This is the final part then guys! Unless...

He left the building, climbed into a taxi and headed home alone, hours before the event was due to end. It had been a shit night, the show had won basically nothing and he'd been rejected by the only girl he'd really ever wanted. Ironic how much like Joey he sounded at this point.

By the time he'd got home, changed and plonked himself in front of the TV with a beer it was almost 1am. He sat there for around half an hour before dozing off, and just as he began to do so, the door buzzed. He rubbed his eyes and stood, walking over to the intercom.

"Hello?" he grumbled, not knowing who to expect.

"Can I come up?" she whispered. David's eyes grew wider not knowing why she was there or what to do, but he knew they needed to talk. Without answering her, he pressed the button opening to door and letting her make her way up to his flat.

He rushed into his room to grab a t-shirt to cover up, knowing it would get them nowhere if he was stood half naked when the door was knocked. He rushed back again and opened the door, before pulling his top down to cover him.

He looked back up at the girl on the other side, her eyes looked as if she'd been crying as they met his after sweeping across his body before his shirt had covered him. He stepped to the side, allowing her in and she walked straight up to him and kissed his cheek.

"Harriet, how come you're back so early?" He asked her, confused and tired.

"My last day got cancelled so I got the late train home, and I missed you" She replied leaning up to kiss his lips. Before he could think about what he was doing he turned his head so her lips met his cheek once again. Guilt filled his insides, knowing he couldn't just let her carry on, it wasn't fair, on either of them.

"Look Harri, can we talk?" He asked her nervously motioning towards the sofa. She nodded slowly and edged towards it sitting down on the opposite end to her boyfriend. "I…"

"I knew this would come," She sighed, bowing her head in realisation. "One of the reasons I didn't want to come tonight,"

"Huh.. What?" He wondered in confusion.

"Her, Jacqueline, every time she's around, I turn invisible." She sighed again, a small smile forming over her mouth. "But it's okay,"

David was baffled, in no way did he anticipate this, an easy break up with this theatrical girlfriend?
"Nothing happened Harriet, honestly," he lied, one wouldn't hurt and he already felt awful for stringing her along for so long. Harriet nodded and moved her hand over to rest on his leg and squeezed him gently.

"You look confused," she chuckled wondering what he was thinking.

"Yeah, didn't expect you to know" He sighed, "I am sorry you know, I.. I couldn't help,"

"I know babe," She nodded in understanding. "It was always going to happen, you two have hit it off from the moment you laid eyes on each other"

"Hm," he didn't know if he agreed, because he knew Jacqueline didn't. "Do you want to stay tonight? I mean it's late, you can have my bed, I'll have the sofa or.. I don't mind…"

"No, don't worry about it, I'm going." She stood up and waited for him to follow before moving to hug him tightly. "You'll always be a good friend you know,"

"You too, thanks Harriet," He kissed her cheek softly in thanks before they pulled apart and she headed for the door, turning for one last glance as she did.

As he shut the front door he sighed again, a sigh of relief. How did that go so well? He shook his head and made his way over to the window watching at Harriet walked out of the entrance to his building. He glanced around the street noticing how quiet it was, apart from one figure he could just make out in the dim street lamp making their way away from his direction. He grabbed his phone quickly as he realised who it was.

"Jac" he breathed as the recipient answered, his eyes closing for a second.

"Hey," She said quietly, he watched her turn around slightly and glance up obviously not being able to see him.

"Where are you?" he asked her, wondering if she'd tell him the truth.

"Just by my house," he knew it; he knew she wouldn't be truthful. But why was she here?

"Funny, come up now. It's cold," He watched as she turned around, practically spinning and glanced up at his window before a small smile formed on her mouth. She hung up and began walking towards the entrance, already being let straight in.

He heard a faint knock on his door a few moments later and practically rushed to answer it.

"Hey" she whispered, daring to look up at him. He shuffled awkwardly, moving to the side to allow her into his flat.

"What are you doing here Jac?" he questioned in almost a whisper. She turned back to face him, allowing herself to glance up at him.

"I'm sorry," She began, "That shouldn't have happened,"

He scoffed and shook his head, "Yeah I know, you said," He turned around to avoid facing her, not really wanting to hear what she had to say. He began playing with the lamp on the table near the door when he heard her footsteps come towards him and before he knew it she was stood in front of him. He still refused to look up but instead focused on the floor, his feet suddenly becoming more interesting.

"Hey," she whispered, moving her hand and cupping his cheek, lifting his head up. He lifted his eyes to meet hers, seeing the regret and confusion staring straight back at him. "I meant I shouldn't have run away,"

He couldn't quite believe what he was hearing; did she really just say that?

"What?" he murmured, reaching up to her hand and pulling it away from his face, entwining it with his.

"I shouldn't have run away," she sighed, looking down at their entwined hands and stepping closer to him. "I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking straight," She looked up at him and smiled briefly. "You seem to make me really nervous,"

A smile formed on his face as he began to relax, understanding what she meant. "I think we have that in common," he chuckled slightly, his other hand coming up to her face and stroked her cheek softly. "Why did you run straight back to him though?" he questioned, his face becoming torn and confused.

"It's what I know," she replied honestly, "But you have no idea how bad I felt, seeing you walk in," She reached for his other hand and pulled it up to look at, "and this, I am not worth this," she stroked his bruised knuckles before bringing them up to her mouth and kissing them tenderly.

"You are worth a lot more than that," he whispered, stroking her cheek again. He sighed gently, a smile sitting comfortably on his face until he realised something. "If you mean all of this, why did you lie when you said you weren't outside? Why were you walking away?"

Jacqueline shrugged and sighed herself, "I saw her leave your flat," meaning Harriet, "I thought I was being stupid thinking you'd even consider talking to me again, let alone anything else. She wouldn't do that to you, she loves you and you love her. I hurt you and we aren't even together,"

David nodded in understanding, she was right but he didn't care anymore. "I broke up with her Jac," She brought her eyes back up to his as he said that. She raised her eyebrow at him, questioning his seriousness to which he nodded and smiled gently.

"Why?" she asked, hoping she knew the answer.

He said nothing; he leaned forward and planted his lips onto hers, all the emotions and feelings from before flying straight back. He felt her smile into the kiss as it became more passionate, every other aspect of their confusing and complicated lives vanishing from their minds, nothing but each other in that moment mattered. Their lips worked against each other, matching every move equally. David grazed his tongue against her bottom lip and his teeth clenched it gently, stifling a moan from the back of her throat along with a gasp, allowing him access. His hands ran down her body, needing to consume every part of her in that moment as her hands wrapped around his neck pulling him closer. If the first kiss was anything, then this was perfection. They worked as one for what felt like hours but in reality were no longer than a few minutes before his hands swam up her body and cupped her cheeks allowing him to reluctantly pull away in desperate need of air. He rested his forehead against hers; both of their eyes still firmly shut tight wanting to savour the moment.

"That's why," he whispered calmly, regaining his breath. No running, no regret, this time it was just the two of them following their hearts.

There is a chance, and i say a "chance" i could possibly be persuaded to continue as a full story, but there are conditions! I need time to write it, obviously and i will not be able to finish it for over a month due to exams and commitments blah de blah!

Also i have other stories that desperately need finishing, but i'm liking this story so hmm maybe?

R&R? Let me know what you want etc, :-)

Hope you like it!

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