So you guys this is officially the end. I just wanna thank each and every one of you for reading and reviewing, it means so much to me that you've all enjoyed it. Again, I'm open for requests and stuff because I have nothing to do until August. So without further ado here is the last chapter of How to be a Heartbreaker (the title really does have nothing to do with it…). Enjoy!
3 months later
"Aren't these doors usually alarmed?" William asked. They were on the fourteenth floor; seven floors above where Julia's apartment was. It was late, he had forgotten his watch so he didn't know how late, but he suspected it was gone midnight. They had spent the night in a restaurant and then at O'Leary's.
"Usually," she told him and winked. She kicked off her heels and pressed down the bar on the door. Using her body strength, she shouldered the door open. "According to my neighbour, it hasn't been alarmed for years. Hold it for a sec?"
He did as she asked so she could put back on her heels. She walked through and he closed the door behind her before following her up a flight of stairs to another door. This one opened much more easily. The roof, itself, was like any other roof but the view was breath-taking and it captivated him. Julia said something about the blanket and he nodded blankly, handing it to her.
She spread it on the ground. She sat down and took off her shoes, watching as William walked closer to the edge. She understood his awe. When she had first come up here, she had just moved in and hadn't been able to sleep. She had grabbed a blanket and watched the moon surrender to the sun. On the roof, all the city's lights were stars; shining for anyone who showed an interest. The city was figurine set and you were its owner, while your worries scurried like ants on the streets below. She closed her eyes and focused on the gentle breeze through her hair and the sound of cars.
She heard his footsteps and then felt a strong, warm encircle her waist and a face burying itself in her hair. He kissed the top of her head. She sighed in content. Keeping her eyes closed she lay back on the blanket and William joined her. In the hair breadths space between them they interlaced their fingers. William began naming the stars-like he had on their first date- and again she paid more attention to the way his eyes lit up, like the objects he was naming, and the little creases that formed around his eyes. He got so passionate about things and, still now, it amazed her. He amazed her.
She rolled on to her side and laid her head on his chest, placing one hand over his heart. He covered it with his own. Warmth and security flowed through her. The crappy week she had didn't matter, her 'marriage' didn't matter; nothing else mattered. It was such a clichéd, stereotypical description but she didn't care. With his arm around her shoulder, hugging her closer to his side, all that mattered was them and all that it entailed.
"You know after everything that happened, I stopped believing in this," she told him. He shifted so that he was leaning on one elbow, slightly looking down on her.
"And now?"
"And now," she repeated," Happy one year anniversary. I love you."
She closed the gap. His lips were soft and warm as they met hers. He moved so that he was completely on top of her and she brought one hand up to run through his hair. One of his hands cupped the back of her head and she could feel her hair falling free. That was forgotten though when he started kissing her and that place behind her ear that made her crumble. He had brought his lips back to hers when she felt it. One drop. Then two. Then heavens opened. She let out a squeal as she grabbed her shoes and ran inside; William following her with the blanket.
"It wasn't supposed to rain," he said. She couldn't stop herself; she started laughing. Gently at first but then it grew to belly laughter. She clenched her side and doubled over as the tears started streaming. After a few seconds, William joined in, his face lighting up. When she finally caught her breath, she realised the state of her dress. It was soaked and so were William's clothes.
"We need to get changed," she said. "And continue where we left off."
William smiled; a teasing almost wicked smile that had heat spreading from her stomach.
She smiled back. He wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her. When he pulled back, she bit her lip.
She felt forty thousand feet up and she knew by the end of the night she would still be flying.