A/N: So it's like 1:30 A.M., but I'm going out of town for a couple of weeks and I wanted to finish this before I left. So anyways, this is the final chapter.
After what was the longest cab ride of his life, despite his many pleas for the driver to 'hurry the fuck up', they pulled to a stop at one of the many entrances to JFK. Jumping out of the cab, Noah tossed money at the driver, yelling for him to keep the change as he dashed through the automatic doors and into the airport, which was bustling despite the early hour.
He stared up at a screen displaying departures, searching for the gate number of Rachel's flight. He finally spotted it, 'Flight 414 to London, England – Gate 17'. Dodging people and ignoring their disgruntled glances, he shoved his way towards gate 17.
He reached the gate Rachel's flight was set to depart from and spotted her on the far side of the room, staring out the window as the sun rose, lighting up the tarmac. He strode towards her, suddenly realizing that he had no idea what to say to her. He stepped up behind her and deciding to wing it, placed his hand on her shoulder. "Rach," he breathed out as she slowly turned to face him.
"Noah," she glanced up at him through her eyelashes, "what are you doing here?" Noah opened his mouth to respond, and then snapped it shut again. When he didn't respond, Rachel put her hands on her hips, finally meeting Noah's eyes, and narrowing hers. "If you're here to tell me not to go, then –"
"I'm not," he cut her off, finally realizing what he wanted to say to her. "I'm not here to ask you to stay; I don't want you to stay," he stopped as her face fell. "No! That's not – I didn't mean it like that. This is your dream, Rach. You've wanted to be Maria since you were, like, five. I want that for you, I want you to have everything you've ever wanted, so if that means you have to move to London, then yeah, you should move to London," He took a deep breath before continuing, "The thing is, I moved to New York for you," She opened her mouth, as if to interrupt him. "I know, Rach, you didn't ask me to move to New York for you, I followed you because I realized a long time ago that I don't wanna be anywhere you're not. If you leave then there's nothing keeping me in New York, so no, I'm not telling you not to go, I'm telling you that I'm coming with you." He grabbed her hand and stroked his thumb over the back of her hand.
"You can't…Noah, you can't just leave. You have a job here. Your clients, Noah, you can't just take off. You have responsibilities."
"Fuck it. It's just a job, Rachel. I can do the same damn job in London or anywhere else in the world. It's not important, you're what matters.
"This doesn't fix everything, Noah. Let's say you come to London with me, then what? What if we keep fighting? What if we can't be happy together again? God, Noah, what if the reason we haven't been happy is because we're not supposed to be together?" She pulled her hands from his grasp and took a step back. "What if going to London together just makes it worse?"
He let out a half-hearted laugh. "It can't get much worse, Rachel, we broke up. I figure it can only go up from there."
She sighed, exasperated. "You know what I mean."
"Yeah, I do, and maybe you're right. Maybe me coming to London won't fix anything, but, damn it, Rach; we sure as hell can't fix anything while we're on separate continents. I'm not guaranteeing anything, but I can't lose you like this. I can't let you go, knowing that I didn't do anything to stop you. I'm willing to try if you are." He met her eyes again, silently pleading for a chance.
"So you want to fix this? You still want to be with me, even though a large majority of the time I'm over dramatic and very often crazy?" He nodded and a small smile graced her lips as she responded, "Okay."
"Okay?"
"Yes, come with me," She watched as a genuine smile broke out across his face. "I have to ask, though, what made you change your mind? What made you come after me? You were so mad…I wasn't sure I'd ever see you again, let alone just an hour after I left."
"I realized what's important to me. I thought about the night I proposed to you, I knew that our relationship wouldn't always be perfect; but that night, it didn't matter. When I asked you to marry me, it was because I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you and that hasn't changed. I was pissed when I let you leave and I never should have," The smile that has started out small was practically beaming when he stopped talking. "And for the record, I love your crazy; it's one of my favourite things about you."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his, her tongue silently pleading for entry. He wound his arms around her waist, lifting her slightly off the ground as he deepened the kiss. She nipped at his bottom lip as she pulled away from the kiss. Noah set her feet gently on the ground and ran his fingers through her hair.
"I love you, Noah, so much."
"I love you too, babe. I almost forgot; I brought you something." He pulled her engagement ring out of his pocket and slid it on her finger. Grabbing her hand, he asked, "Are you ready for this?"
She smiled up at him, "Bring it."
A/N: Cheesy ending, I know, I'm totally lame. Thanks to anyone who actually followed this story, short as it was. You guys are awesome.
