"Rose!" She hears his voice and she turns around. He is standing in partway trying to catch his breath as well as she. They keep looking at each other for a while until Rose feels the tears burning in her eyes. They both firstly hesitate before they run into each other's arms.

"Thank God." Rose whispers as she holds Jack as close as she can. Jack does the same. He is overwhelmed by so many emotions. They hold each other for dear life as if they can get separated again within seconds. Jack buries his face in her hair smelling the scent of fresh flowers.

"What are you doing here?" He asks and pulls back to look her in the eyes. Rose says nothing for a while and puts her hand against his cheek.

"I am so sorry, Jack," She cries, "I've been so stupid. I didn't mean anything of what I said. I was just so scared."

"Hey hey. It's all right. It's all right. I am here."

"I've been denying my love for you since the moment I saw you and that has been the biggest mistake of my life." Jack just smiles at her and they can only stare at each other.

"Kiss me, Jack Dawson. God please kiss me."

"God knows it's enough that I can kiss you." He smiles and their lips meet together. It's the most powerful and magnificent feeling Rose has felt in her whole entire life. Butterflies fly around her body and she doesn't want this moment to stop ever. Their lips fit like they're meant only to be touched by each other. Jack is the first one to pull away, leaving Rose breathless.

"I can't believe you are here." He whispers against her lips.

Amanda is standing outside the library. She snuck upstairs and is trying to hide herself behind the door. Tears are filling her eyes and jealously is flooding through her veins.

"Who is that?" Freya walks up to her.

"His ex."

"His ex? But I- you and him were."

"I thought he liked me. But look at him with her. he definitely loves her more. She is rich and powerful. Of course it's more appealing to him than a poor little lady's maid."

She looks at her friend and walks off. Freya follows her.

"How on earth did you know I was here?" Jack asks Rose as they are sitting on the couch together holding hands for dear life.

"Fabrizio." Rose smiles.

"But I never mentioned the address."

"I knew you were working for the Flinchers. I arrived yesterday and eventually someone at the hotel gave me the address."

Jack kisses Rose's hand and they smile at each other. "But what about your family. Do they know you are here?"

"That I am in New York yes. But not for this reason..." She says nothing for a few seconds but then breaks the ice, "Jack, I want to run away with you. I know for sure now that I want to be with you. Everywhere you go."

His eyes widen. "Are you seriously willing to give up everything to be with me?"

Rose smiles and nods

"That's crazy." Jack still can't believe it.

"I know! And that's why I trust it." They kiss again, filled with passion.

"I haven't thought about it yet. How I'm planning to get away. But I will think about it. I do have to go back to the house tomorrow."

"Take as long as you need. And if you're ready I'll be waiting for you."

"I know that. It's just that they'll go search for me. And I don't what to do about that."

"I think they will too, I can't deny that... I also have to hand in my resignation. But what if we go somewhere they won't look for us?"

Rose sighs and squeezes Jack's hand. "As long as I'm with you." She smiles and Jack kisses her gently. "We'll figure something out, don't worry."

And so they spent the whole day roaming over the streets of New York. It's getting slightly dark and they enter Central Park. Mr. Flincher has given him the day off mentioning that he will discuss his further plans the upcoming day.

"I can't believe April would do that." Jack sighs as they are sitting on a bench in front of the water.

"I couldn't believe it either. And I was so furious. So, lso mad and betrayed. I still am mad... I suppose."

"Don't be. Please don't be. In the end, It will only make you exhausted."

Rose smiles gently at him and they share a kiss.

"I think I have to head back to the hotel, unfortunately. Or I won't be able to get out off bed in the morning."

"I'm walking you to it."

"Thank you."

"But I need you to follow the way." She smiles and places a kiss on her forehead before they stand up and head off.

"Where are you actually staying?" Rose looks down and doesn't want to answer. "Hm?" She asks pretending like she didn't hear it the first time.

"Which hotel are you staying in?"

"The Ritz..." Rose mumbles and Jack laughs. "Hey I didn't know anywhere else to go. I mean it's-"

"It's fine, Rose. Really. You don't hear me judging."

She looks up at him. "But don't think I'll ever be in need of luxury or good comfort. I'd love spending nights lying under the star filled sky. Or even hiding under a bridge when you can't see the streets anymore because of the pouring rain."

"Only for a while now and you'll be able to wake up next to a not showered Jack every single day." He laughs.

"And I can't wait for that," she looks at him while stopping, "Because I know that in good times and in bad times I'll be yours. And I just feel it. I finally feel it, after so long. By dawn and dust I will be yours."

