Robert Pattinson Smut Collection (Robert Pattinson X Reader)

Football 4

The drink you had is just now hitting you. One second you're showing the owner and PR your basic jersey designs, and the next, you're explaining every damn detail. They loved it. You sip your water with lemon as you continue, and they point out their favorites.

About 15 minutes later, they love exactly five they want the team to vote on next week. As everyone packs up, you unplug your laptop and pack it in your bag. You shake everyone's hand as they make their way out of the room.

You grab your phone and open the message.

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I did it! XD
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You see Robert walking into the room as you pick up your bag, and he checks his phone.

"Yay!" He cheers, "glad you took my advice."

He leans onto the table as you pick up your water. The buzz you have from the drink is perfect, and you oddly don't feel uncomfortable around him.

"Ready?" He stands up. His eyes are polite, and his eyes are still a bit low.

"Where are we going?" You begin to follow him back into the restaurant.

He holds his hand out behind him. You take it as you walk out of the front door. It was sprinkling a bit, and the clouds sat low as any minute they would begin to let go of heavy rain.

"There's a theater I go to when I'm here that I love to go to." He walks toward a car waiting on the curb. Opening the door, he remains for you to get in.

"I'd love to, but I'm so jet lag. I'm sorry," you nibble on your lip as Roberts nods.

"No, you're right," I can take you home then. We can go back anytime." He leans on the car, then suddenly lightning hits. A thunderclap sounds, and you thought you were going to faint.

"Oh my god, take me to this address" you hand him your phone as you practically jump into the back. He climbs in, shows the phone to the driver, and hands it back to you.

You try your hardest not to freak out and embarrass yourself even more, but as a bright light stretches across the dark sky, you close your eyes and take a deep breath.

"The thunderstorms here are never this bad," Robert puts his arm over your shoulder as the driver makes his way through the streets.

He rubs your shoulder as he pulls you into him. Your place was only five blocks away, so not even 5 minutes. It was pouring now, and the storm is supposed to last all week.

"How did your presentation go?" He is trying to take your mind off the crappy weather.

"Um, it went well. They loved the uniforms I designed on my own; we're going to have the team vote on them next week." Another thunder strike crashes; even though it's far, your anxiety is rising quickly.

"I'm glad it's working out. There's no point in being an artist and designer if they aren't going to let you do what you're good at," his body is warm as he holds you against him.

"Exactly, but I'm not trying to ruin it before it's started," you try not to shiver as you use this opportunity to try to remember his smell. Cologne mixed with alcohol and smoke.

For some reason, it was calming you. The car comes to a stop in front of your building; the rain is pouring.

"Thanks so much."

"No problem, I wish I could help with the thunder thing, though." Your mind instantly flashes through 3 solid ideas, only one of them being half ladylike.

"I haven't had dinner yet. Do you have any recommendations for delivery?"

He grins and takes the umbrella from the driver. "Yeah, I'll have to pick it up. I'll meet you in the lobby in half an hour  if you'd like."

"You can just bring it up; I'm not coming back down in my pajamas." You let out a slight yawn as you sat up.

You'd been practically laying on him and your hair caught onto his button. He takes it off and slowly lets go.

"What would you like?" he takes out his phone, dialing a number.

"I don't know; what do British people eat?"

He talks on the phone and orders food, eventually chatting casually with the muffled voice on the other side of the phone. He thanks them for ending the call. "Done." He pockets his phone.

"I have some cash," you reach for your purse.

"No, it's fine, it's for the thunder being a pain in your arse, and it's probably your first real meal in London."

You nod and grin at him, his scent is intoxicating, and your tiredness was slowly being forgotten about.

"Let's get you up so you can get out of these wet clothes," he opens the door to the heavy rain. He keeps you tucked under his arm as you hug your laptop bag close to you, shielding it from the water.

The doorman opens the door as you both run in, Robert handing the umbrella to the doorman to keep outside under the awning.

"I'll be back soon, don't fall asleep," he winks, walking me to the elevator.

"You will have exactly 25 minutes once I'm showered." You tease getting in the elevator. The cold that hit you as you disconnect from under his shoulder is awakening.

"Later." He walks back out the doors as the elevators shut.