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The Cure, Best Festival Headliner, NME Awards!

This is the interview, right after getting on stage to get their Award. He talked about the upcoming album and started a "we'll see!". An hour long noise? BRING US THAT NOW, ROBERT!

Vía © Roger O'Donnell's Instagram:

Pictures from the ceremony:

We'll be posting as many pictures as existing, keep an eye out!

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Valentine's day's coming up and it's on Friday, that already means things... if you ever wanted to send us Robert Smith directly to our beds with a jar of salted bread sticks, now is the time. AND forget about the bread sticks.

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Happy belated birthday to the man himself, the co-founder, man of music and genius, Lol Tolhurst. We thank you for everything that has been possible because of you, and we absolutely love you, Lol.

Sending al our best wishes and love from us, Cureheads.

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Happy 53 Birthday, Jason Cooper!

Today we celebrate an important day, we love you so much, Cooperman, thank you for everything, you're such an inspiration for each and every one of us. Here's to all that's yet to come! May future be full of epic drum solos and masterpieces, melodies, and your magic.

Sending all our best wishes and love from us, Cureheads!

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📢 We're happy to announce good news!

FascinationCure™ is cooking a surprise, what will surprise be about? Keep an eye out... Coming soon!

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Iconic The Cure Memorabilia:

The Curelendars, The Cure Unofficial calendars by Czech Republic The Cure fanbase. Here are only few of them. We absolutely do adore them!

Shout out to you, amazing fellow Cureheads!

For further info on the calendars, visit Czech Republic fanbase at:

©: http://www.thecure.cz

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HERE TO LISTEN TO ALL FELLOW CUREHEADS, Drop by, say hello!

Want to share your experiences, stories, thoughts, ideas, why you love that very song so much or... Why you can't listen to that very one song without it bringing such memories? Want to state how underrated an album is? State why you think one album got overrated?

Feeling like wanting to open up and confess that you're in love with Robert Smith and/or any of the members, former and current, (NOT like we don't have enough reasons...)? This is your family. We're here to listen to you. You matter. Everyone around here does.

You speak, we listen. Drop by the inbox, anon or not.

You're more than welcome!

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The Cure, nominated for "Best Festival Headliner" NME AWARDS 2020

The Cure is nominated for "Best Festival Headliner".

Rest of nominees sharing category are, (as published by NME).

Cardi B

Lana Del Rey

Stormzy

The 1975

Full list of nominees, by categories:

We HOPE The Cure is getting all the votes, being voted massively by each and every one, and winning the NME Best Festival Headliner Award, but... here's another way of voting for The Cure, as you can as well, cast your vote, vote for The Cure on the categories "Musical Moment of The Year 2019" and "Hero of The Year 2019"!

Hero of the Year + Musical Moment of the Year, cast your votes:

Time to spread the word, share and get THE CURE WINNING, CUREHEADS!

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THE CURE 2020 VALENTINE'S DAY COLLECTION!

It's Friday, and we know what that means... But, regardless if you're in love or not, or if you like or enjoy the day... You can be in love with yourself and with the best band ever, and wrap yourself some THE CURE VALENTINE'S DAY COLLECTION, this year!

Shop now, Cureheads!:

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The Cure, 2019 summer festivals documentary:

A new video has been published and shared via The Cure media platforms.

An intimate look at life with a touring crew.

Filmed from stage left during summer festival run of 2019.

The Cure sing Fascination Street to the amassed millions around the globe.

Filmed and edited by: Chadwick Merryweather.

YouTube Channel: Vampire Parrots

Enjoy it, Cureheads!

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Robert Smith: Feat & Collabs

A playlist brought to you by this devoted blog, to find and share all material that involves and features Robert Smith in any way.

Feel free to add your Spotify links in this four ways:

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Message: Inbox us your links.

Directly on Spotify: playlist is set as collaborative, so you can as well just add yours instantly on Spotify.

We'll check up each and every before they make it to the playlist.

Enjoy it, cureheads!

PLEASE, notice that there's more, that's not been published on Spotify... We'll be adding those as soon as they're, we hope.

Playlist artwork cover by: fascinationcure

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Today marks the day of a HUGE happy birthday to us all in this family.

It's David Bowie's birthday, one of Robert's friends, beloved and admired people. We're so immensely lucky we have them together for eternity.

