We all have weak moments. Moments where our bodies scream at us to do something and despite our minds battle against it, our bodies win and suddenly we're doing something that brings us joy. But the refusal of obeying your mind taints the joy with guilt. It stains it and suddenly, everything inside of you decompresses as the moment you imagine inside of your head turns out to be less than perfect.

My weak moments have been reoccurring as the days have gone by. Each one has gone from lasting a couple of seconds to minutes to hours and there's nothing I can do about it because my body was rebelling. The joy faded away a little bit each time, until my feelings of guilt and sadness merged together into frustration.

I used to be able to control myself, refrain myself. Keep my self calm and cool under watchful eyes but now I'm close to breaking point every time I leave the apartment that has become my sanctuary. It's my safe heaven that has kept me calm in these past weeks. I'm still close to losing myself inside of this frustration, but the slight calmness of being alone helps keep my mind set together - despite it being a scrap of what once was my unflappable personality.

On screen, the characters scream in fear but their reactions don't evoke any feelings inside of me. The smoke billows across the screen and I cross my arms over my chest, folding in on myself as I watch this film for the third time this week. Insidious has always been Alex's favorite film, our favorite film. Weakness found me when I got home from a director's meeting and I found myself putting it on before I could even think about it.

In my grey joggers and white t-shirt, my body feels hot with emotions because of the longing I feel for her. It's been so long since I've seen her. So long since I've held her. Kissed her. Laughed with her. Eaten with her. It's been so long since I've had a spark of joy inside of me I'm beginning to wonder if my body has just ran out of the matches.

I miss her so much but I'm waiting to make a move to see her. For all I know, she's still going to be mad at me. I've decided to give her another week and if we still don't have any form of communication then I'm going over there and telling her how I feel. I refuse to leave our relationship like this when there's still a chance that we could still make this work.

My film continues to whirl along, but I'm no longer surprised by the jump scares anymore, they're meaningless to me as I've watched it so many times. A knock on my door echoes across my apartment and I turn off the TV, my body yet again shouting for me to continue with it and ignore whoever is at the door.

I assume it's Noah coming around again to check how I'm doing so I don't even look at the mirror in my corridor before answering the door. I don't look through the key hole. I don't do anything except fling the door open with no hesitations, letting it bang against door stopper as my breathing hitches from the sight in front of me.

Shivering in front of me, Alex stands with her head held high despite the visible chill going down her spine. Her dark hair is tucked behind her ears, but droplets of water drop onto the floor behind her with an audible tap. Dark clothes smother her body, plastered on by the glue which is the rain. She bites her bottom lip as her eyes flicker nervously to mine, her cheeks flushed from the cold outside.

Breathless, I place a hand on my door to steady myself as I take her in. The woman who I've dreamed about and cried about is standing in front of me right now, dripping wet with the look of apprehension painted across her face, nervousness swirled in to complete the painting of her gorgeous face. Her blue eyes latch onto mine and I hold the eye contact. My heart pounds, my mind draws a blank.

Visibly swallowing, Alex takes a deep breath before murmuring, "Hello."

Stunned, air whooshes from my chest at the sound of her voice. I missed it more than I realised. "Hi."

She breaks our eye contact and looks down, re-tucking her hair behind her ears before looking up with apprehension written all over her face. "Um, can I come in?"

Her question renders me speechless as my heart thunders in my chest. Barely managing to keep myself sane or aware, I take a deep breath and nod. Opening the door wider for her, I step back to allow her through and she does, her body just avoiding contact. She begins to take her drenched shoes off and I take the bait that the situation has laid out.

"You'll need to change. I'll go get you clothes." I say, nearly whispering in the desolate silence that my apartment now seems to be encased in.

"You don't have to. I'm fine." She declines stubbornly.

I scoff and roll my eyes. "You're not fine, your clothes are soaked through. Stay there."

Walking into my bedroom, I curse myself for not having much of her stuff. Reaching for a pair of thick socks, one of her old t-shirts (that I hid from myself), I grab a pair of spare black joggers that I have and walk through with them. Holding the out for her in a pile, she takes them with shaky hands.

"You can get changed in the bathroom."

"Thank you." She says and keeps her head down as she walks away.

Whilst she's gone, I turn on my kettle and take a seat at on my sofa. Putting my hands behind my head, I blow out a breath in astonishment. What does this mean? Why is she here? Is this the end or the beginning?