"You're not mine, Rose. You'll never be mine. You are your strong individual self. And that's what I love so much about you. You're not my possession."

Rose's eyes start to water a bit. And with every second passing she feels that this is the best decision she's ever made. O how she loves this man. They share a long and passionate kiss filled with so much love.

"We have to get you back now."

Jack smirks through the kiss and Rose nods.

...

"I am just constantly thinking about miss, Rose." Rosie says as she walks up the stairs followed by April and Lucy.

"You are not the only one." April feels the exact same way.

"I mean what if she doesn't find him. She'll come back even more depressed than she already is."

"But what if she does find him? Will she really go away with him?"

"No one here is ever going to let her run away with him. I swear they will go hunt them down if it's necessary."

"It's almost like in those novels." Rosie giggles.

"But one thing I do know now is that I can seriously keep this secret. Unlike the other."

"What a gathering over here. My oh my." The girls walk into Mrs. Bentley, walking down the stair. They stop immediately and look at each other.

"We are sorry, Mrs. Bentley." April apologizes.

"Very well. Lucy, Mistress has gone up."

"Yes, Mrs. Bentley."

"Oh and before you go. Give her this telegram. I forgot to give it to her."

Lucy nods and takes the envelope heading to her room.

"And April have you made miss Rose's room tidy yet?"

She looks down. "Not yet, Mrs. Bentley."

"Well then what are you doing here? Off you go!"

"Good evening, Ma'am" Lucy walks in.

"Hello Lucy."

"I've got a telegram for you. Here." She hands it to Ruth and she opens it.

"That's odd."

"Excuse me, ma'am?"

"Mrs. Swire wants to invite us for dinner tomorrow evening. Here in Philadelphia."

Lucy's eyes widen and she quickly looks away. "I thought she was in New York, ma'am?"

"I thought so too? Rose is coming back tomorrow, right?"

Lucy nods. "Yes, ma'am. Maybe they are traveling back together?"

"We'll see. I have to write her back. But I'll do that tomorrow."

…

"This is it." Rose sighs and turns towards Jack. He looks up to the building and then down to Rose's face. She looks a bit sad and he can see it.

"It's only for a week. Two at most."

"Yes…" Rose takes a deep breath. They look at each other and share one last kiss. But Jack doesn't want to let go making Rose giggle throughout this kiss.

"Jack, please." She laughs. In the meantime people are staring at her, looking at the poor tramp being in company of the high-class lady. She can see it and yet it doesn't make her uncomfortable. She feels proud and everyone is allowed to see it.

"Wait." She whispers and takes his hand, taking him inside.

"Rose, what are you doing?"

She doesn't respond and leads him through the big hallway. She can see the same man standing behind the reception and he looks at her raising an eyebrow. She tries to ignore it but when she sees him coming their way, she grabs Jack's hand even more and rushes him to the stairway.

"Quick, quick!" She laughs. They rush past people and bump against a few while laughing and not having a single care in the world.

"Here Sixth floor!" They march through the gallery and Rose opens the door of her room. They rush inside and after a few seconds they hear someone knocking on the door.

"Miss DeWitt Bukater are you in there?"

They can barely hold their laughter, but Rose keeps her finger to her mouth to sign Jack that they have to be quiet.

Another knock on the door. "Miss DeWitt Bukater?"

"Wait hide behind the door." She whispers to him.

*knock knock* "Miss?"

"Uh I am coming just a minute! Hide Jack!" She laughs.

She now opens the door and Jack hides himself behind the bed.

"Good evening." Rose smiles at him.

"Uh good evening, miss. I was wondering if everything were all right?"

Rose nods her head. "Yeah why wouldn't it be?"

"It seemed like you were in company of a man?"

Rose pretends like she is insulted. "Excuse me? Where did you get all this nonsense? I've been in my room for an hour."

His eyes widen. "Oh I am so sorry miss, I must have switched you with someone else. I do apologize."

"Well very good. If you will excuse me I have rather a headache."

"Of course miss. Excuse me miss."

Rose closes the door and they burst out laughing.

"Did you see his face?" Jack stands up from behind the bed and walks over to Rose. "I know right!" She laughs and takes his hands. They become quiet after a while and gaze at each other.

"You nervous?" Jack asks her, but Rose shakes her head. "No?" She whispers while pulling his hand towards her and placing gentle kisses onto his hand.

"Put your hands on me, Jack." She puts his hand onto her breast and they kiss each other passionately, falling onto the bed."