Here's one of those treasured timeless jewels of moments, Quicksand, included in David Bowie's album Hunky Dory.

⚡ Happy birthday, David Bowie.

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Fan-Fiction Title: "Down on Fascination Street"

Chapter 2: "Good morning flu time! (A Few Hours After This)"

Pairing: Robert Smith + Reader (Y/N)

Introducing: Simon Gallup as himself.

Warnings: None.

Chapter 2 recap: Previously... Robert made you stay home and you accepted, he has given you one of his t-shirts to be used as a pajamas and it made you feel the happiest little thing but... Little did he know, that you've been feeling ill since a couple of days ago and that last night, you were struggling to catch breath while adjusting in bed because flu has finally hit you and he maybe didn't realize when he asked for a kiss before you both went to sleep... Or... Did he? Let's find out.

You woke up in the morning with your head snuggled right under Robert’s arm and a wicked headache. You moaned in pain and turned away from the angel next to you, immediately regretting it as you were struck with sudden cold air. Winter was definitely not a great time to have a cold like this…

You rubbed your eyes trying to get rid of the morning drowsiness before being pulled back to your previous position by a pair of hands. Although you didn’t see it you could feel Robert’s smirk as he wrapped his arms around you tightly and tangled your legs back together, trying to preserve the heat.

“…I have a headache.” You moaned again, slowly succumbing back to the warmth of his chest and the plethora of blankets and sheets around you.

“Do you want me to get you a pill?” He asked in his deep morning voice you loved so much. You thought for a second and shook your head. "Well... A couple pills, to be honest, not that you didn't pass it on me..."

“Oh... Sorry?" You retorted, in a funny tone "No… I don’t wanna swallow any more pills… I’m so sick of it!” He chuckled and kissed the top of your head.

“Go back to sleep then, baby… You’ll feel better when you wake up.” You sobbed through your stuffed nose and groaned before slowly but surely falling back asleep. -Maybe an hour later or more you woke up yet again this time, with a significant difference. You woke up alone… And without a headache.

You slowly sat up and looked around the room. He surely wasn’t here but from the kitchen, you could hear some sizzling.

Your feet hit the cold floor and you shivered, quickly grabbing your slippers and putting them on as well as a giant bathrobe. You slowly wobbled out of the bedroom, rubbing your eyes on the way.

You peeked into the kitchen and smiled a little. He looked just like you, with a messy head of hair, a red tinted nose, big ass robe and a pair of furry slippers. You walked over to him and put your head on his shoulder.

“Hello again.” He said and turned his head to the side to kiss your forehead and then returned his gaze to the pan in front of him.

"Breakfast?" You asked.

“Yep.” Robert replied putting extra pressure on the ‘p’.

“But we can’t even taste anything so why bother?” He chuckled

"Because even if we can’t feel it it’s still a nutritious meal and it’s good for you and also because..." he shot in the most romantic way "Uhh… Speak for yourself I am feeling pERFectly fine.” You giggled and moved aside to the coffee pot.

“Well when you put it like that I suppose it must be true.” He laughed and took the breakfast off the pan.

“If only Simon was this cooperative… he'd just allow you to keep home today.” You sneered and poured two cups of coffee for the two of you, setting them down on the table. You sat down on your seat and soon he joined you, bringing two plates full of food with him. After you were done eating he pulled out his box of cigarettes and put one in his mouth. You pouted and sat back in your chair, crossing your arms. Robert looked up at you and chuckled. “What are you looking at me like that for?”

“The cigarette. When will you stop smoking?” He chuckled again and let out the smoke.

You flopped on the couch and picked up the remote and groaned, covering yourself with a blanket. Your nose hurt, you couldn’t breathe through it and you felt like shit. He was still in the kitchen doing something and you were on your own looking at the ceiling wondering what did you do to deserve this torture.

“Robert?” You called out.

“I’m cold and I want a huuuuug!” You heard him laugh from the other room and the sound of a chair moving. Seconds later he was standing in the doorframe with two cups of some steaming liquid.

“I was gonna give you this but I don’t think I want to anymore now that you whined so much.” Your eyes lit up and you sat up on the couch with your arms outstretched.