I'm unable to answer any of the questions as Alex walks back out before I can ponder over any of them. Always more resourceful than I am, her old blue t-shirt fits her perfectly and she's rolled up my joggers to her ankles, tying the waist tight. Her hair has been scraped out of her face and put into a pony tail, leaving me in full view of her conflicted face. Thick socks blanket her footsteps, making them silent as she walks towards me and takes a seat on the other side of the sofa.

We sit in silence for a while, neither of us knowing where to begin. But I know she would've come around for a reason, so I turn and look at her after moments of silence, raising my eyebrows in a silent question.

"I'm here because," She begins, but her voice so shaky that she takes a deep breath to steady herself. "I think I made a mistake. We made a mistake."

"What do you mean?" I ask in confusion, my stomach somersaulting with all of the new information.

What does she mean mistake? Was our relationship a mistake? Is this where we well and truly end? I almost throw up at the thought, so I take a deep breath and calm myself down, bobbing my knee up and down in a steady rhythm as she begins talking again.

"I mean that we aren't toxic, we never could be. Admittedly, we had a pretty toxic fight but I refuse to throw that away over a fight, Theo. I refuse."

I nod in fake understanding, my eyes searching her face for any indication that she might be lying to me.

"What I'm saying is," She sighs, turning around to face me on the couch with her legs crossed. I copy her position so that we're a lot closer than before. "What we have was special. I don't need anyone to tell me that because I know that what we've got is it. You're my soulmate Theodore and I won't let incessant rumors drag us away from each other."

By the time Alex stops talking, her eyes are becoming misty with emotion. I furiously blink mine, refusing to let them overrule me because I know that if I begin crying, I'll never get anywhere. Inhaling a deep breath, it takes everything in me not to reach out to her as we sit on the sofa. Instead, I put my thoughts into words.

"How...when...What changed your mind? You were furious at me." I babble.

"Admittedly, I was. I'm sure you were furious at me, too. But for fuck sake, Theo, I refuse to leave you because we feel like we can't work through this." Alex shakes her head and I can feel happiness beginning pluck at my dark soul that's coated me in bad thoughts for the past week.

Before all of my self control breaks, I ask her one simple question that's been suck on my mind. One that could break us if we're not careful.

"How do we work through it then?"

"Go to Doug and demand a change in contracts. Tell your parents. And then maybe, eventually, announce to the public."

"Maybe?" I ask, feeling incredulous."What do you mean, maybe? Surely it's a one hundred percent or nothing."

"It is, that's why I'm saying eventually." Alex stresses, her sudden change in tone matching mine. "You need to understand that I'm scared. I've been ridiculed and taunted on social media before, I don't want to repeat it. This is a process and I don't want to screw it up because we rushed it."

"We won't repeat any taunting if we make it legit. Which is why I've already changed my contract." I sigh, crossing my arms over my chest. "Alex, we can't do this if you keep pushing us away, that was one of the reasons for the fight."

"I know that and I recognize that. I'm not pushing it away anymore, I realise what we have and I want to parade it off to the world." She insists. "Did you really get your contract changed?"

I nod. "Yeah. Doug came around and he asked about our relationship. I explained it and he was furious but I managed to calm him down. After, he left a provisional copy of my contract on the table, saying that if I wanted a change I should make it. So I did."

"Even though you didn't know the future of us." Alex whispers, her eyes on the sofa as she bites her bottom lip.

I rest my chin in my hand, leaning my elbow against my knee. "Yeah, even though I knew we had problems."

"Problems created by ourselves and not management, who knew?" Alex murmurers, amusement pulling at the corner of her lips.

I roll my eyes almost playfully before we settle into silence. The tension is thick and palpable, pulsing between us as we sit and take each other in. A week and a half of radio silence has been a blow to the fragile foundations of our relationship. But the chemistry between us has gone unharmed and I can feel it sparking erratically between us - the longing to pull her into my arms flowing though me. She breaks the need by distancing herself, standing up and beginning to go up and down the coffee table in front of me.

"They're fixable, you know. " Alex whispers into the silence, breaking the constricting silence.

"What? Our problems?" I ask.

Alex nods, meting my eyes with the blue oceans that fill hers. "Yeah. They're fixable. We could manage it, we just need to communicate better."

