He stood there. Leaning up against the door frame to where I had my first kiss from Jonathon. And my second first kiss from Edward. Phillip standing there in all his fucking attractiveness, giving my a smirk. Whilst my mouth hung down.

"Are you going to come in or am I going to just leave you standing out here?" Phillip asked.

I closed my mouth. Honestly stunned.

"I would have thought you'd be living up in some mansion and no stuck in the suburbs. Let alone in my house." I stepped into my home and memories flooded through and then my heart started to race at the memories of my mum and I.

"I like the suburbs. I'm not a fan of the city or city living." He shut the door and we walked to the kitchen. Down the hallway, pass various photos of his family and one of mine.

"Look, I can literally stay in the garage if you want. I don't want to intrude on your bachelor lifestyle or whatever." I said feeling very nervous all of the sudden.

"Firstly, this is actually your house and I would never kick you out. Secondly, I don't bring girls home because this isn't my home. Thirdly, you are the first girl to be in this house. I don't bring people in. No one has ever been here." He reaches into the cupboard where the cups are. He takes two mugs out and proceeds to boil the kettle.

"I'm sorry if I'm ruining your loneness. I just had no where else to go and I missed my home. I just wanted to come back and feel at home again, be happy and all. It's been a long time since I was happy and content." I hold my arms, hugging myself.

Phillip notices this and comes over and hugs me. "I'm here for you and happy to let you stay here." He whispers.

We let go and I give him a tight smile. "You don't have to pay the rent or whatever. Happy to give you your bond back and let you stay here rent free. I don't need it."

The kettle dings and Phillip pours the water into the mugs with tea bags. He adds honey and a dash of milk. He hands me a mug.

"Just the way you like it," He smiles.

"Why are you being so nice to be? I've been a complete bitch and an utter mess around you lately Phillip, last thing you should be doing is giving me tea and being nice." I take a sip and sigh. Damn he makes a good cup of tea.

"Because I said I'd do anything to fix the mistakes I've done. I'm not running away from you or from my feelings. Unlike someone who is running away."

"And on that note I am running away to grab my bags from the car."

"Isla..." He sighs.

I quickly place my cup down and move outside to grab my bags from the car. It's not many, so I can take one trip. I'm quick to unload and walk back inside. Phillip hasn't left the kitchen. He is still standing in the same place.

I walk through the kitchen to the small stair case which leads up to the attic. I place a few bags down to fish for my keys. They tumble down the stair case. I groan and start to walk down, only to have Phillip pick them up for me instead.

"I've always wondered what was up there."

I find my keys. "Have you now? Well did you want to see?"

I place the key into the locked door and open the door. Picking up my bags I walk in and place them onto the plastic covered bed. My room still looks the same, but with dust and some cob webs.

The same bed, the same desk, the same bookshelf but with less items. My self-made wardrobe still hanging up with coat hangers. My bathroom still the same. And then there was my sewing area. Not the same, it was ruined. The memories flooded in.

Just after my mums death, I went on a slight rampage. Breaking the sewing machine, ripping up designs, throwing fabric everywhere.

I put that memory back away and begin taking the plastic covers off things and start dusting things down.

"Wow, never though't I'd imagine a bedroom up here, let alone yours." Phillip walked through the doorway and placed the bags down. He started to help me dust things. I sneezed a few times with the dust going everywhere. "Bless you!" He always said.

As I sneeze, my tear ducts begin to water. I quickly move to Phillip and help him move the plastic off my bed.

"I think I got it." I nudge him out.

"Isla, I can help!" He nudges me back.

"Phillip, I just want to be alone for a little. Please?" I beg.

He looks at me and walks out of the room.

I slump down onto the ground and hold me knees close to my chest. I wasn't sure what was effecting me more. The fact that I was back in my bedroom or the fact that I haven't stepped into my room since the rampage.

~~**~~

I lived with my mother till I was 23, then moved out and lived with Edward. I would still always visit and always stay a night or two at my mothers to keep her company. I stayed in the house after I caught Edward and Olivia together. I didn't leave it. Mum kept me company, until the accident.

The moment the police arrived at my doorstep, I knew something was wrong. Mum had called me before she left basketball. Saying that she'll be home shortly and that she loved me. I said I loved her too. I started to worry about an hour or two later when she wasn't home. And then the doorbell rang. I knew something was off.

I didn't leave the house until it was necessary for the funeral and the wake. I stayed for an hour before heading upstairs to my bedroom. Jonathon and Maggie took care of me. It didn't help that Edward showed up at the wake and Olivia shortly followed behind. I didn't want to see either of them. Jonathon threw them out for me. I was too distraught to even talk to them.

That was when I went on my rampage.

I pushed everything off my sewing desk onto the floor. Picking up my sewing machine and throwing it on the ground, leaving a dent in the hard wood floors. Tears streamed down my face. My throat sore from all the yelling. Fabric rolls everywhere and paper torn. I took a moment and then gave up. I stood there, hugging my body tight, crying in pain and anger.