“Whatever it is I want it.” He cocked up one eyebrow. “…Please?” He nodded and finally moved away from the frame. He handed you one of the cups and sat down next to you. The liquid inside the cup turned out to be hot chocolate and you were beyond happy. “Oh hell yes…”

“Happy baby?” You glared at him who had a cocky grin on his face.

“Ah….ahhhh…ACHOO!” He sneezed and groaned, wrapping the blanket tighter around his body. He looked to the side at you.

"Oh... I think we're fucked up..." You retorted.

Minutes after you both finished your chocolates, you felt sleep hitting you in ways only your system knew and moments after that you fell asleep, again.

You were sleeping with your head on Robert’s hip and your arms wrapped loosely around his waist. Maybe the couch wasn’t the most comfortable place in the house but you looked so cute with messy hair and a pink nose sleeping so peacefully, he didn’t have the heart to wake you up so instead, he leaned back into the pillows and ran his fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp lightly. The fire was cracking happily in the fireplace accompanied only by your soft snores.

He leaned down and hugged you from the back, making you wake and sit up between his legs. He pecked your jaw and nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck. You sighed happily and leaned back into his chest. He began to sway from side to side with you, tickling your neck with his lips and making you giggle.  You tilted your head and softly kissed him. You enjoyed this. Just him and you... and silence. And for a second you forgot about everything. About your cold, about the world, it was gone and It was only you left. And you knew he enjoyed it too. The way his lips curled in a smile while his eyes were closed and how he cuddled to you, gave it all away.

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Fan-Fiction Title: "Down on Fascination Street" 

Chapter 1: "A Night Like This (Stay With Me Tonight)" 

Pairing: Robert Smith + Reader.

Word count: 1.896

Warnings: None.

Pilot Recap: Previously Robert and you had something going on last time at work. They openly talked about it to each other and things got clearer for (Y/N), but now the situation draws an even more tense but intense possibility and you're deciding on it... What will happen next now? Why don't we all find out?! Ready for 1st chapter, then? Here we go... 😏

Every minute spent with Robert was like a little bit of heaven for me. Small bits of paradise captured in two perfectly round oceans. They looked back at me from where he sat on the other end of his couch. And it felt like the last day at work again, but the bright colour in them was getting harder to distinguish as it was now completely dark outside and there were only a few small lamps lit in his living room. I knew it had been hours, but it felt like minutes. Jumping from serious topics to laughing within seconds was our specialty and it had quickly become my new favorite thing to do. Apparently for hours on end.

A comfortable silence had arisen between us and he mindlessly looked around in the room. I thought for a second he was searching for a new topic, but he wasn’t. He was contemplating how to form his next sentence, or if he should even say it at all.

“What do you want for breakfast?” he asked, now looking me straight in the eyes. I was confused and laughed lightly at him.

“Why would you ask me that at 10 o’clock at ni-” I questioned but realised, in the middle of my sentence, what he was trying to say. “Oh!” I laughed again, at myself this time. I felt my cheeks burn because I was so happy about his proposition, apparently my body couldn’t handle it.

“Well, what do you have?” I asked back.

Robert wanted me to stay the night at his house. Our relationship was very new and I wasn’t even sure it would be appropriate to call it that yet. All I knew was that we would talk for hours and that we’d shared a few kisses, and that I could not stop thinking about him. So, of course I wanted to spend  as much time with him as he would let me.

“Uhm...” he started to shift in his seat and look around the room again, trying to recall what the inside of his fridge looked like. “Not a lot,” was the conclusion he came to. We both laughed and I nodded.

“Excellent. Pancakes would’ve been nice,” I frowned excessively and he gave me one of those smiles that made my insides clench and squirm. A few of our mutual friends had told me about that smile and how I’m the only one that’s ever been able to prompt it from him. I didn’t know if he knew he did it or if it even was as special as it was rumoured to be, but I didn’t want to bring it up because I wanted it to stay sacred. I wanted to maintain the silly belief that he had a y/n smile.

“We could go out and get some, Sainsbury’s is still open,” he suggested and was already off the couch. I followed.

“Okay,” I chuckled at his spontaneity.

The drive to Sainsbury’s was short and scattered with insignificant little conversations. But my favorite moments were the silent ones, when I got to watch his face without having to focus on anything else. Every little street light flashed on his skin beautifully and passed quickly. The drive ended sooner than I had wanted. He caught me looking at him as he parked the car. He didn’t say anything, and neither did I, but he smiled widely and blushed.

