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cilldaracailin · 5 years ago

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Friends Will Be Friends

And I am back with the next story in the Robyn and Taron series! I always seem to say the same thing over and over and over again but there isn’t any other way to say Thank you for all the reads, likes, loves and comments! I appreciate them all.

So moving on to the next part! Hope you all enjoy :)

“No distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other's worth.”

Taron had barely stripped himself of his jacket when his doorbell rang. He had to find his balance when he stood on the strap of his duffle and lost his footing, jumping a little to regain his poise and jogged a to the door. He opened it and a grin filled his tired features.

“Hello chicken!”

“Hey Taron.”

He pulled Robyn in for a close hug and kissed her cheek, before wrapping her up in a very tight squishy cuddle. “Come on in.” He stepped back and let Robyn walk into his home. “The journey was ok?” He asked slipping his hand onto the handle of her case and taking it off her, wondering a little why she needed to bring her large suitcase when she was only with him for two nights especially when she had brought a much smaller one for her night’s stay at Elton’s but didn’t question it, knowing there was probably a good reason why.

“Yeah it really good thank you. I didn’t have to rush packing this time.”

Taron brought her case in to his house and closed the door. “Welcome to my bachelor pad.” He grinned.

“How are you?” Asked Robyn as she looked at Taron, taking in his handsome but weary appearance, dressed in his blue jeans and a black hoodie.

“Don’t even get me started. What a fucking mess.”

Robyn laughed. It was becoming Taron’s catchphrase and she knew there was always a great story coming after he had said those particular four words. “Right go on. Tell me about it.”

“You want a tour first?” Asked Taron as left her case by his couch beside his own bag.

“No, I want to hear about the mess.”

“At least sit down first.” Taron gestured to his couch and Robyn sat in the corner, grinning as she took her coat off. “Don’t say it.” He laughed as he sat on the opposite end. “Don’t. I am currently looking to invest in a new one. A squishier one. Not an L one. I don’t have the space like you do but one you can sink into.”

“I am saying nothing. So, tell me about the mess.”

It was the weekend of Taron’s birthday celebrations with his family and Robyn had taken a half day at work and went straight to the airport to take a flight to Birmingham before taking the train to Aberystwyth and getting a taxi to Taron’s house. Taron himself had great intentions of meeting Robyn at the train station and taking the evening to show her around his home town, bringing her for dinner, but his flight from New York was horribly delayed and he had a car pick him up at the airport to try and make up for his lost time and literally arrived a minute before Robyn did, instead of five hours earlier. He was thoroughly exhausted and frustrated beyond belief with how his perfectly planned evening had been a disaster. Robyn had been her usual understanding and practical self when he called her from the airport in New York, telling him that they had most of Sunday to stroll around Aberystwyth and when they saw each other in a few hours, there was no point in rushing to get to dinner. Instead she suggested to him that they should chill on the couch for the evening and watch some TV and relax before they met with Taron’s family the next day, Robyn sure it was what he needed more than anything else especially after she had heard that his flight had been delayed.

“You look knackered Taron.” Smiled Robyn as she looked at her friend, trying to steer him away from the subject of the mess. “Works been hard huh?”

“I thought going just into dialogue would have been easier than the stunts. I was very wrong. It has been tough. Six am starts and long days. I forgot how gruelling it was. I was so excited to get to the airport this morning knowing we got to see each other and to see my family tomorrow but then I found out my flight was delayed. Sitting in the airport waiting and then on the plane waiting again just annoyed me. Just typical when we had plans. Do you think we will ever have a successful plan executed?” He asked with clear displeasure in his voice.

“So, you are annoyed and tired.” Robyn smiled as she watched his face frown and scowl with annoyance as he re-told the tale of his travelling that afternoon. He looked completely stressed out and she could tell he was extremely bothered by the whole experience as he spoke with his hands. “You need some serious head scratching.”

