❁ When the love is real, it finds a way. ❁

" There's nothing left to say Joe, that man is a male bitch. Bloody liar arsehat. " I rant through my airpod while throwing my clothes into the trolley bag. As much as I loved this city, I don't want to stay here a minute further.

" I already warned you, he just acts to be a husband material but on the inside he's a cruel, fucking piece of shi-- " I couldn't completely hear her because of the doorbell of my hotel room that someone just rang.

Opening the door I see a figure that I really do not want to see right now. " See, I appreciate you sharing your feelings with your ill mannered friend but I certainly do not appreciate being cursed, which is, for about an hour now. "

You think I have a damn to give you right now?

" So? " I pass a bored look. " At least I didn't back-bitch, actually no, front-bitch you to your landlord making you homeless. "

I couldn't care less if he could hear every single word I said. To be honest, I wanted him to hear everything since he's staying in the adjacent room. " Noriana, love... " his lips let a sigh escape before turning into a smirk, " You do not want to piss me off, believe me. "

" Oh, if that's the case, can I just say that I bloody hell hate you. You are annoying, bossy and dominating. You are a fucking liar. Your cologne smells like feet. You look like a bloody octopus in all your photos. " I belt rattling in his cage.

Heaven knows how satisfying I find his mad and displeased face. His pale skin turning into a darker shade of red, and I internally smirk. " And your hair looks like a rotten ginger. " and...that's it. I'm done.

I should not have gone there.

A thing about Hans Nicholas Anderson, never, I repeat, never say anything bad about his hair.

Inspite of the terror that I feel on the inside, I try to maintain the badass bitch face. He takes a deep breath before starting to move closer creating an urge in me to step away from him. He takes a step forward and I take the same backwards.

My attempts of eyeing him, with pleading eyes as though begging him to stop, fail miserably because he keeps getting closer.

" So my hair looks like ginger, huh? " he asks in his husky voice, still making steps towards me.

" No..." with a little pause to clear my throat, I continue, " ...they look like rotten ginger. " and I smirk, which was potentially a wrong move. It only fed fuel to his wrath.

" That's it. " he bends to wrap his arms around my thighs just to throw me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing.

" Hans! Put me down! " I slap his back.

" You asked for it. " he grits.

I'm actually scared. It's not like I've never seen him this angry, I've always like to piss him off. But back when I was his assistant he used to overload me with pile of work everytime I would made him mad. I don't know what will he do now.

Taking me downstairs, he finally puts me down right in front of a car where a man in black, who is Hans' bodyguard, tapes my mouth, blindfolds me, ties my hands behind my back and makes me sit on the backseat of the car.

Is Hans kidnapping me?

I can feel the car hitting the road about 70 miles per hour. " Is someone going to tell me what is happening? " I groan angrily through my taped mouth. Thus, I, of course, could not form a legit sentence.

" Just sit quietly and don't infuriate me any further. This ends here. " I hear Hans' voice spitting these words in an angered tone. I'm a little relaxed that it is Hans who's driving and not some stranger but I'm also scared that it is Hans who's driving.

And what does he mean by this ends here?

What ends? where?

After around twenty minutes, I experience a jerking inertia, which means the car has stopped from a very high speed. My heart literally jumped out of my chest for a second. He opens the door for me, waiting for me come out. But I don't.

" Your legs aren't tied so use them for Hell's sake. " he grunts, and I don't react. I kind of want him to carry me, I don't know if that's because I'm feeling lazy or I don't want to fight with him anymore.

Again, I don't know if it's because I'm about to get murdered by him but I think I overreacted last night. Whatever he did, it was wrong, but somehow it brought us close. Because of that one lie, I spent one of my life's most beautiful moments with him.

I don't want to fight. I want to be close to him.

Not wasting much time he slips his hands under my thighs and behind my back and carries me like the way he did on our wedding.

Since, I'm blindfolded I have literally zero idea of where I'm being taken. I really hope Hans is not handing me over to some goons or mafia.

I mean I just did a little joke about his hair.

He wouldn't do that me, would he?

" I would...like to show you something. " he makes me sit on a chair kind of thing and removes the tape from my mouth in one go that it must have waxed my upper lips hair.

" Gee, Hans I appreciate that but I have a little problem. " I innocent mumble.

"What is it? "

"I can't see with my eyes closed. " I yell. And that's when he undoes blindfolds. As I slowly open my eyes I can't close them. This is like a massive hall and all its walls are fully covered with my pictures and portraits.

Pictures from my college time and our trips to our snow fight in Chicago's first snow. Seems like he has put my lives most precious moments on these walls. Everywhere I look, I see myself.

" Hans, what is this? " I look over to Hans with my mouth and eyes wide open.

" This is me ending it all right here. I'm returning what belongs to you and only you. " taking out something from his coat's pockets, he grasps it tightly into a fist. He brings his fist close to my face and I look at it with complete cluelessness.

Honestly, I'm not sure how to react to any of this. His words say one thing, his actions say the other thing and his face being impossible to decipher as ever.

" Open it. " he tells.

Heaven knows why my heart beat is getting hard and fast. I fear if he could hear it. Slowly, as I open his fist my eyes immediately turn teary. All the memories and flashbacks floods into my mind.

Why is he doing this?

Why does he still have my wedding ring?

And why is he showing it to me now?

