Long Lost Love (Robert Downey Jr. Fanfiction)

No Signs Of Pity

She closed her door hard. So I went to the guess room. This room also looks modern but her room is still the bomb.

The bed sheet was navy blue and the pillows were gray. She's not really a fan of girly stuffs. I like that.

But why is she acting like this? I've never seen her with an angry face before. I didn't do anything wrong.

So I went to the bed and went to sleep. I was still depressed.

HAYLEY'S POV

Good riddance. I laid down on my bed looking at the big glass window. I can't believe he had the guts to enter my room and lay down here. It was unforgivable. This room and my laboratory are off limits to people. Except if I gave them my permission. I was so pissed off.

But God, it's the first time that I saw his body. It looked so cute and fluffy. Hugh's body was so muscular and strong but Robert's was soft and sexy. It's the perfect body for me. I'm not into guys with rock-hard abs and bulky muscles. It creeps me out. It's disgusting. And plus, Robert's body was so huggable. I resisted to cover his head with a blanket and tease his huggable body. I still hate his haircut though.

He left his scent on the side of my bed where he laid down a while ago. I sniffed it. It smells manly and incredible.

Body, check.

Muscles tones, check.

Side profile, check.

Jawline, check.

Face, check.

Tony Stark beard, check.

Eyes, check.

Neck columns, check.

Voice, check.

Lips, check.

Charm, check.

Haircut, a big X.

I was so happy that I got dibs on him before. But now, i'm not happy at all.

I closed my eyes and went to sleep.

When I woke up, I asked Jarvis what time is it.

"11:09am mam" Jarvis said.

I combed my hair with my fingers and walked outside. Why do my house smells like bacon? It can't be Dum-E who's cooking.

So I went to check out the kitchen. Robert was cooking still in his boxers. That great body and horrible haircut again. He was cooking like he owns the place. It enraged me. With the sight of his head, I was annoyed again. He felt my presence so he turned around to greet me.

"Good morning, miss beautiful." He chirped.

I didn't answer back. I just looked at him with such annoyance plastered in my face.

"You hungry?" He chirped again.

I ignored him again. I opened the refrigerator, grabbed the milk and slammed the refrigerator door shut as hard as I can.

I pushed him out of the way because he was blocking the closet where the glasses are. His body was so warm.

"You want breakfast?" He continued talking me even if i'm ignoring him completely.

"I know you're hungry." He chirped.

"I made you your favorite. Grilled cheese." He repeated.

Whoa. How did he knew that grilled cheese is my favorite? That was creepy.

He gave me a plate of grilled cheese, bacon and scrambled eggs. I was tempted to eat it because God! It's my favorite. I didn't look at it because I might dig in. He looked at me like he knows that i'm going to eat it any minute now. He smiled at me with a cheeky, adorable, childish smile. I shoot him a death glare. But he continued to smile.