Chapter 14

[Doorbell]

"I should've said something. I'm such an idiot" his fingers were on the bridge of his nose as he laid his head back on the sofa "Do you know why you're an idiot? Because you thought it was a good idea to let her go 'It's for the best' you said, well looks where that's got you" he scolded himself as he took in deep breaths.

He ignored the doorbell the first time, and the second and the third. But it just kept ringing

"Oh you incessant thing" he screeched, storming over to the gates, and opening it abruptly as he stared a small French man "What!?" Klaus was practically shouting, he didn't mean to be rude but the poor man just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. The man looked a little shell shocked as he stood there holding a note in his hands

"I was told to bring you this?"

"By who" Klaus snatched the note from his hands as his face softened as he read it:

Klaus
A small parting gift to thank you for your hospitality
Love Caroline

"She got me a gift?" he frowned, looking back up at the man with a completely different expression. He kept staring at the note, her handwriting, the way she wrote his name. It all made him light up

"Yes" the man responded to the question that Klaus wasn't really asking him. He motioned to the thing behind him "This is also for you" Klaus looked up gasping as he walked past the man

"A car" he paused touching the bronze bonnet upwards towards the wind screen "she bought me a car" it was more of a statement than a question. He just stared at it, it wasn't anything like his old one but the colour was spot on.

He was shocked; he didn't have the words to speak. He looked at the every detail of the car; it must have cost her a lot. Where did she get the money for this? Then a thought occurred to him "How much did she pay you for this?"

"€20,000" Klaus looked up to skies, smiling as he rolled his eyes "That little Angel" he laughed as the man stared at him in confusion. Instead Klaus ran over to him, blocking off all his routes of escaping as he began hugging him. The little French man stood rigid in his grasps, unsure what to make of the situation

"Thank you" he said

"For what, Sir?"

"For making me realise something" he chuckled, what am I still doing here? He laughed as he jumped slightly, taking the keys off the man as he jumped in the car. The man looked at him, as he smiled until it faded as he realised he had no way of getting home. Before he could object the car was gone and he was left stranded at the place it all started.

[7.30pm]

He had been driving for a while and it didn't seem like he was getting any closer to the airport. He had those classic French tunes on again as he drove, in his new car. It was spotless inside, with its cream leather seats and the steering wheel was a dream to hold. He admired the appearance of the inside, it even had one of those touch screen's that showed the car behind when reversing.

It was a top notch car, if he said so himself.

He still couldn't believe that she spent all of that money on him, someone he was still convinced she hated. His feelings for her had grown more over the two weeks. They were getting stronger, turning from almost hatred to lust. What he was feeling now was a mystery.

It seemed too early to call it love. But knowing him, he wouldn't know love, if it hit him in the face. Whatever it was call, he knew they had a connection and surely, she felt it too?

Even though, he started to second guess himself, the way she was around him, her body language suggested that she liked him. The way she would blush when he called her love or the way they shared looks that lasted far too long to class as friends. But then she would change, actually abruptly and angrily towards him, like she was angry with him or herself.

She was probably as confused as he was but he was tired of trying to make assumptions about what she was feeling, he needed to confront her. Do the thing he should have done as she left in the taxi, the thing he should have done when she shared his bed. He has been too much of a coward to face his feelings.

Enough was enough.

He saw the sigh saying airport as he turned left, parking in any car park he found before dashing out the car. He ran inside checking the board to find her airline

"Gate 36" he read as he sped off, following the signs. The watched as the security guards eyed him up, debating whether or not to stop him. They looked like they were going to start running after him but after a bit of hesitation they decided not to. He got to the departure longue as he looked at the lady there. He slowed down and turned up the charm as he tried to get past her

"Sorry Sir, do you have a ticket?" he gave his dimpled smile and flicker his eye lids

"Here's the thing, love. I gotta to go to Gate 36. There's a girl there that's about to get on a plane to LA in about 10 minutes. And I can't let her do that" the woman stared at him trying to resist the obvious affect he was having on her

"No ticket, No pass"

"Come on, I'm not even getting on a plane so why do I need a ticket? Think about it, sweetheart? You can even guide me there if that makes a difference" she hesitated before nodding as she followed behind Klaus as he ran through, she showed her card every time they got stopped.

It was just after 8.00pm now and Klaus saw Gate 36 ahead of him

"We're nearly there" he shouted back at Elisa (The lady at the departure gate), she smiled, slightly out of breath trying to keep up with him. He rolled his eyes as another lady stopped them at the gate. You got to be kidding me? He thought as he tried to smile, the waiting room was empty and Klaus was starting to lose hope

"I'm sorry sir –"she began to speak but Klaus was determined to get on that plan, regardless what she said

"Listen, there is a girl on that plane and I need to talk to her" he tried to push pass but they wouldn't budge. He kept pushing but there was no luck, the door was locked, he gave a deep sigh. He could hear the lady trying to tell him something but he wouldn't listen, it wasn't until she said it over the announcements that he understood

"The flight to LA has now departed from the airport" he stood, as he did a double take looking from the woman behind the counter to Eliza who shook her head

"I missed her?"

"I'm afraid so" he melted on to the floor where he crouched. Eliza stroked his back in an attempt to comfort him but it was like his whole world came crumbling down and the only person he blamed was himself.

© Ms Zola, Oct 2012