Long Lost Love (Robert Downey Jr. Fanfiction)

Regrets And Sorry

HAYLEY'S POV

I woke up and I saw Robert sleeping next to me. His head was snuggled in my neck and both of us smells like alcohol.

I studied his salt and pepper stubble. His messy hair was on my mouth so I coughed to get it off.

My head was aching. I don't remember much last night. All I know is that we had sex because both of us were naked.

"Oh fuck." I muttered while massaging my head.

I untangled Robert's arm from me to get an Aspirin.

"Come baaack." Robert groaned.

I grabbed an Aspirin in his drawer and drank it. I went to the bathroom and I saw myself. I look so wasted. My eyes were bloodshot red and my hair was so messy.

I washed my face and laid next to Robert again.

"What happened last night?" I groaned.

"Beautiful things." Robert mumbled.

I rolled my eyes and put my undies back on. I saw Robert's dress shirt last night so I put it on. It went under my butt. Nah, it's just Robert.

I looked at him and he went back to sleep. The medicine was kicking now but I still feel a little dizzy.

"Faggot?" I whispered to him. He didn't answer and he was snoring.

"Grandpa Bobby?" I whispered again while smirking.

The white sheets were only covering his thing and he was cuddling a pillow. His hairs were sticking in every direction. He looks so tired and wasted. I took a photo of him.

I rolled my eyes and went outside. This house is quite lonely. It's only us. I wonder if we already have a Zion or Athena. Would he or she would jump on our bed and wake us up? Or would they cry in the middle of the night? I think it's going to be a disaster having a kid. Cleaning poops, trying to stop them from crying, feeding, teaching how to walk and all that. It'll be so hard.

I was getting bored so I decided to go out for a bit. I went back to our room and smelled it. Goddamn! It smells like vodka.

I opened Robert's closet and took his white Nike shirt. I put it on along with a jogging pants. I went outside and drove away.

ROBERT'S POV

I opened my eyes slowly and did a systems check. The sun was all over the room now. It was already 1:00pm. No sound coming from my house.

"Hayley!" I called. No answer.

"Babe where are you?" I called again.

I groaned and stood up. I put on a boxer and tried to find her. I walked around the house but she was nowhere in sight. Where could she be? Her clothes are still here. I texted her.

<Where are you?>

<I'll be back in an hour. Love love love.>

Great. After a great engagement party, i'm all alone here in my house. I made coffee and sat in living room. I turned on the TV and our interview with Ellen is now airing.

It's been an hour and Hayley is still not back. What's her game plan, leaving me all alone in the house? I was getting bored.

"Paging, Grandpa Faggot!" I heard Hayley said outside in a megaphone.

I peeked through the window and I was so surprised in what I saw. Hayley's long hair was now icy blonde like Lance.

"Paging grandpa faggot!" Hayley shouted again in the megaphone.