It felt strange to be in such a bright building at 10:15 pm. It seemed like all of Sainsbury’s was completely empty though, which was - equally as strange, but - very nice.

“Are we getting pancake mix, or-”

“No, no, no,” he didn’t even let me finish my sentence before protesting. He looked so cute with his deeply offended expression, his brows pushed together and his eyes wide.

“We have to make them from scratch,” he kept gushing and looked away from me. I just laughed tiredly and rolled my eyes.

“You’re gonna have to do that then. I’m not a morning person,” I whined. The aisle we were walking down felt never-ending but I didn’t mind. I was happy following Robert’s lead as he looked for the groceries we needed, as I wasn’t too familiar with this particular store and where everything was located.

“Well, I am. So that’s fine. You can watch me make them,” he suggested casually and took a sharp right turn. I followed, my eyes glued to his back. I wondered how a back could look so beautiful with several layers of clothing covering it.

“With pleasure,” I mumbled and smiled to myself, presented with the image of him cooking pancakes for me early in the morning. He grabbed a bag of flour and spun around. My body walked as if on automatic pilot, it took a short moment before I managed to stop my feet. I almost walked right into him. He saw an opportunity and took it, grabbing my hand and squeezing past me in the narrow isle.

We held hands for exactly one minute and three seconds. My swelling heart deflated slightly when he let go of it, but I was happy to know holding hands was something we could do now. If I wanted I could grab his hand again, but I didn’t because I was scared. I tried to not chuckle out loud at my silliness, but it was in fact quite ridiculous. He made me feel like such a little giddy school girl.

“I wanna flip some of them though,” I said suddenly. That minute and three seconds of holding hands had been silent.

“Huh- Oh!” he laughed, quickly realising what I was talking about. He often zoned out like that and went to his one little world. It was one of his most endearing qualities; that he could be so in his own head sometimes and oblivious to the world around him.

“Of course,” he laughed. Had he still been holding my hand I imagined he would’ve squeezed it as he chuckled at me.

Seeing another person for the first time in hours was strange. It made me realise how much I enjoyed being with just him. I never missed anyone’s company when I was with him.

I watched him make small talk with the woman at the checkout as he paid. I flashed the cashier a small smile and followed Robert out of the store, helping him carry the groceries. We made it outside to the dark city. I had almost forgotten it was night, having been inside the bright supermarket for a while. It was probably almost 11 pm now, but I didn’t bother to check. Whatever the time was I knew it was perfect for us in this moment.

Within the first few seconds of being back in Robert’s quiet house again we both yawned, almost in unison. Two completely synced laughed followed.

“Yeah, it’s getting late,” he said and glanced at his clock on the kitchen wall.

“You better get some sleep if you’re gonna get up and make pancakes before going to the studio tomorrow,” I said and poked my index finger at his chest. He laughed again and rolled his eyes.

“I can be late, I am the washed up rock star after all,” he joked and shrugged. I loved his humour and the fact it was identical to mine.

“Um, well, you decide where you want to sleep but my bed is probably big enough for the both of us,” he hinted and scurried off towards the part of the house where his bedroom and bathroom were located. I followed him into the bathroom and watched him search through the cupboards and drawers for something. At first I thought he was just trying to seem busy to avoid the slightly awkward atmosphere, with the question of where I’ll be sleeping still hanging in the air, but I soon realised he was actually looking for something. He pulled out a toothbrush and handed it to me with a smile, showing his teeth.

“Thank you,” I chuckled at his cute face.

“And, yes, I can sleep in your bed,” I finally answered Robert’s question.

Soon enough we had brushed our teeth and we were in his bedroom.

“Hold on,” he said. He was suddenly acting a little bit like a nervous child around me as he rummaged through his wardrobe. I nodded and waited. He pulled out a black t-shirt. 

“Here you go, this is very soft,” he explained and handed it to me. I couldn’t hide my laugh. It was warm and filled with an enormous admiration for his soft side. Robert talking about the material of a shirt - and the fact that he cared enough to look for the softest one for me - made my heart bleed with infatuation. He was the biggest sweetheart I’d ever known.

“Thanks, that’s very sweet of you,” I chuckled and he shot a small smile back at me. 

