Eyes On Fire (Robsten Love Story)

Chapter 6 - Soho House

I pulled into the parking lot of Soho House. I didn't see any paparazzi as of yet. I walked around the front to enter the doors to the restaurant when there were two of them. One snapped a shot of me and I felt like I'd been shot, like with a gun. How did they even know I was coming here? I stopped pondering and hurried inside the restaurant but not before sticking my middle finger up into the camera lens. Print that in your fucking magazines.

I walked in the restaurant immediately taking in the gorgeous decor. The walls were hung with dim lights, creating a romantic glow. There was a lit candle in the middle of each table which were draped in silky cloth. Wow. Rob really knew how to pick for the occasion. I reserved a table quickly, asking to be sat at the back, in the more private area, away from prying eyes. The paparazzi were still snapping shots of my backside through the window much to my annoyance. If Rob's car didn't drive past the window at that moment I would have gave another few pictures of my middle finger to the paparazzi, which I just noted had tripled in size. I hurried to my table, quickly telling the guy at the reservation stand that my boyfriend would be here in a few minutes and to tell him where I was. I sat down and basked in the warm glow of the atmosphere. I assumed Rob entered at that moment, I heard a muffled conversation and then Rob casually walked into the private area greeting me with his beautiful face before sitting down in front of me, the candle flickering in between us. I stared at him, taking him all in. I didn't want to remember the torture it was like without him. I felt softer around Rob, almost vulnerable, I thought of myself as a tough woman and I kept up walls to keep myself protected but when I was around Rob, they came down. I continued to stare at him, taking in every inch of his gorgeous face. The face I had gone months without. 

"You're so beautiful..." He murmured softly, bringing me back from my thoughts and I realised I'd been staring at him far too long but he was also staring at me too so I didn't feel uncomfortable.

"This place..." I muttered, biwilderment filling my face. "It's amazing." I gestured to the warm glow of the restaurant and the privacy as I basked in the warm atmosphere. I moved my gaze from around the room back to his, our eyes meeting. 

"I know places," He smiled. "I wanted it to be special."

I smiled as happiness filled my body, running through me like an electric current. I sat twirling Bella's wedding ring around my finger.

"You still wear that?" He asked; his voice held slight amazement. 

"Yeah, of course, and this too," I said pointing to the his locket which hung around my neck proudly. 

He smiled his dazzling smile. He was so beautiful. He pushed the candle to the side and leant over the small table to kiss me. I loved the feel of him, the feel I'd gone without for so long. Whenever we kissed it sent my heart fluttering and it wasn't until someone cleared their throat that we pulled away. I felt myself blush a startling scarlet. That was another thing, when we were together we forgot anyone else and we became almost oblivious to our surroundings. We had some sort of bubble, separated from anything else but each other. It was beautiful thing. To be this deeply in love. The cough came from an awkward waiter, who was blushing slightly, from our kissing I guessed.

I picked up the menu and scanned the list ordering Italian whilst Rob ordered some spicy food, I wasn't sure what exactly. He looked me in the eyes when the waiter walked away. He gave me a smile when his face suddenly turned to a frown. 

"Damn paparazzi. How did they even know...?" He trailed off, looking frustrated. 

I put my hand on his, which was resting on the table. There wasn't many people here so it gave me the courage to display my love for Robert. 

"Just ignore them. I gave them a few hand signals which they can print in their lousy magazines so don't worry about it." I gave laugh. 

"You always do that. I don't think it offends them enough though; they keep coming back."

I was about to respond when the waiter gave us our food, placing then in front of us. Quick service.

"You know," I mused, glancing at Rob's spicy chicken. "I'll be surprised if you can eat that without drinking any water to extinguish that burning fire that will happen in your mouth."

"Excuse me?" He laughed, an amused expression on his face. 

"Usually, you can't handle spicy food." I gave a cocky smile.

He smiled, clearly remembering the same thing I was: the day on the set of 'Eclipse' when we were eating really spicy Cheetos and he couldn't handle it. We ate for awhile then, looking at each other occasionally over the flickering candle. I watched him carefully, waiting for him to dive for his water.

"Impressive," I said, wiping my mouth with a napkin. "You haven't gone for your water once."

It was then I noticed his face was red and he started panting and waving his hand in front of his mouth frantically. I gave a laugh as he chugged his water. He put his water down and laughed with me. He wasn't just my boyfriend; but my best friend too. 

"Look, you're eating lasagna, you can't say anything."

"I like Italian food and Italy, one of my favourite shooting locations just for the food." I admitted. "But don't forget our Cheetos challenge that day on the 'Eclipse' set. I won. I only like spicy food when it's so hot that I can't feel my face afterwards."

"You're nuts Kris." He said, his face still red from the spicy food. 

Soon after, we ordered a dessert to share. It was a huge chocolate sundae. We sat for awhile reminiscing old times.

"Remember the end of 'Twilight' and all the little frogs were croaking in the pond?" He laughed.

"I swear that day I killed your toes. I'd stand on them for the scene with my big ass cast and then I'd forget to get off your feet. You know I'm pretty sure that's why they've gone bad." I laughed taking another spoon full of ice-cream.

"Probably is actually, thanks Kris," He thanked sarcastically. "What about when I visited you on the set of 'Snow White' and you nearly broke a thumb? You're so clumsy."

"Oh man! Yeah, it turned out to be a really bad ligament tear. Dwarves. They're pesky little creatures."

We carried on enjoying the night; completely oblivious to the time. I looked up at the clock hung on the wall and gasped. It was getting late, we'd been here for hours. I hoped it was long enough to send the paparazzi away bored, but then I thought, no. They'd never give up. Rob saw me gasp and looked at the clock too. For the time, I was full of energy. I was full of Rob. We decided to give the bill and leave out the back door with permissions from the owner. Rob gave me a quick kiss on the forehead. 

"I'm coming back to your place." 

And then we both left for our cars. The paps only noticed me as I was on my way out the parking lot. I made sure to give them two fingers this time before speeding back towards home. Rob was close behind and we got home without being followed. We busted into my house, and I went straight to my room and undid my heels, and let my hair down. Rob grabbed me from behind; spinning me around into his arms and kissing me strongly.

I've had to write this chapter twice. I was writing for around 2 hours and my iPod decided to be the biggest ass fucker in the world and didn't save my mother fucking story. Man, I'm so pissed it was dead long, so sorry if it sucks, I can't remember what I put the first time exactly. Next chapter will be Rated R? It would be help full if some of you commented to let me know if you want me to type the scene or not. Thanks. And votes appreciated. ~ WorshipStew