A/N: If it's possible, please listen to the song above once the writing goes into italics! It fits perfectly :)

"I think I need to go and see him."

Looking up with startled eyes at my words, I feel breathless as emotions bombard me. Every moment that we've ever has plays like a videotape in my head. Every flirt, every kiss, every moment. Running into his arms. Holding him close to me even though he could never be close enough. What were we thinking?

An article came out. One of hundreds that have been about me and I'm going to throw the best god damn thing that's ever happened to me out of the window? No. I refuse. We're not going down like this. Even if he's still angry at me, he needs to know that I want this. Him. Everything that comes with it and that includes the media.

Clara notices my change in my emotions and looks at me with a glint in her eye. "I think you should go for it." She smiles.

"I'm going to. I'll see you guys later." I say, rushing out in a flurry of jumbled words.

Making my way out, I hail a taxi as the rain pounds down onto my hair, the storm arriving just as predicted. But I don't feel the rain drops, or the wind from the summer storm that we're having. I'm immune to it all as I sit in the taxi, reciting the address that's been tattooed into my mind nine months ago.

Inside of me is a ball of hope, golden and shining as I make my way to where I belong.

Watching the rain bounce off of the windows, the darkening sky makes city feel small and enclosed. Closing my eyes with content, memories of my happiest day come flooding back to me.

"You are so wrong!" I laugh, holding my stomach as it begins to ache with all of the laughing. "Penguins are so cute. They're harmless."

"They are not." Theo argues, flicking his napkin towards me with discontent. "They are beasts."

"Beats? Really? They can't even fly!"

"That's what makes them even freakier!"

"Oh my god, you are hopeless." I roll my eyes.

Theo grins at me. "Would now be a bad time to say hopeless for you?"

"There's never a bad time to say that." I smile back, my heart fluttering against my rib-cage.

"Never a bad time to say dessert, either. That was amazing." He smiles, his brown eyes warm.

I stand up from my chair and run a hand down my dress, smoothing out any crinkles. "Thank you."

"No, thank you." Theo smiles, standing up and wrapping an arm around my waist.

Dipping his head down, he connects our lips together in their addicting dance. Moving his hands from my waist to cradle my face, I hold onto his forearms as support. Adoration bombards me as I stretch up to get closer to him, never close enough. Breathing deeply as we separate, Theo begins to kiss down my neck as I giggle.

"We seriously don't have time. Mr Walden's going to be here soon." I sigh, gently pushing him away from me no matter how much my body is crying for his.

"I hate when you're so responsible." Theo rolls his eyes before going back to my table and collecting the dishes, walking through to the kitchen.

"Oh yeah, 'cause I'm the responsible one." I taunt as he comes back through, motioning to his cleaning.

"You cooked. I'll clean." He shrugs, picking up the rest of them.

I grin at him and follow him through to the kitchen, helping him load the dishes into the dishwasher despite his numerous complaints - we were on a time crunch. Our three month anniversary arrived on the same night as red carpet. Deciding to have an early dinner at my place before the event, time was ticking away fast as I knew we would have to leave soon.

Luckily we were already dressed for it and all I had left to do was touch up my make-up. Dressed in a stunning burgundy dress with a low neck and a thing split, the dress screamed elegance with a touch of daring. Theo was dressed in a classic white shirt and black slacks - I was a big fan.

After taking a final look around when everything was tidied away, I walked to the mirror in the hallway and re-powdered some of my make-up. The event was hosted by the channel Queries was broadcasted on and Theo and I were only going for the after-party red carpet so there was really no need for a make up team. Plus, this meant more time alone with Theo.

Coming behind me in the mirror, Theo wraps his arms around me and places his head on my shoulder. Meeting his eyes through the glass, the tension between us yells with anticipation for when it's going to be addressed. I place my hand on top of his that's resting on my waist, squeezing it gently in a reassuring way - as if my actions are whispering I know, we're getting there.

"You look so beautiful tonight." He whispers, placing a kiss on my shoulder.

I turn around in his arms, abandoning my make-up. I wrap my arms around his neck before whispering, "I think you're a bit biased."

"I am. But regardless, you going to blow everyone away tonight." He winks, smiling.

"I'm pretty sure everyone will be concentrated on the drinks since it's an after party. Thank god we didn't have to go to the main event." I say, relieved.

