Argh, this slipped my mind completely. I meant to update AGES ago so I'm sorry everyone! Shizuka Ayasato the songs (in order) were "Last kiss – Taylor Swift", "Need you now – Lady Antebellum", "Total eclipse of the heart – Bonnie Tyler", "Miserable at best – Mayday parade", "Three cheers for five years – Mayday parade" and obviously "The only exception – Paramore" (I know you knew two of them, but thought I'd chuck all of them in anyway). Also, glad scaler24 andGeorgiexxxSaurez are enjoying this. It's nearly over; my God it's taken me over a year to publish all of this, only a few to go now. :) Enjoy!

Twenty-one

I can barely believe I'm doing this and yet I'm out of the door in minutes. It's literally a case of grabbing my keys, finding my phone and leaving to wave over a taxi. I have to catch her.

And yet in the taxi I start to panic.

Am I making the right choice?

If she wants to leave, who am I to stop her?

Just because we slept together, I can't assume she'd want anything more; wouldn't she have stayed if she did? And anyway, a relationship is so much more than sex. We'd be risking everything and possibly lose everything we've built up in the last three years.

What on earth am I going to say to her?

I take a deep breath in the vague hope of relieving the stress. The taxi driver gives me an odd look, which is hardly surprising considering I've been practically hyper-ventilating for the last few minutes. A shaky feeling takes on my body; it would be excitement was I not so nervous and completely and utterly anxious. Is this the time for a long drawn out speech, or is it just a moment where I should express my feelings in the simplest way possible?

I need to be blunt with her – to lay all my cards out on the table.

And okay, so maybe if she doesn't feel what I feel, we don't start a relationship? And maybe things are a little awkward for a while, but I know we'd get back to normal eventually...if I'm not what she wants, it's fine . . . right?

And then I'm finally there at the station, still as anxious as ever, slightly sweaty and breathless and trying to work out at which point I changed. When did I realise how I felt? Was it the moment I questioned the nature of our relationship? Was it the moment I realised a life without Maya is a downright boring one? Or was it the moment we almost kissed last night.

It's sudden, I guess. Completely and utterly ridiculous. The idea that a few days ago she was just "Maya". Category-less. I didn't fancy her, I didn't not fancy her. She was just there; my friend, my partner, through thick and thin and I know I'd do anything to protect her.

I think she knows it too.

I quickly make my way to the platform and stare around manically. I have to catch her, I just have to...

Sure, I could ring her when she gets there, but romance isn't dead yet. Chasing her through a train station seems like a much better story. Something to tell the kids...and suddenly I'm thinking about kids. Uh, yeah, maybe we'll take it one step at a time...

I'm searching for her. I see her everywhere, every swish of dark hair, every purple top and every oddly dressed woman.

And I can't help but question one more time . . .

How did we get here?

The question flows though my mind and I can't help but wonder it as my eyes meet hers at a distance, long ebony hair falling down her back and grey eyes swimming with tears. To me, she's never looked more beautiful.

Those eyes were the second thing I saw that fateful day we met. It seems like everything has changed. Her eyes haven't though. Though they were sad, it detracted nothing from their utter beauty. They were still breath-taking, but now I feel a different kind of heaviness in my heart. The day we met, the first thing I saw was Mia's dead body. This time, it was a suitcase.

There are people everywhere. Busy with their lives; saying hello, saying good bye. Today, I didn't plan on saying either of those things. I know exactly why I'm here and I stride over to her, not breaking eye-contact at all. Hoping I look more confident than I feel, I grab her hand and stand close to her, our bodies almost touching.

"Maya-"

"Nick?"

" . . . Don't go." I whisper.

Please don't go.

Urgh, I'll have to go take a bath now. Wash off the stench of cliché that's clinging to me right now. I do love romantic drivel though. :')