My room was a mess. I left most of it, still unkempt. I just chucked clothes into a suitcase and the necessary items into boxes and left the house in my car. I crashed at Jonathons for two weeks before moving to the Toorak townhouse. I eventually got the rest of my belongings from Edwards apartment and the rest is history.

So, as I stand in my room, I ponder the thoughts of my past, my present and my future.

My room seemed bigger. The mess seemed to have disappeared. And the memories seemed to have stopped. My brain was fried and I was ready to crash. Which I did. I didn't even change out of my clothes. I just fell onto my bed and sunk into it.

~~**~~

Tossing and turning.

Groaning and moaning.

Shifting from side to side of the bed. I wasn't having a good night sleep. I woke up in a panic and sweat. My breathing very fast and my heart beating a million miles an hour. I had a nightmare.

It wasn't like one of my previous nightmares. It was a new one. One that I was sure never to have again.

Phillip said something to me earlier, "Unlike someone who is running away."

Running away.

I never thought I was running away from everything, until he mentioned it. And it was true. I always ran away from my life problems. Just this past year has proven that I run away. I ran away from Edward, after seeing him with Olivia. Without even talking to him. I haven't even talked to my best friend Olivia about the situation. All I've done is yell at her. Blame her for everything. Which isn't fair.

I ran away after my mum's death. Running away from this house. I ran away from the photoshoot at Portsea, because I didn't want to deal with anyone. I had a breakdown because I saw the one thing that I didn't ever want to see.  I even ran away from Melbourne. And I love Melbourne.

I was a runner. And thanks to Phillip, I now knew I was.

He made me run the most. My feels for him were growing stronger and it was hurting me because I didn't want to have those feels, after everything I've been through. Everything we've been through. Why couldn't I just admit that I was in love with him and get it over and done with?

Like c'mon Isla, grow some balls.

And then I grew some. I looked at the clock beside my bed, reading it was 6:24am, I shot out of bed and headed downstairs to the kitchen. I thought I'd do and treat Phillip to the real me.

Searching through the cupboards.Grabbing out pots and pans, bowls and whisk the food out of the fridge. I was going to make him breakfast. And the menu was Buttermilk pancakes, with berries and bacon on the side. I put the kettle onto boil in the mean time.

Mixing in the ingredients and frying off the bacon, I've got my earplugs in listening to music. Listening to my show tunes playlist. And by show tunes, I mean musicals. I bob my head and sway my hips, mouthing the words to Wicked's "Popular".

I take the bacon off the pan, onto a plate. Then putting on three pancakes in a stack, throwing berries and alittle icing sugar on top. The kettle boils and I turn around to pour a cup of tea. Earplugs still in, I'm swaying my hips and have some pep in my step.

I pour the water into a mug with tea, adding a dash of honey and turning to the fridge I grab the milk out. Closing the fridge door, Phillip pops out smirking. Giving me a mild heart attack in the mean time.

"Damnit Phillip," I catch my breathe, "giving me a heart attack."

He laughs to himself and looks around. He is in his pj's. Flannel bottoms and a plain grey t-shirt.

"Did you make breakfast for me?" He takes a seat at the island bench and starts to dig in. I pour a dash of milk into the mug and place the tea down. "And a cup of tea. What's wrong? Have I done something wrong and you're going to use this food to bribe me in some sick twisted way?"

I giggle at his thoughts.

"No, I'm just making you breakfast because I felt bad about yesterday." I take a sip of my own tea. "It's just a little hard being back and having all my memories, whether they be good or bad just came back. And it was slightly overwhelming."

He looks at me, finishing off a mouthful of pancake before speaking.

"I'm always here for you. You know that?"

"Yeah, I know. You just made me realise something." I take a deep breathe. "You said I always run from my problems. I'm a runner. Which is true, it's completely true. I run from everything. I run from my past, present and my future. But I want to stop running, I just need someone to catch me."

I move around to where he is sitting. I slide in between his legs, holding his face in my hands.

"Isla..." Phillip whispers.

"Phillip..." I whisper back, right before I lean in and kiss him. I move my lips against him and it doesn't take him more than a second before his hands are on my waist pulling me in for more. I move my hands through his hair and then down to his shirt. I start to tug at it, even when I didn't mean to do that.

Our lips move together at one, his tongue sliding along my lips, giving it a little nibble before smiling as we kiss. I moan at his touch and I can feel him smirking while we are kissing. We pull away and we are breathless.

"Fuck Isla," He whispers. "It took you long enough!"

I giggle and smile before pulling him in for another passionate kiss.

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FINALLY!!!
Or is it.

But don't worry, there is more story to come. Another 7 more chapters till we finish and I promise no cliffhangers at the end. Sadly, this is only a doulogy and not a trilogy. I've got other stories I want to finish or Atleast publish and also I've got my Webseries to focus on as well.

Hopefully you enjoyed the longer chapter. It's to make up for the fact that I haven't updated in a while. There will be more updates over Christmas, so keep an eye out!

Enjoy,
Your amazingly crap author
Krystal