"Good change of subject," Theo winks before continuing with a serious face. "I know, it is lucky. But at the same time, it's only fair. Management always ship us off to these events, it's about time they're ferried off to one."

I laugh, tilting my head back. Theo squeezes my waist before releasing me and walking away as I turn back to my make-up. Once I look better than five minutes ago, which isn't saying much, we head downstairs to see Mr Walden waiting for us.

Getting into the car, the music has been turned off for silence. The lack of noise is soothing and reassuring as I begin to put my thoughts into order. It's our fourth red carpet with our secret relationship but that doesn't make them any easier. My nerves are on full alert, tingling and fizzing away inside of my veins just waiting for the right time to light. As my heart slams against my rib-cage, I take a deep breath to steady myself.

Parking at different entrance, Mr Walden keeps the car running as he waits for me to hop out, disguising Theo and I's entrance together.

I lean over and kiss Theo on the lips, knowing I probably won't b able to do this again until tomorrow morning. Savoring the feel of his lips against my own, I release our hold with a sigh, keeping our foreheads together.

"Try to keep your eyes off of me." I joke, squeezing his arms.

"See," Theo sighs, exasperation lining his tone. "That's where I fail."

"I believe in you. See you soon, Williams."

In one last flurry, I'm out of the car and making my way into the building. I'm escorted out to the red carpet by a member of security and before I know it, I'm posing in front of more cameras than I can count. Constantly making sure my back is straight and my smile is on, I move through the red carpet as eloquently as I can with varying success.

I'll never really know how it went until the pictures are released and the dreaded 'worst dressed' list comes out. Usually I've looked okay in them but there have been a few that have caught less than preferable angles and Clara has acted like it's Christmas come early.

Shaking my head off all of my incessant thoughts, I make my way through the venue and into the main ball room. The whole event is being held in a renovated grand manor house. It's charming wooden, rustic themes still lie across the house but with new grand features and chandeliers, the golden glow casts a atmosphere of elegance across the house. Buzzing with people from all over the industry, I make my through the crowds, picking up a glass of champagne on the way.

The main area is more like three room, all joined by arches. Each one is filled with crowds. The middle one had a dance floor in the middle but the other two just have random chairs dotted around the outside of them.

The writers and directors organised this house, which explains its setting. A more common sight is a big room with strobe lights and a dance floor but this area of chatter and music in the background has a calm elegance to it. I spot a area cleared for dancing and I know the music and the dancing will pick up as the night goes on.

"Enjoying yourself, Alexandria?" Doug asks, appearing at my shoulder.

I turn around and smile, pressure weighing down on my shoulders. Pressure to impress. "It's lovely, a lot calmer than usual which is nice."

"My thoughts exactly. How was the red carpet? Nothing major?"

I waved a hand in nonchalance. "Yeah, it was fine, Doug. Don't worry about it."

"Great. You'll have to excuse me, I see Fredrick has just walked in." He smiles.

"Of course." I smile through his lie, stepping aside to let him go.

Walking an talking for half an hour more, my feet are beginning to ache as I finally come acros some familiar faces. Noah and Theo sit on two of the bar stools situated in the corner of the room talking and laughing about something. Weighing up my options, I deem this situation explainable if there was to be any prying eyes and make my way over to them.

I walk over in my heels, ignoring the ache in my feet and come to stand beside Theo in his chair, facing Noah. "Anyone interesting?" I ask.

"Not a single one." Theo grins, looking up at me from his chair.

"Shame there wasn't something we could do." I suggest cheekily, wanting out of here.

The music suddenly begins to get louder as people cheer, the crowds getting more rowdy as more and more drinks are poured. I'm still hanging onto my first glass of champagne and Theo has no drink with him. Noah looks to be on his fourth beer.

"Come with me." Theo begs, his face turning serious.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

"He just hates being here. You guys go, I'll distract on the dance floor." Noah offers and Theo sends him a relieved look.

Standing up, Theo reaches for my hand but decides against it as make our way out of the room and into the hallway, where big oak doors stand. Choosing one to the right, we open the door and I gasp at the vastness of it. With a tall ceiling and almost no furniture, the room looks barren. A desk stands in the left hand corner, a lamp siting on top of it which lets golden light trickle around the room - the corners still left in darkness.

