Natalie's POV

Grant kept on knocking the door, begging me to open it, but I couldn't . I just couldn't face him, after leaving him alone and running off to my ex.

"Babe please open, it's almost evening."

I was all couched down at the corner of the room, the farthest I could get from the door. The farthest I could get from my mistakes. I heard him . But I didn't have the courage, I did not even reply. All these years he was the one who kept me sane, kept me happy, and the first chance I get of making him happy , I screw it up. It's like I always run away to the bad guy.

"Nat please open it for me please, if you did feel something for me open it please." He begged me one last time. I could feel his voice  trembling. He twisted the knob one last time wishing it would open.
I turned the key on the other side.

There he was standing, with utmost patience waiting for me to utter words like a parent waits for his child to speak, patiently.
"I'm so-rr-y  G." I ran towards him. He hugged me tight, Intertwining our bodies with each other.

"Hey Sh-hh."  He said running his hands through my hair .
"Don't worry I'm here, I'll always be here with you." He continued .

"Grant."

"Hmm."

"Do you think getting married is the right decision right now?" I said breaking away from him to look at him.

"Babe.Natalie." He held up my face in his palms and continued, " nothing is right or wrong in love. If you think we should be together, we will be if not also I will respect your decision."

"Grant , I don't want you to marry me out of charity."

"Did I ever said that, I've always loved you since freshman year of Uni. I always tried to tell you how I feel but you always turned me down. I resorted to being your friend because that's how you accepted me . But when I saw that you had finally moved on this year, I decided to give this relation a go . I loved you even before I knew what happened in your past and even after that. My love for you has never changed. You were always my home, and you always will be." He ranted at a go.

Silence prevailed in the room. It's like he wanted to say so much more, but decided to stop.

"Look I understand you are overwhelmed seeing him again after five years.." I cut him off in between.

"What? Who told you?"

"Doesn't matter, all that matters is that I love you, and I wanna marry you." He paused and then continued. "I know all those bottled up feeling came  up to the brim, and you lashed out,I know the feeling of first love, it literally changes our life 360 degrees and will continually change until you're done with it.But we never give up on our first love do we?"

Yeah first love changes everything alright, but when that love is unrequited, or incomplete, it leaves you shattered and torn. I knew I couldn't love anyone as I loved him, but Grant he loved me , always and forever, and I guess I felt enough.

"I know you can't love me as your first love, but I hope you do love me as your last." He finished and turned over.

I intertwined my hands on his chest grabbing him from the back. "Promise me you'll never let go." He released himself from my grasp, and turned over.
"I" he pulled me closer and held my face once again in his hands.
"Would" looking in to my eyes he said "never" and crashed our lips together. I did not fight him,  I didn't need too.. he was always so gentle so pure... I kissed him. For the first time in a long time, I felt that tingling in my stomach, the butterfly effect which makes you go week on your knees.

He nibbled on my ear lobe slowly kissing my neck. A small moan escaped my lips. I was happy, he made me happy. He connected our lips again, taking us back to the bed. My hands fidgeted with his shirt buttons, while his right  hand was on the back of my head,  lightly grabbing my hair and his left hand was busy playing with my bosom.

We landed on the bed, with him being on top. He caressed my neck,  moving on to my jaws and trailing slowly to my ears he mumbled " I love you." I couldn't help and said it back " I love you G, and continued biting his lips again .

Naomi's POV

I was in a complete state of rest, with my heads resting on one handle of the sofa, my legs on the other, my hands playing with my hair and my eyes staring at the nothingness of the ceiling.
When an external stimuli, the buzz of my phone interrupted my happy space.

On text

Z: You need to get to the Ostroff centre right now.

N: What? Why?

Z:I'll explain just get here ASAP.

N: is it him again?

Z: yeah and it's getting worse.

N: on my way.