“Ugh that sounds like heaven at the moment but don’t you want to see around my flat first? You are literally just in the door and we have been sitting here talking about my travel disaster. Not the way I wanted our weekend to start.”

“Please don’t start worrying or stressing Taron. I am here, you are here. That is all that matters and I know you are pissed but I am delighted to have had a smooth travel day!”

Taron groaned and ran his hands down his face. “How about a drink?”

“No, I am good.”

“Robyn. You are in my home and I need to be a gracious host. I might not have a fridge of baked goods but I can get you something to drink.” Taron started to stand up but Robyn pulled on his hand and he sat back down.

“You have been on a long flight, sat in an airport for near five hours before you even got on the plane, probably been up at an ungodly hour and were on set till all hours last night and I can see the stress building quickly in your eyes. I don’t need anything but for you to relax. It’s your birthday weekend and your mother will know immediately if you haven’t slept and have a million things on your mind when you see her tomorrow.”

“She has already been on the phone to me, telling me I need to sleep and have a fresh face for tomorrow.”

Robyn grinned at him. “I am very much looking forward to meeting your mam and your sisters and step-dad.”

“Jesus my sisters haven’t stopped calling me all week to talk about it. You had better follow through with this promise of Elsa plaits.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I came prepared with bobbins.”

“And my mam is going to feed you for the whole day.”

“And show me baby pictures.”

Taron groaned. “As much as I am delighted to see you again so quickly, I don’t think this weekend is going to end well for me. When you and my mam get together, I see some serious girl talk about to happen.”

“I look forward to it. I don’t have a sister so I need to get a lot of girl talk in this weekend.”

“So how about that drink.” Asked Taron as he got up from the couch again but Robyn took his hand once more and made him sit back down.

“You need to try and relax. Let’s do some zen. Right follow me.” Robyn moved to sit crossed legged opposite him, as he pouted while he sat at the other side of the couch and pressing her thumbs against her index fingers of each hand, moved her hands in a downward motion in front of her face towards her stomach. “Shhh. Shhh.” She said closing her eyes. She opened one and looked at her friend and he was just sitting and staring at her. “Come on Taron! Zen with me!” Robyn did it again and barely made it through another when she started to laugh, Taron soon laughing with her, belly deep laughs coming from both of them. “Right so are you relaxed now?” She asked him. “Feel better?”

“Oh Robyn, you never cease to amaze me and make me smile. Yes, so much better. What on earth is that zen thing?” He asked her.

“One of the kids in preschool does it. It is very funny. Thought you needed a laugh.”

“I am so glad you are here this weekend. I need a bit of chill out time. It’s going to be fun.”

“Yes, it is.”

“Right so that drink and tour.” He said again but Robyn shook her head.

“It can wait. I have something for you and I want you to stay sitting.”

“Another gift? Seriously? We promised each other no gifts this weekend.”

“And I agreed to that.”

“Then what are you doing giving me something?”

“You will just have to wait and see. Have some patience.”

“Okie dokie.”

Robyn stood up and knelt in front of her case. She opened it and zipped the left side. On top of the few clothes she had brought, she had a wrapped present in black wrapping paper. She lifted it out and getting to her feet, sat beside Taron on the couch and handed it to him. “Happy Birthday.” She said smiling.

“Really?”

“What do you mean really Taron? It was your birthday two days ago.”

“You got me a present?”

“Is the concept of birthdays new to you? Generally, it’s a tradition on a birthday. You get a present.” She rose her eyebrow at him.

“You already rang me and sang happy birthday to me.”

“On your actually birthday day yes, but I didn’t get you a present.” She gently patted the top of the present that sat on his lap. “This is your birthday present.”

“Seriously Robyn?”

“Seriously Taron?” She repeated making her voice low.

“We agreed no gifts.”

“I know but it is your birthday weekend and this doesn’t fall under our conversation of not getting each other presents. It is a birthday present for your birthday so be quiet and say thank you.”

“Thank you, Robyn.” He said a little smirk on his lips.

