Demetrius helped Vivian fold her clothes, neatly setting them in assorted piles beside him, from jeans to shirts to dresses. Vivian picked the piles and placed them into her second suitcase.

It was her last day and Demetrius felt like he was becoming clingy, knowing too well that he'd miss her terribly; he wanted to spend as much time with her as possible, even if it meant just packing her bags with her.

"I didn't think you'd take my advice, not gonna lie." Vivian chuckled. Placing the last pile on top of her stilettos, she finally glanced at him. He watched her, stroking the beard along his jaw. He'd already made himself comfortable on her bed beside the suitcase, and leaned on his elbows. When their gazes met, he couldn't help but smile.

"I considered not taking it at first, but you were right. And now I've got an interview at a much more diverse, competing firm a few streets away." Vivian uncontrollably laughed again.

"You for real?" He nodded. Demetrius knew that what Vivian had said a few weeks ago was the best thing for him to do, he had many capabilities and they weren't being utilised at his last firm. He realised that he just feared to take that step himself, he would've much rather liked if he were fired just so that he wouldn't have to hand in the resignation letter to the boss that despised him wholeheartedly.

He appreciated Vivian. She was honest to him from the beginning, seeing his potential without even knowing him. It was definitely an honourable thing she had that she was even unaware about.

"Dead serious, bruv. It's just a bit shit that you won't be here for it next week." he sulked. She sighed glumly. She was going to miss him too. Eleven months had skated past so fast that they were basically together without the title. His sulking caused a frown to form across her lips. "I'm just deeping how much I'm going to miss you."

"Same." The two of them stared at one another for a long moment, just reminiscing on their little journey together. Then Demetrius slowly grinned.

He pushed the suitcase away and created a bit of room around him. He reached for her hips and pulled Vivian into his lap, "Come here. Don't worry, aight?" He eloped her in his arms and held her close, as she sadly sighed. After relaxing for a while in his strong grasp, Vivian eventually manoeuvred herself and hugged him back, pushing all of her weight onto him.

They fell backwards onto the bed and Demetrius heaved with satisfaction. Everything seemed to slow down, even their breathing, as they both revelled in the comfort each brought on the other.

Eleven months didn't feel too long. It wasn't very long at all, but every minute together felt as though Vivian and Demetrius had known each other since forever. Demetrius was always insecure about being left behind or not being good enough for someone—it all seemed to stem from bad relationships, to his workplace, to the absence of his father. Though, as he held Vivian in his arms, he'd never felt so secure in his life.

She brought him clarity because she was as perplexing as he was, she brought him comfort in her harshest words of advice that showed that she genuinely wanted to see him prosper, and she brought him companionship, allowing him to be sure that he didn't want to lose her in any way possible.

Vivian slowly opened her eyes, one hand stroking the back of Demetrius's neatly faded haircut, and the other stroking his back. She ran her finger along his jaw and made him look at her.

His dark eyes lazily stared at her, dazzled by her beauty. They seemed to smile at one another simultaneously. He kissed her and her smile never faded with it.

He turned flat onto his back and pulled Vivian on top, as the kiss dragged to be savoured. His hands explored her body as she moved along his neck. She kissed just in front of his left ear before she moved back to his mouth. Demetrius blissfully sighed into the kiss, "Man, I love you."

Vivian pulled away and made a face at him. He slowly opened his eyes and a smile arose. "For real?" He gripped her thighs, as he hummed his confirmation.

"You don't have to say it back, just thought you should know." he spoke softly. Vivian struggled to hide the shock in her features, if anything, she thought she'd be the first one to say it and not this early. Demetrius smiled more, as she stared at him at a loss for words.

He lifted his chin and pecked her lips one last time before he patted her legs, "Aight, let's finish your packing, I want us to go somewhere before you go." Vivian climbed off of him and watched as he now took the role of packing the rest of the clothes into her third suitcase.