...

The next morning

The sun shines through the clear white curtains onto their faces. The sheets cover up their naked bodies and they are curled up in each other's arms.

Jack is already awake and stares at Rose's peaceful sleeping face. His left arm is wrapped around her making circles onto her bare back.

She smiles while keeping her eyes shut. She feels warm. And not only because of the sun burning on her face or Jack's body pressed against her, but it's this warmth feeling people talk about when they are in love.

"Good morning." She whispers still keeping her eyes closed. "Good morning." Jack answers while putting a kiss onto her forehead.

She now opens her eyes and smiles even more seeing his puffy eyes and even messier hair. She moves on top of his bare chest and gives him a proper kiss.

"Good morning." She says again.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Very well. Thank you. And you?"

"I didn't have a bad night myself. I mean these beds. Really good for my back pains." He jokes in a posh old man's voice.

Rose laughs and shakes her head. She turns onto her back and stares at the big clock hanging against the wall. "Shit." She quickly throws the sheets away and gets out of bed.

"What?" Jack now sits up and stares at her naked body rushing around the room as she grabs a dressing gown.

"It's a quarter past eleven. I have to take the train at twelve."

"Do you want me to bring you?"

She shakes her head and grabs her undergarments and dress. "It will only cost me time. I'll take a taxi," she ignores her corset and steps into her dress.

Jack gets out of bed as well and puts on his clothes.

"Jack, could you button this up, please?"

"Of course." He steps behind her and closes her dress, leaving a kiss on the hem of her neck.

"I think I'll have to go now." Rose sighs and plays with the buttons on Jack's shirt.

"You'll be fine. And I'll write you for sure."

"Please write as much as you can, even if you have nothing to tell me. Write me."

"I will." He smiles and kisses her gently.

...

"I thought you just vanished into thin air." Amanda peaks her head around the corner of Jack's room where he is standing while changing his shirt. He turns around and holds the shirt against his bare chest.

She smiles and walks into the room. "I was gone for the night, but I'm back." He smiles.

"And where is your friend?"

"Rose? Oh she has gone back home."

"And is she coming back?"

"Why are you so interested in her?" He raises an eyebrow and is about to throw his shirt over his head, but Amanda stops him by taking his shirt.

"May I have it back?"

"I just care about you, Jack. That's all. And she is engaged."

"But she came all the way to New York, for me. You don't know her, so please don't get yourself into it."

"I only want to help you, Jack!" She whines.

"But I don't want you to. Amanda, you are extremely nice and kind hearted, but I am in love with her. And I'm going back to Philadelphia. Point made."

Amanda sighs and leans in wanting to kiss him. Jack turns his head away and takes his shirt back.

"Please, Amanda."

"I'm sorry." She whispers and walks out of his room.

...

"Hello?" Rose asks as she walks into the hallway with her suitcase in her hands.

Cal walks out of the library and smiles when he sees his fiancée.

"Welcome back, Sweet Pea." He kisses her on the cheek and Rose tries to smile at him. She can actually smile. During her way home she could only think about Jack and how relieved she feels.

"Hi. Where is mother?"

"In the library."

"Tell her I'm coming but I want to change first."

"Would you like some lunch?"

"No I ate on the train." Rose walks past him and heads up the stairs. Half way through she walks into April and the maid smiles at her.

"Welcome back, miss."

"Thank you, April." They both walk to Rose's room and Rose drops her suitcase onto her bed the minute she walks in.

"How was it in New York?" She tries to act as normally as possible.

"Good, thank you."

"Mrs. Swire doing well?"

Rose nods. "Yeah she is doing great." April nods as well and unbuttons her dress. She sighs. "Miss, are you still mad at me?"

"No. Why?"

"Because of what happened. I just feel like you don't look at me the same way anymore."

"Don't worry about it. I am not mad."

"So you don't mind?"

"Could you put on my corset, April? No one could help me this morning."

"Yes, miss." April mumbles

...

"Hello, mother." Rose enters the room and takes a seat next in front of her.

"Rose, did Mrs. Swire ask you if we could come over for dinner tonight? She sent a telegram yesterday asking if we'd like to come dine with her tonight."

Rose grabs a cup of tea from a tray and tries to not give anything away.

"Yes," she lies, "She asked me when I arrived, but I told her to write you because I can't speak for one another. What did you answer?"

"Oh I said we couldn't come, because of wedding preparations."

"But we don't have anything to do tonight?"

"Exactly. I just didn't want to come. I am not judging you for spending time with her, Rose. But don't you find her weird?"