“You are very welcome.”

“This is a huge present.” He said as he looked down to the large wrapped gift on his lap.

“Not really. Are you going to open it?” Asked Robyn. “Or do you want to me to tell you what is inside?”

“Don’t you dare. I am going to open it. It’s my birthday present. It’s squishy. Is it cwtch?”

“Cwtch still doesn’t have a passport and is waiting for his hypnotherapy to get over his fear of airplanes and flying.”

Taron laughed as he started to rip the black wrapping paper from the present Robyn had given him. “You didn’t.” Taron stopped pulling the paper from the present on his knees and looked at her before he made quick work of tearing all the paper off and throwing the wrapping on the floor beside him. “Robyn!” He exclaimed as he lifted up the grey teddy bear throw with white fleece lining. “You got me a throw just like yours.”

“Nope.”

“But that is what this is.”

“This is the throw.”

Taron looked to her confused. “The throw?” He looked down to the cosy blanket in his hands and then back to Robyn. He looked to his hands again and then picked up the corner of the throw down beside his legs. A piece of it was missing. The piece she had stuck into his memory book. “Robyn…” He breathed. “This is your throw from your couch.”

“Happy birthday.” She smiled.

“You gave me your throw?” He asked incredulously. “But you love this throw.”

“I know but I also know you love it too and it’s your favourite thing to snuggle with and sleep in and seeing as how you are back on set and are going to need to get as much sleep as you can, I thought maybe this will help you when you go back to New York. Also, there was a birthday card in that wrapping paper that you threw on the floor.”

Taron sheepishly grinned and bent down and routed through the paper and picked up the birthday card from the floor. He opened the envelope and the card, reading the sweet simple message inside. “Thank you Robyn but I can’t take this.” He said with his hands on the throw.

“Yes you can. I don’t have the receipt and there is a little corner cut out of it too and also someone kept sleeping in it so even if I wanted to return it I couldn’t.”

“Robyn this is your throw.”

“No, it is yours.”

“You love this throw.”

“No, I love my new throw.” She laughed. “I am kidding! I am kidding!” She said when she saw his face turn. “I want to give it to you Taron. I don’t have a new one but this one is for you.”

“But it’s from your couch.”

“I have cwtch to keep me warm and your hoodie. I want you to have this.”

Taron looked at her and knew he was fighting a losing battle. “Thank you Robyn. I love this throw.”

She grinned. “I know. I want you to bring it back to New York with you. I know it helps you sleep and you look like you need a lot of that.”

“I will and I do and it will help a lot.” Taron reached over and gave her a hug. “Thank you.”

Rubbing his back and dipping her fingers in his hair at his neck, she gave him a squeeze. “You are very welcome. Happy Birthday.”

“Would you like a tour now?”

“Sure.”

Taron took her hand, and leaving the throw on his couch and gave Robyn a full run down of flat. “No air con or rainfall shower but it’s home.” He said once he was finished and they were sitting on the bed in the guest room.

“It’s lovely Taron. I really like it here.”

“Thanks Robyn.”

“So where are you going to sleep?” He asked looking to her for a brief moment before turning his eyes to the ground.

“Sleep?”

“Hmm.”

“Well this room I would imagine.” She answered him. “It is your guest room and I am your guest.”

“Yeah?” He asked lifting his eyes to take in hers.

She furrowed her eyebrows and looked at him confused. “Yes? It’s a guest room. Where your guests sleep.” She saw him avoid her eyes again and start to fidget with his hands and then it clicked with her. “Ahh I see. You are getting used to sharing a bed with me.” She smiled. “Our previous sleeping arrangements were because of circumstances. I have one bed, granted it is a very big one and could probably sleep five people and Elton had one bed. Your home has two. I will take one and you can take yours. Are you pouting?” She asked laughing.

“No.” He sulkily replied.

“That is such a pout!” She nudged him with her shoulder. “I will sleep here and you will sleep in your own bed with your new throw. It makes sense Taron.”

