PERMANENT - Leonardo DiCaprio

Chapter 52 - Room Service

Sunday 9.30am

I pulled on Leo's sweatshirt over my t-shirt before I left the room to have breakfast.

The majority of our clothes, I had already packed, ready to go for later when we all left and returned back home.

Leo was still sleeping and I didn't really feel like waking him up, and besides, he got back to the room at 2am, so I knew he must've been tired. I on the other hand, had a pretty good sleep last night, with the excitement of going home bringing up my spirits after a bleak end of the night last night.

I had just put an order in for breakfast to be brought up to the room for Leo, as he probably wouldn't have time to go and eat it before we leave, and accompanied the gesture with a handwritten note, saying I was headed down for breakfast, and to have everything pretty much ready to go if he woke up so we could leave hassle free.

It was still pretty chilly outside, and it was early morning, so as I left our room and walked past the other private Chateau Marmont bungalows to get to the main building, I hugged my arms in an effort to preserve body heat, the long sleeves of Leo's sweatshirt doing a good job of nearly covering my finger tips. I mean, hell, it was baggy on him, so it practically swamped me.

Upon entering, the warm heat hit me, and I was glad to be inside. I wondered who would already be at the restaurant, if anyone at all. Maybe everyone was in a hungover haze still sleeping in their rooms.

I soon saw that my prediction was correct - there were a few guests having breakfast, that I walked past with a smile, and who gawked at me in return, but as I rounded the corner to where we had booked out a private area of the restaurant, I could only only see Billy, his plate pushed slightly in front of him, indicating he was already finished, as he held a large mug of coffee in his left hand, his phone pressed to his ear with his right.

His eyes shifted from his mug to me, and he smiled widely, his teeth glistening a bright white, as I approached, waving.

"Hold on, I'll call you back alright?" He spoke into the phone, already clearing the table of his things with one hand so I had more space. He waited for a response before ending the call, "Okay, speak later, bye bye."

I sat down opposite him just as he placed the phone down on the table.

"Who was thaaat?" I asked, teasingly, dragging out my words, "very chipper this morning, huh, Mr Zane?"

He rolled his eyes and shook his head at my hinting tone, chuckling as he picked up his mug again and brought it to his lips before talking again.

"If you must know," he said sarcastically, "that was Leonor. Remember? The one I was telling you about?"

I did remember - he first told me of her only a couple of weeks ago. The cast had been pretty much separated due to everyone's demanding working schedules, but that didn't stop any of us from acting like a family. We all talked at least once a day - one way or another.

As for Leonor, she was a very pretty 26 year old actress, set to be starring in some new TV show with our very own Billy, with plans to start filming as soon as next week. The way he talked about her though, I could see he was a little bit smitten, even if he didn't want to admit it.

"Yeah, I remember." I replied, eyeing him smugly. He too looked right back at me, smirking, but not speaking. He knew I guessed he liked her, but he wasn't about to acknowledge it out loud, so he stared me down, smiling coyly, until he placed his coffee back down on the table and he spoke again.

"What happened with Leo last night?" 6 little words and the smile slipped from my face, remembering last night. I wasn't mad, or even really that upset, but just the thought of things not being okay as they always were made me feel...uneasy.

"I don't even know," I answered truthfully, rubbing my temples in defeat. "We just had a bit to drink and...well, you know how the media is, always looking for stories and problems when thery're not even there." I looked down at the table, fiddling with the end of a shiny spare fork lying in front of me.

"Well," he started, nodding sympathetically, "can't say I haven't been there. We all go through it at some point. It all comes with success. As long as you two know what you have, you'll be solid. I'd suggest just not even looking at what the media publishes. Better for your peace of mind. At least mine, anyway."

I leant forward over the small table, giving him a squeeze on the shoulder as a sign of gratitude, scraping back the chair as I stood up.

"I'm gonna go get some food." I declared, as I pulled up my sleeves a bit so that I didn't look like a child in her dad's jacket.

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I unlocked the door, slipping in quietly, though I could already hear Leo was up. The big TV was blaring, and I could hear it was one of last season's episode of Friends.

I walked closer, and as he became aware of my presence, he halted, and stopped clearing away the last of his things, holding a baseball cap in his fist, and our eyes locked in an unspoken intensity. I didn't really know what to say, rather, how to go about it, but I didn't need to. The cap he was holding was thrown to his right, onto the bed, and he approached me unhesitantly, with a purpose.

All I could do was stare at him, watch what he was going to do. He walked over to me until he was standing right in front of me, our faces inches away, and only paused for half a second to see my reaction, to see if I would pull back or protest, but I didn't, so his left hand grabbed my waist, pulling me closer to his warm body. His right hand cupped my cheek, chilled from the outside morning cold, as his lips connected with mine, in one of the most fiery kisses we've shared for a while.

His hand slid from my cheek to the back of my neck, and I could feel his fingers weave their way through my hair, as his grip tightened, pulling on my hair passionately. I pulled him closer by the hem of his shirt, and he pulled away rushedly, almost whispering.

"I'm sorry, what I said last ni-"

"Shut up," I cut him off by kissing him again. I didn't want to talk about it. I was over it, and no petty argument was worth wasting any negativity on.

I could feel him smile into the kiss, and the tension and uneasiness from last night was gone completely. I felt his hand move down my butt, to the back of my thighs, so I jumped up, wrapping my legs around his waist.

Walking over to the bed, he let me down, and I landed on the bed softly, pulling him down with me by his shirt, my legs still around him holding him to me. His tongue worked expertly in my mouth, and I slid my arms around his neck, hands running through his soft dirty blonde hair.

3 knocks on the door stopped us both in our tracks, as a cheery voice from behind the door came. "Room service!"

We stared at each other, until we burst out laughing. Leo leant down for one last kiss before he pushed himself off the bed, straightening out his shirt. "Perfect timing, huh?" he shot me a wink as he stalked towards the door.

I bit my lip in his absence, beaming "I asked for it I guess,"

He opened the door, and soon the food was wheeled in on a trolley, and the man was gone again.

Grabbing his headband from the dressing table and sliding it through his hair, pushing his floppy locks away from his face, he smirked, "Ready for round 2 of breakfast?"