"This is so much better." Theo groans and he finally takes my hand, dragging me into the room and shutting the door, locking it behind him.

"No," I pause and shuffle out of my heels, my feet crying in relief as they land on the cool, wooden floor. "That is so much better."

"I agree, I like you being a bit shorter than me. Means I can wrap you up." Theo laughs, demonstrating by wrapping his arms around me.

I squeeze him back, pressing my cheek against his suit jacket. Breathing in his scent, I exhale calmly as peace consumes me for the first time tonight. The music gets even louder from next door and soon we can hear it faintly in our room. Instead of usual pop music, it's performed by a live band and the difference is monumental.

Theo leans down and kisses my forehead before tilting my face up using his index finger. I drown in his brown eyes as he asks, "Dance with me?"

"If you can keep up." I grin back.

He smiles back and takes my hand, placing his other one on my waist. We start slow, out movements unsure. But by the time the music has changed to the second song, we're twirling across the room in clumsy waltz. Laughing, I tilt my head back and follow his lead, letting my bare feet skim the floor as my dress flares out around me. Theo's arms remain firm around me, supporting me as I fly in the bliss of the moment.

We carry on loosing ourselves in the room for half an hour, the music keeping our feet in sync as we explore the corners of the room. The golden glow casts shadows across Theo's face, highlighting his cheekbones and making his lips look more inviting than they ever have. We never loose eye contact as we spin, waltz and step around the room.

The music begins to die down half an hour later, the beat slowing down to a steady gentle pace, but we don't loose our contact as our hands stay intertwined in a seal of commitment. I hug myself to his suited body, pressing my cheek against where his heart beats with mine. Our footsteps slow and when I open my eyes, I find us swaying the middle of the room.

Theo moves his hands down, grasping my waist between his two hands as I wind my arms around his broad shoulder. His hands don't wander any further, they stay where they are as they act as a source of heat for my already flushed body. Words linger on my mouth but a fear of rejection keeps them where they are, locked away until I find the courage to murmur them to the man who deserves them the most.

We sway and time looses its meaning as minutes tick by. No words are spoken, our bodies do it for us as we sway side to side. Eventually, Theo takes a deep breath and I take the initiative to look up at him. His eyes capture mine immediately and any reserves that I once had get washed away by the emotions pouring out through his eyes.

"There's no where else I would rather be right now." Theo murmurs, biting his bottom lip.

My heart speeds up from his actions and I wind my shaky hands in to his hair, tilting his head down to meet mine. Our breaths mingle, our bodies slow to a stop. I take a deep breath before murmuring the words that had taken root inside of my head three months ago.

"I love you, Theodore."

His grin erupts though his emotions. Pressing his forehead to mine, he presses a kiss to my lips and fills my body with adoration before pulling back, keeping our faces close as he murmurs his next words.

"I love you too, Alexandria."

We smile together and our lips join again, my feet lifting off of the floor as he grasps my body closer to his. A seal of finality runs through me as my body and mind come to the conclusion that he is mine and I am his. There's no-one else for me and as our smiles split up our kiss, I know that he feels the same way.

The golden glow of the room takes place in my chest, the ball burning and bright as we except each other for everything that we are.

We dance for another hour, often stopping for an embrace. Our hands stay linked and our words are spoken in soft, hushed whispers like secrets admitted in the middle of the night. His presence is drugging but I'll gladly be an addict if I get to spend the rest of my life with him.

The bright lights Brooklyn wake me up from my momentary daydream. Paying the cab driver, he parks two streets away from Theo's like I planned.

The rain pelts down on my head, and by the time I make it into the building, my jeans and thin t-shirt are plastered to my body, creating a film of ice across it. But the reborn ball in my chest creates a heat inside of me that keeps me walking towards a future that I know I have to fight for.

That we have to fight for.

I easily pass security since I'm on the list and before I know it, I'm standing in front of the white door that has the love of my life on the other side. My breathing is shaky and I clench my hands into fists, hoping to keep the adrenaline controlled for as long as possible. Raising my hand up, I knock three times and the sound echoes across the empty corridor.

It's the last sound I hear before the door opens.

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Author's Note:

What's happening?! What is Alex doing??

I think the dance scene was one of my favorite scenes to write in the whole book. I was so excited to write it, so I really hope you enjoyed it :)

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