“I thought I made a good pillow.”

“Absolutely you do, but now that there are two beds, I will be taking my own.”

“This is going to be weird.”

“Why?”

“We have always shared a bed.”

Robyn laughed and placed her hand on Taron’s arm. “Oh I am sorry for laughing Taron but you have such a sad little puppy dog look right now and it is absolutely adorable. Sure, we have always shared a bed but only because we had to. Now we don’t. I will happily sleep here.” Taron still looked terribly sad. “I will tell you what. You look utterly shattered so why don’t we head to the couch and pop a movie on, wrap you up in your lovely new throw and you can get a free scratchy head massage.”

“If you hadn’t of mentioned the scratchy head massage, this would not be a deal but I missed out on a head massage at Elton’s and it has been a long day of traveling.”

Robyn smiled. “So easy to bribe you. Food and massages.” She laughed as she got up and walked out of the guest bedroom, Taron following her back toward his sitting room.

Twenty minutes later, Robyn was sitting in the corner of the couch with Taron’s head on her lap. He was curled up neatly on the rest of the couch, with his new throw laid over his legs. It had been one hell of a day for him and finally something was going right. Robyn’s fingers felt wonderful on his head and she easily kneaded his shitty day away.

“Do you have a picture of us in frame on your fireplace?” She asked him.

“Hmm.” He answered her with a hum.

“Really?”

“Well yeah Robyn.” Taron turned his head so he could look up to her. “I love that photo of us and of course I was going to have a picture of us in my home.” Taron lay his head back down and looked to the photo, the one he had taken the night before he left her home where Robyn lay against him with her hand on his chest over his heart. “It’s one of my favourites.”

“I have a picture of us on the piano.”

“Did you take down my selfies?” He asked her.

“No Taron. Your selfies are still on my wall. I have a picture of us from Elton’s on my piano.”

“From Elton’s? One of the ones I sent you?”

“No, one of the ones the media took. Of course one of the ones you sent me, you tosspot.”

“Don’t even mess about the media Robyn.”

“And you don’t get your boxers in a twist over it again. We have already had this conversation and this weekend is not going to be tarnished with that again.”

It wasn’t the picture of Robyn and Taron posing together for the paparazzi that had annoyed Taron. In fact, he had actually really liked how their chosen outfits looked incredible as they matched, teasing Robyn about the fact that she absolutely looked like she belonged in his world.

It was the picture of Robyn with her hand on Taron’s cheek and his eyes closed, his head leaned the tiniest bit into her hand and the one where his kissed her at the side her lips that got the most attention and spiralled the media and internet very quickly that had irritated him. He liked the picture but hated the reaction from it. Various headlines appeared in the newspapers on the Monday that called Taron out for being more than just friends with Robyn and that he carried a ‘look of love’ as Robyn held his face. Their co-ordinated outfits had been scrutinised by the press and they, much to Taron’s infuriation, claimed that the ‘newly star-crossed lovers’ had dressed to make a statement of their new relationship, that they had in fact knew each other before the events of the 7/11 and used it as a cover it for their affair.

Lyndsey had phoned Taron once the morning papers had been placed on the shelves to talk to him and listened to him rant and rave before she got the chance to give her take on the pictures and the stories that were wrote underneath, trying to get him to understand that if actually read the stories properly, only two papers had ran with the lover story, while the rest focused on Elton’s auction and the money raised for his foundation.

While Lyndsey eased Taron’s worries around the papers, Robyn helped him with his anxiety with the social media reaction to their pictures. He was furious as before with her for reading all of the comments and having read some himself he was close to tears with the wicked words some people had wrote about his best friend and the person who had saved his life. It hurt him so much because Robyn meant so much to him and for others to just mouth off without knowing anything was extremely hurtful to him. As before, the majority of the comments were nice but Taron was so focused on the vile ones that Robyn had to turn his attention to how once again most were so grateful that she had been there for him.