"I think that was the root of our problem to begin with. I was moving forward, you weren't. We didn't talk and then it blew up in our faces." I sigh.

Alex flinches at my words before covering it with a mask of indifference like the professional she is. "I wasn't moving forward? I'm pretty sure we were both at a dead end, we just didn't see it."

"Maybe you're right. But how can you know that we're going to be able to fix this?"

"How can you not?" Alex demands.

I track her with me eyes, taking in her figure that haunts my dreams. But the mistrust that has blossomed through this break taints any feelings that I could have right now. They feel forbidden and wrong until I know that we're back.

"Maybe because we just spent a week and a half without talking to each other because we had a massive blow out? Every single pair of eyes in the world is watching us right now and I don't want to start something neither of us are ready for." I stress, getting up and breaking her pacing by standing right in front of her.

"I'm ready, I need to know that you are." Alex says, her voice dropping the intensity of the situation with its soft tone.

"I'm ready. I always have been."

Without letting me speak, Alex comes closer to me than she has since we called this break. Standing chest to chest, her body radiates heat onto my own, fire burning between us in unspoken wishes. Her head comes to my chin, but she cranes her neck upwards with a look that calls to my hearts desires.

Without saying a word, Alex places her hand on my chest, just below my heart. She moves it slowly upwards as my heart pounds against my skin, the hairs on the back of my neck prickle to attention. The contact sizzles through the t-shirt I'm wearing and resisting the temptation of putting my hands on her is next to impossible. She remains unfazed by her actions, her breathing deep and even as her eyes track her hand sliding upwards until it lands on my heart.

Pumping furiously against my rib-cage, my heart is clawing at my soul to divulge in all of its secrets. Alex's lips pull up at the corner at the discovery of my wild pulse and I find my last remaining parts of self-control wither under the heat of her hand.

I wasn't doubting her and I wasn't doubting myself. I was doubting if our relationship could last through the media storm that as still on. But as tension sizzles between us in a connection that's undeniable, my lips pull up with hers. My eyes say on her, her head bowed as she stares at her hand. Her gesture is fleeting, one that could be disregarded within seconds, but in the tightly packed room, it's a white flag calling for acceptance.

"Can you feel that?" Alex whispers, raising her head to look at me. "That's how I know this is going to work."

"I can feel it." My voice hoarse.

Alex slowly retracts her hand and takes a step away from me, blowing out a breath that puffs out her blush stained cheeks. My self-control evaporates and all that's left inside of me is pure sizzling need. My hands act on their own accord, latching onto both of her wrists and pulling her towards me.

Her body collides with mine like I've dreamed it would and the feeling of her on my body encloses me in the feeling of golden bliss. The rain pounds onto the window outside but the sound of my heart beat is louder and so is the drumming in my ear. She looks up at me with shock painted across her face as she parts her lips in surprise.

I've never been one for long spiels about romance. But as I stand with the love of my life in my arms, I know I won't ever need to. Three words. Eight letters. They can blossom a relationship or save it. The situation reeks of desperation but I've never felt stronger as I whisper the next few words, taking her face into my hands as I say them.

"I love you, Alexandria."

Her hands fall onto my hips, her body melting into mine as the words ring out into the silence. A misty film covers her eyes and I bite my lip, holding myself together until I know her next move. The misty film is broken by the grin that takes up her face and I deflate with relief.

"I love you too, Theodore."

Her words barely leave her mouth before I'm kissing her. I'm kissing her. I'm kissing her and I'm never letting go. Ecstasy fills my body as her soft lips move against my own, sealing our fate.

Our fate which finally seems to have a happy ending.

~~~~~
Author's Note:

SO much to talk about in this chapter!! Okay, what are our thoughts? What are we thinking of their reunion? Did they make the right choice? Do you think they can work through this?

Sorry, getting carried away again... ;)

All I Want by Kodaline is actually the song that gave me the main basis for this book. I immediately imagined Alex turning up at his door in the rain and from there, this whole climax of the book came to me!

Plus, the lyric 'Our love was made for movie screens.' seems pretty fitting for Alex and Theo!

If you want to see more of the reunited couple then you can! The next chapter is available for FREE on Inkitt right now. All you have to do is click the link in my bio and then you're there, a new chapter waiting right there!

I hoped you enjoyed this chapter and if you're glad they're back together make sure to click the star at the bottom to vote!

Much love,

Jade x