-face with them – she looked back at him and made to head inside, knowing that standing there giving them free range was doing no one any good. She reached for Rupert’s other hand and took several steps back, forcing her upset aside for the time being.
That was when one of the paps crossed the line. ‘Come home with me, Emma, I’ll soon cheer you up!’ he laughed, moving in close to her and leering obscenely.
Rupert officially snapped and the next thing she knew, he’d let go of her hands and shoved the guy forcefully out of the way. ‘I said leave her alone,’ he snarled, glaring over at him. ‘Now fuck off!’
It was probably the biggest mistake he’d ever make, but she was thankful for it all the same. The following day’s headlines would be an interesting read, that was for sure. She knew for a fact if he hadn’t been drinking he wouldn’t have said that, he wouldn’t have said a lot of things. Then again, neither would she have only minutes before.
‘Let me hail a cab for us,’ he said once the paps had backed off. ‘Dunno where the one they called is.’
Emma shook her head, and then shook him off as well when he reached for her arm. ‘I want to go home,’ she replied, her voice cracking slightly on the last word. ‘All I want is to go to bed… alone,’ she added, making sure she got her point across.
Unfortunately, just as she made the decision to go back inside at last, they were joined by Dan and Bonnie whose sudden appearance jolted the paps from their stunned silence. This time Rupert seized her hand, not giving her time to argue, and pulled her inside to save them from another bout of abuse from their photographer friends.
Inside calm and serenity had been restored once more, the staff sitting comfortably behind the desk none the wiser of what was going on outside.
She down on the couch, head in her hands, while Rupert stood several feet away from her, twiddling his thumbs and looking slightly more sober than he had done before they left the restaurant.
‘Could have warned us,’ gasped Dan as he stepped back into the lobby with Bonnie in tow. ‘We only came out to look for you.’
‘I’m sorry.’ Emma bit back another sob and glanced up at him apologetically.
He shook his head, stepping closer to Bonnie, and all was miraculously forgotten in two seconds flat. ‘Did anyone need a lift anywhere?’ he asked.
Immediately, she jumped at his offer and that was how she ended up where she was now, dozing off in the back of the Mercedes that had dropped Dan and Bonnie off only fifteen minutes ago. Her head ached and she desperately needed a shower, but she was simply glad to be away from there and free of the paparazzi.
When she’d hopped in the car, they’d left a dishevelled Rupert stood on the curb outside the restaurant, debating whether to risk jumping on the tube or not. She sincerely hoped he didn’t. Being who he was and being in the state he was in, it could only spell out disaster from beginning to end. The last thing they wanted were anymore stories in the morning’s papers telling of him getting into a fight with someone on the platform at Notting Hill Gate at three a.m. She could imagine the headlines now. The press would have a field day tomorrow.
Emma felt sorry for Dan and Bonnie though. They didn’t know about the upset outside, but all the same, she couldn’t help the niggling feeling that she’d somehow managed to ruin their big night. Tonight should have been a happy occasion, but thanks to all of their lies and deceit, it had turned out to be anything but.
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