Meant To Be (F)

[Icee]

umm... i'm really not sure how this works...or even if i'm doing this right...any ways this is the first story i've written that i'm going to post... there was going to be a part two but i'd like to know if you like it first. so this is what happens when Kristen Stewart comes down with a cold right before an event.

"Huh…HUH…huh-CSHOO!!!” Kristen sneezed into a tissue; shaking the bed in the hotel room as it the sneeze bent her forwards. “Bless you.” Rob rolled his eyes, went back to his the tie on his tuxedo. “Kris, you’re sick, just stay here. I’ll keep the damn paparazzi away from you when I get back.” The tissue was still pressed to her face as she was enveloped in a harsh, dry coughing fit. “Doe. I’b dot sick, I cad do this. If I stay, they’ll woder why ad id’ll be all over the papers, I’b fide…” she trailed off as she got up, and almost ran into the wall, only managing to stop when he caught her shoulders. “Kristen, you’re being ridiculous, you can barely walk, you’re that dizzy.” Secretly, Rob was enjoying this quite a bit, not that he would ever let on. Kristen grabbed her hanger of outfit and went for the bathroom. She regretted her choice of such a short dress, but it was too late to change her mind now. She pulled the dress on and started on her make up, but her hand was shaking so much, she knew she’d never get it in the right spots. “Rob! Cobe do by stupid bake up!” Rob walked in, all dressed and ready. “Can you really not get your make up on?” Kristen held up a finger and sneezed into her elbow, as no tissue was at hand. “AH-CHOO! Do, I can’t, by dab had is shakidg. Cad you do by bascara, please?” “Bless you.” Rob took the little brush in his right hand and steadied Kristen’s face with his other. She blinked right on cue as the brush hovered on her upper lashes, which was when her breathing quickened. “Kris?” he asked, suspiciously. “Other eye.” She panted. But before he could do her other eye, they both closed, and she was out like a rock on the floor.

Fifteen minutes later, a tickle in her nose woke Kristen; she rolled to her side and sneezed wetly into the tissue that was somehow pressed against her sore nose. Her hands moved up to take it, replacing Rob’s and she blew heartily. Her head pounded, and she was freezing, her sinuses were insanely blocked up, all the way through her head. Her throat hurt worse than earlier, and she had to sneeze again. Her eyes flew open, reaching for another tissue. Rob handed it to her and she sneezed twice more into it, “HUH-CSHOO!! UH-SCHOO!! Oh god, whad the hell?” Rob’s hand moved soothingly on her forehead “bless you, Kris”. Some way or another, her dress had been removed, and she was in her favorite pair of pajamas, the warmest set she had. So how was she this cold? “Open up Kristen, don’t argue for once.” His voice was warm and comforting. Enough so to make Kristen open her mouth obediently, and Rob slipped something under her tongue. A thermometer. “Rob, I’b dod sick, this is udesessary.” Her words were altered even more by the device sticking out of her mouth. Rob gently pulled the thermometer out and pressed his finger to her lips, stopping her hoarse speech. Then he looked at the plastic device in his hand and declared triumphantly, “101.7 you’re staying here.” Kristen opened her eyes again and croaked “give be thad, id’s dod righd.” She pushed herself up on the pillows and cleared the thermometer, then stuck it back under her tongue. When the beep sounded, she took it out, read it, and groaned. Rob took it and read it. “101.8, my point exactly, Kris. Do you want me to stay with you?” Kristen coughed and nodded weakly. Rob got up and went for his cell phone; of all the events Kristen could get sick for, this was the best one she could choose. It was a very minor thing.

When the cancelation was made, Rob went back to the bed, where Kristen was curled up in a little ball, shivering violently. Rob stared. “How are you cold Kristen, it’s… seventy four degrees in here.” Poor Kris just reached for a tissue and blew her nose. Rob went and got in bed with her, pulling her close, and gradually, her shaking ceased, and soon, her stuffy, raspy breathing became even.

Edited March 28, 2011 by Vetinari

[Owen]

This is really gd for a first story! Part 2 would be great if you want to continue

[Icee]

This is really gd for a first story! Part 2 would be great if you want to continue

the only reason i haven't written a part two, is because i'm not quite sure where to go with it... any suggestions?

[smiles15]

I love you for this.

Absolutely. Love. You.

I'm such huge fans of Kris and Rob (And Robsten *squeals*).

This is amazing.<33

Please continue!

And as for suggestions,

I'd just say mindless care-taking fluff.

But some people don't like fluff so whatever floats your boat.

Thank youuu for writing this!<33

[sneezes]

i really like it plz keep going.

[Icee]

thanks guys! i'll try to get part two out as soon as i'm done my other story's part two

[Alexandria]

Please Write MOre!!!!!!!!

[Icee]

thanks a ton for the nice feedback guys, and please keep it coming. there will be a next part after this one, but i'm stuck. i can continue with this first person thing (i would make it awesome), or, i could whitch to kstews POV (i would make that awesomer) first person to answer this gets their wish!

sorry it's kinda short, i'm working on four other stories at the same time!

