Every Breath You Take [RDJ Fanfic] - COMPLETED

Fourteen

I barely wake up the next morning to the sound of the phone ringing, but eventually it gets me.  But not easily.

Why?  Well, let me tell you...my mind had other plans for me while I slept.  Other plans of showing me all the possibilities of what could've happened after Downey so delicately kissed my cheek and said goodnight.  Of course I dreamed of that, right?  Of him going for my lips instead of the door.  Of what it would possibly feel like to have that scruff of his against my jaw.  What he would taste like, what he would do with his hands...

And then there's that damn phone.

Groaning once awake, I reach by my pillow, searching for it, and then I make the realization that it isn't my phone, but the hotel phone ringing.  So I push myself up, yawning before I clear my throat to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Miss Thomas?" an unfamiliar voice asks.

"Yes?" I confirm.

"Mr Downey requested a wake up call, ma'am," they tell me.  "And he also advised you to check your text messages..." he said with hesitation, obviously feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Uh...thanks, I will," I reply and stifle another yawn.

When I hang up the phone, the coolness on my cheek reminds me of the night before.  The feeling of his kiss still lingers there, and I'm immediately brought back into my dream, but...  No, not now.  It's premiere day, and I'm sure there's lots to do...

I stumble over to my bag and retrieve my phone, looking at the time and the messages.  Fuck, it's nearly eleven again, I gotta stop doing this...though I must admit, it feels great to actually sleep for once.  There's a question mark text from my mom, following up on the invitation that I never replied to, and one from Robert...

I answer my mom first.

R: plans with Dev, how about monday?

And then I look at Robert's text.

R: Setting a wakeup call for you.  I'll be doing a small interview in the morning.  Hair and makeup in the conference room downstairs at one, so don't be late.  We leave around three thirty out the back.  Don't stray too far.

All of this prep for one small night?!  Ugh.  This is why I hate dressing up.

On another note, I really need to change how my texts display, because two R's is gonna get confusing...  So, I go to the address book and smirk, changing his contact name, probably for the better in case I ever lose my phone, to Tony Stark, just for the hell of it.

And then I groan, realizing I only have a couple hours before I'm needed.  I decide quickly to spend them raiding the very end of the hotel breakfast in the lobby, which takes roughly a half hour, and then I'm back up in my room, readying a shower, which I sit in too long.  To be honest, I had a small period of time that I spent literally sitting on the shower floor under the water, quite possibly reliving my dream.  Once I snapped out of that, though, I forced myself to get out and get moving, spending another good period of time on drying my hair.  Finally, I find some decent clothes for the time being, then grab my phone to before I have to be downstairs.

I'm not gonna lie...it's pretty intimidating going to the conference hall, especially when I show up and have to show ID to even get in.  Security stands on either side of the double doors, their hands clasped and standing still, ready and alert.  Thankfully, they're quick to check their list and then I'm ushered in, met with a couple makeup artists and stylists, who are already going to work on Robert in a chair to the far side.