He turned around and this time he really did pretend to be occupied with something, so that he wouldn’t just be standing there staring at me as I changed into his shirt. As his back was facing me and I was sure there was no way he could see me, I put the shirt up to my nose and inhaled. My chest swelled even more. The t-shirt smelled just like his hugs.

I quickly removed my dress, and my bra and slipped the t-shirt over my head. It fell like a short flowy dress around my body and made my soul feel warm. It was crazy how I felt more at home in his clothes than I ever did in my own.

“Which side do you want?” I asked and he finally dared to look at me again. I noticed the subtle scan of my body he did and it made me feel so good. He smiled at the sight of me in his shirt and gestured towards the bed, indicating that I could pick whichever side I wanted. I laid down on the left side of his bed and made myself comfortable under the covers. I saw him take his jeans and sweater off and I tried to not look directly at him. I didn’t know what was appropriate at this very early stage of our relationship. Apparently sleeping half naked in the same bed was. I definitely wasn’t complaining though.

He yawned again when laying down and it made me yawn as well.

“Well, goodnight,” I muttered and when I pulled on the covers a bit I realised we were sharing a big duvet. I began to flip over on my side to face away from him.

“Nu-uh, no no...” he protested and grabbed my shoulder. I let him pull me back and I, gladly, let him plant a gentle kiss on my lips.

“Goodnight,” he mumbled.

I saw his satisfied little grin through my half-lidded eyes and it made me smile as well. I put my hand on his cheek and kissed him again. The second kiss was a little deeper but it was still not very sexual. 

“Night,” I said again and pulled away from him. The last thing I saw before closing my eyes was his smile, and I swore that was the prettiest sight I’d ever seen. It wouldn’t surprise me if it turned out I smiled through that entire night’s sleep.

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Posted on: Cureheads Literary Corner link.

Created and submitted by: Charlotte Sometimes.

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Fan-Fiction Title: "Down on Fascination Street."

Chapter: pilot chapter "Writing Memories."

Pairing: Robert Smith + Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: None

Word count: 1.641

Already within the first few days of working in the studio, Robert and I got pretty close. I wondered for a long time if it was just the way he got with people that he was writing songs with. I mean, maybe he liked to connect with you on a deeper level before he poured all his heart out to you in the form of lyrics. But it didn’t take long before I realised that I was the only one he was getting this close with. After all, we were a team of a few people working on this song, but I was the one he always wanted to sit next to and have conversations with. 

Now, like every other girl who was young during the 80s, I did have a minor crush on him when he was at the height of his career. It was inevitable really. Being in the same room as him now and conversing for hours and hours everyday reminded me of those feelings I've always have for had for him. They were but enough to reignite me. It took a long time before I knew for sure he also had a soft spot for me. It took some taunting comments from the others we worked with. It took Robert calling me to ask if I could help him out with a few other songs after our last day in the studio. It took some blushing and stuttering from his part when I’d complimented his lyrics or his vocals. It all felt pretty intense and deep but it was refreshing and, quite frankly, fun. It was especially nice when I’d actually grown comfortable around him.

“Or maybe...” he mumbled and rearranged his fingers and strummed a slightly different chord progression to what he had just played. He looked up at me, searching for my approval, and I nodded in silence. I copied it on the acoustic guitar I was holding. I was so deep in thought about this riff, I barely noticed the way his gaze was fixed on me. I was so used to it by now.

It had become a known fact within our small team of songwriters that me and Robert had a definite connection and that it was pretty hard to write stuff with the two of us. We just communicated in a special way and always seemed to be on board with the other’s crazy ideas. We did work very well together and wrote great things, so what’s the point in fixing something that’s not broken?

“I like that,” I said and played it over and over again, messing around with the strumming pattern. Surprise, surprise! Of course I liked it, Robert was a musical genius and I absolutely adored his work. And just him as a person in general. He did look very good in his plain black suit. He was slouched back in his chair but he was still close to me. Our knees were almost touching. I wanted him to move his leg so that our knees would bump into each other. Although, I was afraid it might make me crave more of his touch. I had already begun to notice how my feelings grew more and more with each hug and arm grab and elbow nudge I got from him. It was getting bad.

“What time is it?” I asked suddenly, snapping out of my trance-like state. He also seemed like he had been pulled out of a dream as he shook his head slightly and his wildly vibrant yet calm eyes looked down on his phone on the table. His long finger pressed- I really had to stop obsessing over every little detail on his body!