Demetrius continued as though nothing had changed. He raised his eyes to Vivian who looked all types of discombobulated, "Viv, you're standing there as if your plane ain't leaving in like fifteen hours." He clicked his fingers and she frowned.

He was enjoying the fact that it had affected her so much. He wasn't too bothered that she hadn't said it back yet, he was sure that she appreciated him as much he appreciated her. So he grinned, throwing one of her shirts in her face.

"Start folding, mate." She pulled it away, kissed her teeth and placed herself beside him.

"I'm not your mate, bruv." she muttered.

"Ain't that right?" he replied cheekily, he pulled her into a hug and squeezed her, pressing a kiss into her temple.

They continued to pack throughout the day until they were done. The two of them got ready and went to meet a reservation that Demetrius had booked at one of Vivian's favourite restaurants.

He didn't want to be extra with his advances but he at least wanted to make it sweet and memorable for her when he asked her to be his girlfriend. Their last night together was equally as special, with glasses of Hennessy and slow R&B jams, allowing them both to savour the moment until the next time they saw one another.

The next morning, Vivian swung her head back and forth, as she watched the clock tick along, not too far from where she was sitting. The intercom sounded, calling for the next flight leaving Heathrow Airport, London to Toronto, Canada.

Demetrius, who was sat beside her, lifted his head from his phone, inspecting how dazed Vivian was slouched in her seat. "You're like my mum, Meech."

He furrowed his brows. She let her head fall onto her right shoulder lazily, her eyes met his. "What the hell does that mean?" he muttered.

"I don't get why we're here so early. The flight isn't for another three and a half hours." she explained. Demetrius instinctively rolled his eyes, he had repeated himself about four times, as Vivian had repeated herself also.

"It's better to be early, darling," he sighed.

"Three hours early?"

"Yes, Viv, you had a shit tonne of suitcases and I'd rather not be running like mad to get everything done and to your gate on time, and then you end up missing your plane anyway." She stared at him and then pulled a face, "You know I'm right." Though, instead of replying, she yawned in his face. He chuckled and brushed her cheek gently. "I get more time to just sit with you, ain't that a good thing?"

"I guess." Vivian responded dully.

He dramatically reacted and sat up, causing her to smile. "You 'guess', what the fuck? So why am I even here?"

"Because you love me, you said it yourself, mate." She sat up too. Demetrius watched her, not wanting to break his dramatised expression that he was holding together. It was exceptionally obvious that the two were bored beyond compare.

"I did, so?" he raised his brow.

Vivian held contact with him for another moment before a grin grew along her lips. She slouched once more and placed her feet onto her hand luggage suitcase in front of her.

She looked away and refrained from responding, leaving Demetrius confused. She was teasing him, she always cracked her knuckles when she was trying to hold her end of the fight with the silent treatment. Once he realised, he saved himself the trouble and waited it out by doing exactly the same.

Before they knew it, three hours had walked right past them and the intercom announced the Singapore Airline flight that Vivian was due to get onto. Demetrius bounced up; her feet dropped as he yanked the suitcase from her feet. Her business ticket saved her some waiting so they walked to the front.

It didn't take long before they stopped Demetrius from continuing. He smiled softly, coaxing Vivian cheekily to hug him. "Safe flight, Viv, call me when you land." He kissed her forehead before he pulled away.

He knew it was going to be a long time before they saw one another again, but neither of them wanted to get disheartened by the departure; even though Vivian didn't let go of Demetrius. As she held him, and he lightly chuckled at her clinging, she couldn't help the wave of emotions that came with the realisation she felt.

"Vivian, you gotta go. They're calling economy class now." he said. She gazed up at him and sighed.

"I love you, too." she quickly babbled. All he could do was smile, he remained collected and kissed her gently.

"You do?" she nodded, "Calm, knew you did." he smirked. "Now go, before they shut the doors on you. Bell me when you land, don't forget." He squeezed her one last time before ushering her to go.

Vivian skipped a little in her step to speed up her walk to the gate, and Demetrius watched her as she went, equally as giddy.