Every Breath You Take [RDJ Fanfic] - COMPLETED

Nineteen

I don't think I dreamed at all that night.  I don't think I really even slept at all that night.  My heart was racing a thousand beats a second when I finally left the car and made it to my hotel room.  I couldn't really release any info to Devin, part of the contracts I signed, so I couldn't even tell her much.  I did text her and tell her I'd explain it all when I got back, but I couldn't really risk someone finding out I texted her.  It sucks.

I tried taking a shower, hoping that would help me calm down, but the whole day kept replaying in my head.  Especially the parts with Robert.  His closeness at lunch.  The jealous little fit at the trailers...  I don't even want to check social media, because I'm certain my notifications are blowing up from his tag.

And then I'm plunging into the fact that I'm actually getting paid to have that song played.  For so many years, that's all I wanted.  And now it's happening.

I promised him I wouldn't take a pill, and I so desperately want to so I can be prepared for the next day, but I force myself not to.  It's only one day.  And he'll know if I did or not.  He was so open with me in the car on the way back, and I just can't risk losing that.  God, it's weird that I'm worried about our friendship and not if the actor in him is still gonna like me, isn't it?  I mean, we're friends, yeah...but this will never not be surreal.  This must be how my aunt and uncle feel with every one of their connections...though they're more professional.

It's nearly two in the morning when I glance at my phone with a frustrated growl. I don't want to keep looking at the clock, but I can't help it.  I feel like I've been laying in the bed for ages, and as nice as it is, I'm restless.

And then I remember; fuck, it's his birthday.  Two hours in and I've yet to say happy birthday.

I immediately jump to Twitter, deciding to be more public about our friendship, and find a gif of himself blowing a kiss to the camera for good effect; he'll love it.  Anything with his face he loves, let's be honest... 

@Rachel_Thomas Happy birthday to the dorkiest person I know...honored to spend it with you.  Have the best day, @RobertDowneyJr!

I glance it over, knowing if I send this, the entire internet is going to question us. But he's made it clear before he doesn't care who sees us together...and he's also made it clear we're just friends.   So I mentally shrug, then try to get back to bed.  Thankfully, this time, I'm able to catch a few hours.

But morning comes all too early, and my phone is suddenly going off.  I yawn, grabbing it, and answer it without looking at the incoming call.

"What?" I groan into the pillow, voice raspy and heavy.

"Ouch, rough night?"

I jump at Downey's voice, realizing I must've sounded like a complete ass.  Then, I roll over in bed, observing the light coming through the large window, and I look at the time on my phone briefly; almost ten.

"Fuck..." I mumble.  "Sorry, I didn't sleep that great, and I forgot to set an alarm..."

He chuckles lightly on the other end, voice making my heart throb even through the phone.  "I gotta be there by eleven.  Do you want me to pick you up or come back for you later?"

I run a hand through my hair, tossing the blankets off of me.  "Uh...how far are you?"

"I can be there in fifteen."

"Can you make it twenty?  And I'll come with."

"You're gonna make me cut it close, Thomas," he laughs.  "But for you, of course.  See you soon."