"Mother, what a mean thing to say."

Ruth laughs. "Can't I have an opinion?"

"You can. But I find it rude to just judge people based on your beliefs."

Ruth raises an eyebrow and puts down her cup of tea. "I guess we aren't on the same level on this."

"I agree with that."

"Ladies, Mr. Greyson is in town." Cal walks in the library holding a telegram.

"Mr. Greyson? Oh how wonderful we haven't seen him in over a year." Ruth smiles

"I just got a telegram from him."

"Why don't you ask him to come over for dinner tonight?" Rose looks at her mother and rolls her eyes.

"If he is at his office now I may as well call him." Cal smiles and walks off.

"Don't you find, Mr. Greyson weird, mother?" Rose smirks sarcastically.

….

"But you've only been working here for I don't know maybe four days." Mr. Flincher tells Jack.

"I know, sir. But I have to do this."

"But are you getting married soon?" he now asks Jack. He hasn't thought about that subject for one second. He hasn't thought about marriage. Ever. But one thing he does know is that he does want to marry Rose. He knows that she is the one. But right now? He hasn't got a penny to spend on a wedding. And Rose is only eighteen and Jack almost 23, but they are so young.

Jack looks at him and nods. "Yes."

"Well I can't force you to stay. But how am I going to find anew chauffeur anytime soon."

"I can stay until you have found a new one. Not a single problem, sir."

Mr. Flincher nods. "That's something positive. Well, Jack. I'll write your reference and you can go whenever I have found a new one."

"Thank you, Mr. flincher."

…

That evening.

"And the thing was that I didn't with it whatsoever. But with those things you can only hope for the best. And it became better cause now I have my own house in Philadelphia as well as London." Mr. Greyson smiles and takes a sip of his wine.

"But what did Catherine think about this?"

"She hated it, of course. But she's fine with it now."

"But she had a say in it, right?" Rose asks him.

"I didn't want to bother her with it." He nervously laughs.

"But that's unfair."

"Rose, not now." Ruth warns her daughter.

"I have the right to have an opinion."

"You do, Sweet Pea. But it's not the time to discuss it now."

"I think it's time for dessert." Ruth tries to change the subject.

Albert walks into the dining room and clears his throat. "Miss, Rose there is someone at the door for you."

"Who?"

"Some Miss Amanda Lewis?"

Rose raises an eyebrow and stands up. "Excuse me." She tells the others and follows Albert outside. "Where is she?" She asks him.

"She came through the servants entrance, miss. She is still downstairs."

"Could you send her to the library, please."

"Of course, miss." Albert nods and heads downstairs to fetch Amanda.

Rose is utterly confused and waits in the library until the door opens. Rose recognizes the girl and stands up from the couch.

"Good evening?" she says hesitantly. Amanda gives her the most ignorant smile ever.

"I know you. You are a maid at the Flincher house, right?"

Amanda nods. "That's right."

"Then why are you here?"

"To tell you that you have get the hell away from Jack."

"Excuse me?"

"I know your kind of people. Using people as a possession and leave them in the gutter whenever they aren't so interesting anymore."

"I don't know what you want from me. But may I ask you to leave my house and never have to guts to return."

Amanda laughs. "Exactly what I mean. He loved me! And then you came and needed to mess things up!"

"Loved you? Get the hell out off my house!"

"I've warned you. But if I carry his baby then you'll have to pay for it! Because they know and they are blackmailing me!"

"And how should I believe you?"

"You want prove?"

"Of course I want prove. Because I don't know why you are making this up, but if you want money you can better ask me straightly than using a pathetic made up list." Rose rings the bell.

"Fine. I'll give you prove."

The door opens and Albert walks in. "You rang, miss?"

"Yes. Could you show Miss Lewis here the way out and make sure she never steps a foot into this house ever again?"

He nods. "Certainly, miss." He takes her by the arm and drags her out off the room.

"I'll prove it!" She lastly screams. Rose is shaking and decides to return to the dining room.

What on earth was she talking about? Carrying Jack's baby? She must bee drunk. Cause it's not true. I know it's not true!

"Who was that?" Ruth asks her daughter.

"Some drunk woman claiming I owed her money." She makes up.

'What?!" Cal asks furiously.

"It's fine, Cal. She is gone now."

"How did she know you?"

"How would I know?"

"Bloody underclass people. They should lock them up or if they really want money they should go and find a job."

"Cal, leave it." Rose hisses. She takes a huge sip of her wine to calm her nerves. She can't believe what just happened.