I sighed, "Please Eddie?" I had to go to California to model.
"Love," he kissed my cheek. "You'll be fine without me." I pouted.
"I don't want to go without you though," I whined.
"Fine," he finally gave in. "I'll book the tickets."
"Did I ever mention how much I love you?" I pecked him and hummed while I started to pack. He walked into the room ten minutes later.
"Tomorrow, uh, at 8:00 a.m.," he looked at the email. "we have to be there at 7 a.m.? I booked first class."
"Eddie," I hugged him. "I love you." I fixed his hair and he smiled. He turned around and grabbed my waist, riding my shirt up and throwing me on the bed. I threw my head back, laughing as he laid his head on my stomach.
"You're beautiful," he traced kisses on my stomach, riding up my shirt just below my bra. He kissed my chest and hovered over me, leaving butterfly kisses up my neck. He kissed my jaw softly before bringing his lips down onto mine. I smiled, pulling his torso closer to my waist. He rolled over, pulling me on top of him.
"We have to pack," I groaned as he nuzzled his face into my neck.
"It can wait," he pulled the covers over us, laying his head on my shoulder. He threw his hand across my stomach, kissing my collarbone once. I stroked his messy hair, playing a bit with the ends.
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I groaned when the alarm went off the next morning. I lifted my head from Eddie's chest and reached across him to look at the time. 6:00 a.m. I shook Eddie. "Love, you have to wake up," I smiled when his eyes fluttered open, and landed on me, allowing him to smile.
"I'll finish packing," he kissed my cheek. "Go freshen up for the plane ride." I kissed his cheek sweetly and went to the bathroom to start getting ready. I pulled on black leggings and a blue tank top, pairing it with a white sweater. I was leaving my hair down in waves. I put my sunglasses in my hair and pulled on a pair of navy blue pumps. Eddie smiled at me in a classic suit and sunglasses perched on his head. We walked out of my house, perching our sunglasses upon the bridge of our nose. I hailed a cab, getting in and heading for the airport. We checked it, letting him take our luggage and Eddie took my purse off my shoulder, swinging it over his own. He took my hand and we walked through the airport, looking for our terminal. People stopped us, Eddie smiled, the normal. However, it was a giant surprise to see Hannah, arms crossed at the terminal. "Hannah?" he confusedly laughed.
"Eddie," she glared at me. "Can we talk?"
"Sure," he didn't let go of my hand.
"This isn't good for your publicity! You can't just leave England to go with your girlfriend's job! You have your own!" she scolded him.
"I have nothing booked for the next two weeks!" he raised his voice slightly. "I have to be in LA in two weeks anyway! Why does this matter so much?"
"It matters to me," she crossed her arms again. "And I'm your publicist."
"Hannah," he groaned. "I'm going." He pulled me quickly onto the plane and I threw a sorrowful look over my shoulder at her. She sat down in defeat, pinching the bridge of her nose and waving me off politely. Eddie showed the attendant our tickets and we sat down next to each other in the one person seats. He took my hand and I rubbed my hand with his thumb, kissing his hand softly. He sighed.
"It's okay Eddie," I pulled my hand away, scrolling through my phone quickly before shutting it off. He lifted the separator in between us and pulled me closer to him, kissing my hand quickly before looking out the window. A couple of hours later we were in LA. I stood up and stretched, satisfied with my back cracking and I pulled my purse over my shoulder, pulling down my shades and exiting the plane with Eddie in front of me. I instinctively grabbed the tail of his suit, tugging softly to let him know that I was losing him. He turned around immediately, taking my hand in his as we walked through the airport. We picked up our luggage and walked a few blocks down, arriving at the hotel.
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This is short I'm sorry.
-Alice
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Cambridge {Eddie Redmayne}
Fanfic"I give up," he layed down on a pile of my dresses. "I just got those dry cleaned," I whined. "You aren't going to wear them again," he shrugged. "True," I turned back to the rack. I could feel him rolling his eyes and I smiled. ...