When he was sure she was asleep, Rob crept out of the bed and to the bathroom, where he’d seen some aspirin earlier. Truth be told, Kristen’s state had him pretty worried. He shook a pill out of the plastic bottle, then walked over to the phone in the room and called room service as quietly as he could. When he’d completed that task, he went back to the bed and set the aspirin on the nightstand. If he woke her up, he had a hunch she wouldn’t go back to sleep for a while, and right now she needed all the rest she could get. So he waited until there was an abrupt knock on the door, which made him jump slightly, which shook the bed, which woke Kristen. “Damn.” He muttered as he went to answer it. As he’d expected, it was the food. He wheeled the trolley to the bed. Kristen rolled over and coughed into her elbow, then groaned into the pillow. “You sound horrible.” Rob commented, and handed her the pill and some water. “I feel horrible.” She whispered her throat too sore for anything louder, and gulped down the medicine, wincing, “why is there a table in here?” He smiled. “Because I ordered food.” She seemed to perk up a little at that, pushing herself up on the pillows and looking at the table with fever-reddened eyes. “What is it?” she asked. He whisked the lid of the covered bowl to reveal chicken noodle soup. A smile pulled at the corners of her mouth, interrupted by a quick “huh-SHOO!!” that she caught into a tissue. Rob grabbed the spoon, and scooped up some of the soup. Kristen opened her mouth in mock eagerness, and in went the spoon. She savored the flavor before swallowing. “Well?” she nodded wearily in approval, and rob fed her another spoonful. The rest of the bowl went down in the same way. When she’d finished, Kristen snuggled back under the blankets, quaking slightly, and curled herself into his arms. After a moment of silence, she looked up at him, “rob?” she whimpered

“Hmm?”

“I dod’t feel good.” The way she said it was adorable.

“I know. Do you think you could go back to sleep? Rest will help you feel better.” He reached down and brushed her bangs out of her face. One of the strands, however, managed to tickle her already tickly nose, and her breath began to hitch. Rob pulled two tissues from the box on the nightstand and pressed them to her nose, “UH-CHOO!! ASCHOOO!! USHOOO!!” each sneeze was like a hit from sledge hammer, directly on her temple. She squeezed her eyes shut and leaned against her boyfriend, and he wrapped her in a warm embrace. “Ssh… go to sleep.” A tear slipped out of her eye, and he brushed it away, taking her face in his hand. “What’s wrong?” he asked, looking into her pretty green eyes. “By head hurts, by throat is killidg be, ad I hate beidg sick.” She looked at him with such utter defeat that he wasn’t sure what to do. “It's okay, Kris,” she rested her head on his shoulder, quaking slightly, from cold or emotion he couldn’t tell. Either way, he rocked her back and forth, until she fell back asleep.

[smiles15]

AWWWW. <33

I like, I like.

Good to hear there will be another part to this.

[SneezeformeKristen]

Ahhhhh I LOVE this. I love Kristen

[Icee]

hi peps! btw, sneezeformekristen, i love that username! this is part 3, possibly there will be a part 4, you guys' choice. i decided to switch to kristen's point of view, but that could change again if there is a part 4... :laugh: :D :D

I was desperately losing the battle against the tingling at the back of my nose. My sneezes were usually quiet, but whenever I got sick, they got louder and I had more trouble stifling them, the same trouble I was having now. My breath was coming in quick little gasps, and I knew I had to sneeze. Soon. I grabbed a tissue, which hovered in front of my face for a just moment before the tingle grew to the full blown sneezes that threw my head forward with the force, “ASCHIEW!! HUH-SHIEW!! ACHIIEEW!!!” the tingle remained, and I rubbed my nose cautiously, effectively bringing out the other sneeze. I didn’t like being sick. It was extremely uncomfortable, and to some degree, embarrassing. It’s not like I was permanently crippled or anything. There was a chuckle from the other side of the bed, and I rolled over to face Rob. “Cad I help you?” I was wiped. “You just sound so horrible. If I went and got you another aspirin, would you take it, or tell me to go get high or something?” I coughed into the pillow, swallowed, and croaked “I’d take id.” He squeezed my hand gently, and went to get it. When he came back, I swallowed the small round pill with water, and fell back against the blankets. I was tired, sure, but the kind of tired you get when you’re sick. Like all you want is to go to sleep, but you can’t. “How do you feel?” he asked, putting his arm around my shoulders. I tried to sniffle, but I’d managed to stop up my nose to the point where that just wasn’t going to happen. Instead, I grabbed a tissue, and blew. “sduffy.” The tingles returned while the tissue still at my nose, “ASHIEW!! Ugh, sdeezy, achy.” This was getting irritating. Why couldn’t I just get better already? Rob, still at my side, sighed and said, “Kris, everyone gets sick. It’s okay. You don’t need to feel awkward. That won’t help you get better.”

“Thadk you, captain obvious.” I snapped, though his words had affected me somewhat. Come to think of it, he’d been under the weather last week. Hmm…well, that’s probably why I was stuck in bed now with a cold in the middle of July. Wow. It was a really good thing he’d talked me out of going today. A sudden shiver reminded me that I was freezing my ass off, and I pulled his other arm around me. One of his hands reached up to feel my forehead, and I closed my eyes. “You’re burning up. Are you still cold?” I nodded feebly, and adjusted myself so my back was to his chest, and my knees were bent around his. “Do you need anything else?” I sneezed and shook my head no, coughing into my elbow and wiping my nose on my sleeve, too lazy to reach the entire 2 ½ feet to the box of tissues. I tried to fall back asleep, hoping I would feel better the next time I woke up.

again, apologies for shortness of this part. the only time i can guarantee that my parents won't come walking in is around 2 am

Edited May 1, 2011 by webgiz

[SneezeformeKristen]

hi peps! btw, sneezeformekristen, i love that username! this is part 3, possibly there will be a part 4, you guys' choice. i decided to switch to kristen's point of view, but that could change again if there is a part 4... :D :D

Thanks:) I love Kristen and this story part 4 plz!!!!!

[smiles15]

Awwww, I love it! Another part would be great

[Alexandria]

just love these two together!!! Can't wait for more!!!

[BootyBurgers]

This is seriously good please keep it going