“Yeah alright.” He sighed and sighed more happily as Robyn’s fingers dug a little deeper into his head.

“We are over it.”

“We are.” He repeated. “Ugh Robyn, I need one of these every day. Are you ready to come and move you and your couch over to me? I mean I already have your throw and if cwtch is working on his fear of flying, he will be here in no time too.”

She smiled and lifted her right hand from his shoulder and added it to his head. “You are never getting cwtch. He is mine.” She said. “So what time are we meeting your family tomorrow?”

“At the crack of dawn if my sisters had their way, but I have talked them around to a ten am start instead. I hope that is not too early for you after traveling.”

“My travelling was quicker than yours and you flew across continent. You need the sleep not me.” She laughed.

“I have my new old throw. I’ll sleep.”

“Yes you will.” She agreed.

“They also want waffles.” He said really quickly, his words blurred together.

“They want what now?” She asked, her hands stalling in his hair.

“Waffles?” He said again. “For breakfast. My mam bought a waffle maker.”

“Well I think we can do that Taron. We can make waffles.”

“Oh no. They want you to make the waffles. Not me. They want Robyn’s waffles.”

Robyn chuckled and she started to rub his head again. “Is tomorrow going to be a play by play of the book I made for you? I know they love it.”

“Possibly. Actually, the girls were supposed to be going to a sleep over at their friend’s house tomorrow night, which left us adults free to have dinner together but it fell through at the last minute so they are utterly disappointed that their perfect day of meeting Robyn and having a slumber party was ruined. I think they are trying to make up for it by stuffing as much in as they can with you tomorrow. The Elsa plaits were for the benefit of their friends. I think they wanted to show off a little.”

“Ahh Taron they must be utterly disappointed about the sleep over. That is every little girls dream to sit up all night giggling and of course they wanted to show off their Elsa plaits.”

“There were a lot of tears.”

“Poor little chickens. I would love to make waffles with them and still give them Elsa plaits. I am very excited to finally meet them. Tomorrow we will make their day special.”

“I am going to be pushed to the side.”

“Taron you have had your Robyn time, two whole weeks of it actually. Now it’s time for your family to have a little fun.”

He groaned and rolled over onto his back so he could look up at her. “I know my sisters and mam adore you already but this weekend is just going to tip them over the edge. Maybe I will stay here and sleep and leave you to it.”

Robyn grinned down at him. “Yeah that’s a great idea. Let the girls play.”

“Wish you had of brought cwtch now.” He laughed. “We could have had sat in our boxers, with a beer and watch some football.”

Robyn laughed out loud, enjoying how Taron laughed with her. It had only been two weeks since she had seen him but she had missed his easy smile and laugh, even more so when their last few conversations had been strained and heated, both getting slightly frustrated with each other at the opposite reaction they had to the media. It was nice just to sit with him and have their usual easy-going conversation.

“First off, you watching football? I don’t think so and second Cwtch doesn’t own clothes.”

“That’s ok with me. I have sat on this couch with no clothes before.”

“Ugh Taron, you know I love you but that is way too much information.”

“Robyn, how do you know I haven’t sat all over your house with no clothes on. You were in work and I was home alone.”

It was Taron’s turn to squirm a little as she moved her left hand down to his side and gently tickled him. “Maybe I need to go home and sterilise my couch and bed.”

“Hmm maybe.”

“I am definitely asking your mother for all of your baby photos and there had better be one of you in a bathtub.”

She reached for his side again but his right hand caught hers and brought it back to his hair. “I am still running with the idea to stay here on my couch tomorrow.”

“Your mam will drag you home whether you are wearing clothes or not. Do you want to be walked through Aberystwyth like that?”

“So, waffles made by sisters and best friend tomorrow.”

“Sounds like a wonderful breakfast.” Smiled Robyn as she resumed her left hand in his hair while her right moved to rest on his chest over his heart.

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