“5:12,” he answered, half sighing. We always got so caught up in the music and in each other, time just ran from us. The others had already left.

“I have to go,” I sighed. The gloom spread between us quicker than wildfire. Our connection reminded me so much of young love between two people that were absolutely inseparable. I hadn’t felt that in so long, which was what made me not want to miss out on it.

“Yeah, me too,” Robert said. I knew he was lying. I knew he didn’t have to go. I also knew I didn’t have to go, but there was this unwritten etiquette that said I wasn’t supposed to stay longer and let the evening spill over into night with him. It felt wrong. At the end of the day, we were co-workers and that’s all we were.

“Damn, time really flies when you’re having fun,” he kept sighing and he stood up and began putting the guitar away. I loved that he was as bothered about parting with me as I was. I stayed silent and watched him from behind. His back looked so broad and I wished I could see it without the shirt on. He gathered a few things and tidied up a bit. To be honest I didn’t care what he was doing, I just loved watching him and picking up on the little things he did while moving around the room.

“I really love writing with you,” I told him and he froze, back facing me. I had never really been that upfront with him about it. We both knew we loved each other’s company but it had never really been said out loud before.

“I love writing with you too,” he said and turned around, a slight smirk on his face. His grin set my skin on fire and made my cheeks burn a bright red colour.

“It just makes me wonder, would we be as compatible if we weren’t writing?” I shrugged. I looked down as his eye contact could sometimes get a little intimidating. He was such a character and the massive yet humble superiority his soul possessed was mind blowing. He really had power over me without even trying. I guess I chose to give in to him though.

“Worth giving it a try,” he said. He really loved giving vague answers. I hated getting them. Fortunately, though, he kept speaking which meant I didn’t have to think of a response.

“What things could we be doing other than writing?” he asked. I hoped the same type of thoughts as mine popped up in his head. Judging by his playful tone I figured they were similar.

“Go out for a drink,” I suggested. I had kept my head low for a bit - the tension between us too intimidating to look him in the eyes - so I hadn’t noticed he’d walked over to my side of the room again. I stood up too and almost crashed into him as he was right in front of me. I held my breath.

“Or stay here.” he shrugged. Despite us already being too close, he took one more step.

“Alone,” he added. I could feel the depth and thickness of his voice as his breath hit my face. I felt like I had lost my voice. My hand was tightly clasped around the guitar, my knuckles going white and fingers aching around the neck of it.

He gave me another few seconds to say something but I couldn’t think of any words at all. None that would match the ones he’d spoken, that oozed confidence and charm. He broke the eye contact and leaned down to grab the guitar from my convulsive grip. As soon as his fingers wrapped around mine my hand relaxed and I felt as if my whole body melted into his palm. He noticed my submission to him and smirked as he turned his heel to go put my guitar away all the way on the other end of the room. There was no way I was going to let him be that far away from me for even a second. Not when I had just gotten a taste of what it was like to feel his breath tickle my face.

I tugged on his arm and pulled him back into me, his lips immediately smashing into mine. Despite the force of the kiss, it felt so soft. It felt like I’d craved it so bad without really knowing for the last weeks. It felt like the slightly confusing puzzle, that was us, finally fell into place. Every little piece fit perfectly when Robert’s lips were merged with mine.

“I guess we could stay here,” I said once our lips were unfortunately separated again. I didn’t intend for it to sound so breathy. I was shocked and weak from the taste of his lips, but thankful that he hadn’t pulled away further. Our faces were still close, like there was a possibility we would kiss again.

“Maybe write a song about that,” he laughed and at last he pulled away from me. I let go of his arm, feeling grateful that I had gotten to touch his bicep.

“We could,” I laughed along with him and took a few awkward steps in different directions, not knowing what we were actually about to do or whether we were about to sit down or not.

He finally proceeded to put my acoustic guitar away on the wall on the other side of the room. He always knew where he was going - unlike me who was uncomfortably leaning against a wobbly table and immensely confused as to where we stood after that kiss - and he was always confident with what direction to take. I was jealous of that and wanted so bad to match him in that area, but for now I settled for observing him in awe. All I could do was wish that I would get to watch him like this more in the future.

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Fan-Fiction created and submitted by: Charlotte Sometimes.

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