A/N: Wow, here we are! After several chapter summary rewrites, a few title changes and a couple of chapter rewrites we are at the last chapter. I've had fun writing this and again thank you for all the faves, follows and kind reviews, I appreciate it! Hope you like the chapter :)
Rose was nervous walking into the fancy museum, the place was incredible with its tall white walls covered in paintings, a crystal chandelier hung overhead and soft classical music was playing. She walked by people talking and drinking champagne. Everything was really posh.
She was beginning to think this was a bad idea. "What was I thinking?" She muttered. But Rose continued to walk around a little further then noticed David's painting on the wall. It was a beautiful abstract painting. It kind of reminded her of a colorful waterfall. She stared in awe at the blended bright colors and smiled proudly.
Just then she heard David's voice. She searched the room until she spotted him near a potted plant speaking to a reporter. Her heart did flips, he was gorgeous in his tux.
Rose licked her dry lips and swallowed. It was now or never. She motioned over a waiter. "Yes, mam?" He said.
She smiled politely. "Could you tell Mr. Smith, over there," Rose pointed. "I need to see him and give him that, please?" Rose handed him some folded paper she had made into a flower in hopes he would recognize it.
The young man nodded and left. Now all Rose could do was wait and hope.
David slowly wandered around the room feeling bored and hating his tux, he tugged on his tie, muttering under his breath that he hated bow ties.
This was supposed to be an exciting night but he was miserable. He was still missing Rose. He sighed heavily. He couldn't wait for this to be over. Just then a young waiter came up to him. "Sir, there's a young lady that wishes to see you."
David shook his head, politely. He didn't feel like seeing anyone. "I'd rather not." "She also wanted to me to give you this." He added handing him the paper.
David studied the oddly folded paper and realized it was a flower. His eyes widen. It couldn't be, could it? Was Rose actually here?
He looked around anxiously until he saw Rose standing near a statue on the other side of the room looking so beautiful in her basic black strapped dress and matching heels, her hair was done up in soft curls. "Rose." He said under his breath and slightly smiled.
He thanked the waiter and slowly approached her, his heart was pounding in his chest as he walked trough the crowd. Rose glanced up at him slowly, tons of butterflies fluttered in her stomach.
"Hi," He smiled. "Hi." She replied shyly. David held up the flower. "I got your flower," He said studying it. "It's very nice."
She blushed. "Thanks still their not as pretty as yours." He just smiled at her thoughtfully. After a pregnant pause Rose sighed. "So how have you been?" He nodded. "I've been okay," David glanced at her. "You?"
"Fine, fine," Then Rose scoffed shaking her head. "Wait no, I haven't." She looked at him. "To be honest I've been absolutely miserable since the day you left." She admitted. Rose sighed and briefly turned her head trying not to cry. "It's my fault you're here," She looked back at him and quickly added. "I mean it's great your work is in a museum but it's my fault you left."
David started to speak. "Rose…"
She gently stopped him. "Wait let me finish. I need to say something though it's probably pointless. I just need to let you know that," Rose exhaled and gazed into his dark brown eyes. "I love you." She finally said. David looked at her slightly surprised. "I really love you," She smiled slightly. "I love your outlook on life, your heart and everything that makes you, you." "I've missed you so much," Rose sighed. "It's still hard to believe that you're not next door creating art anymore."
He smiled hopeful. "You love me?"
Rose nodded and sniffed.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked. Rose scoffed. "Well, the way you left I never got the chance, did I?" He hung his head ashamed. "I know, I'm sorry." He said softly. She glanced into his eyes confused. "Why did you leave like that anyway?"
David sighed. "Rose, I've loved you since the day you first knocked on my door," He replied honestly. "But I never thought I had a chance with you and I didn't mind being friends. To be honest I'd rather have your friendship then not have you near me at all." He admitted. He scoffed at himself. "But then that night happened and as wonderful as it was I felt like I betrayed our friendship. I was so scared of losing you I…ran, I..." He lowered his eyes. "I messed up."
Rose sighed. "I think we both messed up." He nodded. "Maybe," David glanced at her slowly. "But I don't regret anything I've done with you." She smiled as he kissed her hand.
David swallowed thickly. "So what happens next?" He asked softly. She shrugged looking up at him shyly. "What do you want to do?" He sighed taking her hand. "Well, I could transfer to a Torchwood closer to you and be near you… and maybe we could be a proper couple if you like."
Rose smiled. "I'd like that." "Yeah?" He grinned. She bit her lower lip and smiled. "Yeah." David smiled and leaned closer pressing his lips against hers in a tender kiss that made her melt.
After the kiss he wrapped his arms around her she held him close and smiled. She was never letting him go, again.