𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐞 (𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐉𝐫. 𝐗 𝐘/𝐧)

~ Move In With Me

Warnings: cursing (I mean if you think choking is teasing or something then I guess it is a warning lol.)

A/n: also do you want to see more of Downey's pov's?

Recap: Britney, you, and Robert were eating breakfast, when she told you she has found you a job.

Currently (y/n Pov):

I'm sitting in Robert's 6th period class watching him teach and going over what we learned. I look to my right, and see that Britney was on her phone, with the biggest smile I ever seen on her face.

"Who are you texting?" I whisper.

"Huh? Oh, no one," she shrugs, putting her phone away in her bag, and turning back to me.

"You sure?" I wiggle my brows up and down.

"Very."

"Can you have a lousier poker face? Just tell me who."

"Well it's someone in class."

"Right, describe him for me. And I meant appearance."

"Well, he has brown hair, and green eyes, that's all I'm going to give you."

"I'll figure who it is," I smile.

"Yeah we'll see about that," she also gives me a smile. We turn back to class, focusing on what Robert was talking about.

His curly hair is just ugh. Literal porn hair. If that was a thing, Downey would get first place. Robert was wearing a suit; a black blazer, to be honest, he's always wearing a blazer and sneakers. A buttoned up black t-shirt, a silver tie, with buttoned down black pants, and white and black sneakers.

When Britney informed me on the job she told me there was only one problem. It was one hour away from Malibu. I mean driving one hour for work- shit. Wait we need a place to stay, oh my fucking God, we need a place to stay. Why hasn't that come through my head. I was so focused on Robert, my work and his. But not where I'll live, and where he'll live. I begin to tap my foot on the ground repeatedly. It's fine, I'll just try to find a place. It can't be so hard. Right? I'm growing anxious already, it's getting hard to breath.

I'm having a panic attack aren't I? Or is it an anxiety attack? Breath. Inhale. Exhale. I can't take it anymore, my heart is going so fast. I look around the room, feeling trapped. I get up, catching everyone's attention, I run down the stairs. I can barely run, I feel so weak. Everyone's looking at me, oh god, I know they are judging me. I get to the bottom of the stairs, running out the door. Downey was looking at me when I was running down the stairs, his eyes were filled with worry. He runs out of the class, telling the students to just work until he comes back.

I'm walking to the bathroom, when I can no longer stand, I fall to my knees, leaning my side on a wall, I couldn't reach the bathroom on time. Trying to calm myself down. Robert is still running looking for me, he looks left and right, at the empty halls. He runs left, and sees me on my knees. He gets on his knees, grabbing me and pulling me into his chest. I slowly relax into his arms, feeling safer. My breath is almost going back to normal. We stay there for 8 minutes or so, not wanting to get up.

"What's wrong, baby?" He rubs my back.

"Nothing, I just freaked out."

"Anxiety attack?"

"Probably, I don't know," I hug him back, my breathing going back to normal now.

"Better now?"