" Hans-- "

" Do you remember today's date?” innocently looking into his eyes as I speak, “ March 29th. ”

“ Three years ago today, I made the worst decision of trusting Rebe. The day I raised my voice at you. The day I lost one of the most important persons in my life. I lost my silly nerd. I would go back in time and change it if I could. ” holding my hands in his, he places my hand onto the left side of his chest, “ You see, only you can make my heartbeat run like that. ”

Indeed his heartbeat is as fast as mine.

“ Why are you bringing it all up now? ” I question.

“ Because today is the day I will try my luck to correct my biggest mistake. ” leaving my hands he moves a step backwards and I already miss his warmth.

“ Actually, you know, I have come to realize that no matter what I did and what you did, our previous relationship was doomed since the day it started. We probably knew about each other's habits, hobbies, likes, dislikes but the base of it was always fragile. One blow and it shattered. None of us was ever completely honest with one another-- ”

“ --I was trying to please you as per my father's will and you were pretending to be someone you're not because you were paranoid of losing me and your hope for a happy future. Sooner or later, our relationship was meant to erupt like a valcano whose lava not only engulfed us but every person around us--”

“ --Call it fate or coincidence but the only good thing that happened in the bizzare we created is that we met again. And this time when we met, we met with the real one another, without any filter. When you confronted me for the frist time, I could not recognise you. You were bold and clear with your words and opinions--”

“--And I know I have broken you in too many ways to even count but you have always come back stronger. I realized how brave of a person you have been all along and that's when I truly fell in love with the real you. Argue with me, fight with me. Do whatever you please. Just know that I cherish every moment with you and I want you in every bit of my life. ”

Locking his eyes with mine, he kneels down.

Oh heaven, it is happening.

“ Noriana Williamson, I wanted to ask you if you would want to marry me, once again. ”, bringing the ring forward, he finally asks, “ Will my Silly Nerd be mine again? ”

Oh. My. God.

Nora speak.

Speak, you dumb idiot.

“ Yes. She absolutely freaking will. ” , and I squeeze him into a hug with my arms wrapped around his neck. He lifts me up in the air, and spin me around like I was on ground all this while and my mind was not on the eleventh cloud.

Confession No. 41 - This is the best day of my life.

And this is how my twisted-messed-complicated love story just reached at that certain point where you know that no matter what happens afterwards, you will work it out. Because you know that this is the person you want to spend the rest of your life with.

We might argue, and disagree with each other's opinions, but I guess it's our thing. We fight, but eventually we come back together.

I can't say if that's what the fate wants, or if this the so called God's plan, but all I know is, I want to share every moment of happiness, sorrow and every single emotion on earth with this human.

For the rest of my life.

Till death do us apart.

❤❤❤

-

I'm deeply sorry. Even I had better expectations and theories for the ending. It just ended so quickly as I forced it all. In my defense, I'm going through the roughest patch of my life. It's hard to even think straight. I swear I'm mostly optimistic and positive. But I'm losing it this time. Remember when I said that Hans and I were going through similar situations. Hans got his Nora back but I lost my mother to a fucking tumor. A month ago, today ( 12-October-2021 ). So I genuinely don't know what I wrote. Sorry.

❤❤❤

Wait-- No-- I don't know how to do it-- please I don't want to-- I mean-- okay, I think it's time.

It's time to say adios, I guess. 😭

You know I was talking about this ( me ending my first original book ) with my best friend recently. She asked if I would be emotional and I said “ Hell, no! ”

Yeah, I'm not an emotional kind tbh ( I watched Five Feet Apart without shedding a single tear. I'mma let you have a minute to process that. )

But okay, I am holy freaking emotional right now man!

This book is my baby. I feel exactly like a parent whose teen kid is moving out. 🥺

I started this book last year on my birthday, 25 Sept. It's been more than a year and feels like everything has changed. I passed high school, got into college and I lost the charm of my life, my mumma.

But Hans and Nora has been constant in all of this. For months, I have spent my days and nights just thinking about them. And today, on just another normal Friday, I'm writing my last author's note.

I already feel so empty, I don't know what will I do after this.

But one thing's for sure, everytime I'll see someone with Germophobia or OCD I'll think of Nora. Everytime I'll see an English man with anger issues, I'll think of Hans.

Everytime I'll see an aggressive and enthusiastic female doctor, I'll think of Josie. Everytime I'll see a calm, sweet and husband material male doctor, I'll think of Liam the Lemonade. Everytime I'll see a pervert ass, I'll think of Seth.

And everytime someone would make me smile and feel loved, I'll think of you all. The sweetest and the cutest and the loveliest readers on wattpad. You guys are the reason I wake up in the morning and the first thing I open on my phone is wattpad.

I really really don't want this author's note to end because I probably won't be able to write it again. I mean i will try to write epilogue but you know I'm just very emotional so I'm writing anything.

Screws the words, feel the feelings.

And listen, if you ever doubt yourself or feel like you can't do it. Just always remember that when a girl was alone in her room crying because she felt alone and worthless, she looked at your sweet comments and messages and she smiled and felt loved.

I'm just ending this book, but I will cherish all of you forever. Message me, talk to me whenever you want. You all are super special to me.

Thank you so much for sticking with me from start till the end.

Take care of yourself, okay?

I love you all.

Tata. (❁'◡'❁)