"This leaves me no choice." He sighed before coming closer to the walls of the building.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?" I looked at him.

"Climbing to your balcony, doesn't look that hard." He smirked at me as he grabbed hold of a pipe in the network to manoeuvre himself up.

"If you break this building's plumbing it'll be your fault!" I yelled.

I was so confused! He was actually doing it, he was already at the balcony right below mine. Catching his breath before continuing, he caught hold of the vines growing on the walls and pulled himself up to our balcony.

"Give me a hand in." He raised his arm while using the other to clutch on to the railings.

"Give me a reason I shouldn't push you off the railings and actually help you in." I huffed.

"Because I'm sorry, I really am." He looked at me.

His eyes looked so alluring right now, with nothing but the moonlight shining on him. He was a mess and so was I, I gave him my hand and he hopped into the balcony.

"I'm going to call the cops on you for breaking in!" Harriet ran towards us.

"No I'm not breaking in, as you can see your sister helped me in." He stood tall again. He wasn't as slouchy and shrunk anymore. He was being somewhat himself again.

Except for the messy hair and shabby outfit. Not like it made my heart flutter any less.

"I don't think there are enough words in this world to express how sorry I am." He sighed.

"It's not like you apology is going to fix everything." I laughed wiping the few tears that managed to escape.

"No, I don't expect you to ever forgive me but will you at least give me a chance to explain myself?"

"How rich of you to give me some closure-"

"Stop. Just stop. You think I don't lo-like you?"

"Of course you don't, you never-"

"I read that email Tara, and because romance isn't dead I even wrote you a letter. I didn't know where you were so I gave it to Harriet." He sighed.

"I never got a letter." I looked at him in confusion.

"This would be so much easier if you had read the letter-"

"But I can't, because I'm pretty sure Harriet burnt it or something."

"I felt happy around you, I felt so careless and free around you."

"Then why did you act like every minute you've had to spend with me was the most dreadful thing you've had to do in the entirety of your-"

"Did I ever say that?"

"No. But you sure did make me feel like that sometimes."

"I'm too old for what I'm about to say." He cringed. "Being around you made me feel emotions I definitely felt odd about acting on."

"You're making this sound like some sort of weird psychological experiment."

"I had crush on you!" He blustered. "There I said it."

What? My eyes widened. I took a step back and a deep breath. What did he just say? What was he saying? He was still rambling on. Maybe I should tune back in.

"You're bubbly, you're like a ray of sunshine, you've got the brightest eyes I've ever seen and you speak your mind. Above all Mia loves you. You felt too good to be true-"

"You have a crush on me." I smirked.

He completely ignored and continued his rant, "I just impulsively asked you to play the part because my family seemed to approve of you and you seemed to know who I was."

"I assumed you wouldn't care that deeply, much like a lot of my 'friends' after I made it to Formula one."

"So you thought I was impressed your money and fame?"

"Yeah, well, my good looks too." He laughed. "And I couldn't be far from wrong, you didn't care about any of that. You made me believe you enjoy being around me as I am, you didn't complain about how boring I am but you did stand up and say enough was enough when I disappeared for days because of disappointment."

"You didn't care about any of the external things, it's like you were trying to figure out who I was, what I stand for. That right there, it's something no one had done for me in years."

"And you still go on a date with Pavlina." I squinted my eyes.

"And all that pain didn't stop you from going out with some Singaporean businessman did it?" He leaned back on the railing.

Silence. Neither of us knew what to say. So we were both awful at communicating and expressing what we actually felt.

"I was trying to fill the void-"

"So was I." He admitted. "And I thought winning a world championship would fill it all. Sure it felt good for three days, but I felt so empty."

I wanted to tell him about how much I wished I could be there to watch him win, to be the first person he hugged after getting out of that car and the first one to call him champ. But I couldn't. I couldn't even stand to watch him win.

"So, yeah. I don't expect you to ever forgive me but I couldn't live on without telling you how much you mean to me." He scratched the back of his neck.

I realised he never explained why he called the kiss pointless, I still needed an answer for that. Maybe I was pushing my luck but I asked him anyway.

"Then why did you call what happened in Monza stupid?"

He stood up straight, a smile curled on his face and his eyes looked all playful. "Remind me what happened in Monza again?"

Oh he definitely remembered. I took a step closer to him, it didn't help that the balcony was small. I planted a kiss on his lips and parted before he could even kiss me back.

I turned around to walk away, his fingers that were not so long ago just brushing mine now had a firm grasp on mine.

"I'm not letting you get away this time." He held me. Our faces were so close, his face was tired but he was smiling.

"What makes you think I want to get away." I smiled closing the gap between us.

Just like that, we were kissing again. My hands were running through his hair and his hands were holding my face. It felt electric, it felt perfect and gave me way more butterflies than the brief kiss in Monza.

None of that mattered anymore, all I cared about right now was that the man of my dreams was here, admitting to me he was at fault and assuring me that he cared for me too. I was grinning from ear to ear.

"You do realise both of us still need to talk to therapists about everything that went down right?" He looked at me.

"I'd complain you killed the mood but you're absolutely right." I smiled at him.

He was right, even if we were together now, it didn't mean that all the pain we caused to each other was going to magically disappear.

"Oh, also I hope you're free this weekend." He kissed me again.

"What for?"

"Nat and Arthur's wedding, will you be my date?" He smiled.

"I'm starting to see a pattern here, you're going to tell me all sorts of big things at the very last moment." I laughed.

"I'm a forgetful person, I forget things easily." He laughed. "But you, I just couldn't seem to forget you."

And so he didn't, we stood there in the tiny balcony embracing each other and looking at the moon.

How will things work out? How are we going to explain ourselves?

None of it mattered because right now, I was in my favourite boy's arms and he was looking at me like I was his whole world.

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A/n: And that's a wrap for this one! Thank you so so so so much, to each one of you that made it up to this point and to the lovely bunch that vote and comment, it makes my day and just makes me want to continue writing these stories❤️ I love you all so so so much! Well, I couldn't resist myself so if you head to my profile, you'll be able to a sneak peak of the third story I'm working on.