How to build a life together Chapter 1&2

Chapter One: Alex POV

(Italics represent a flashback)

“You have to leave and follow your dream. I am not going to hold you back.”

“You won’t be. You are part of that dream.”

“We can’t have that, at least not now.”

“I don’t want to give up on us.”

“You ain't. Two years from now you’ll see me somewhere, you are going to ask me out, I’ll say yes and we will make up for all the lost time.”

“Two years.”

“Only two years. You can see whoever you want and vice versa. If either of us gets married, we know it was just a dream.”

“I’ll look for you after two years. I promise.

“I’ll wait.”

Flight 1864 to Germany is now boarding at gate A6. The echoing sound breaks up our embrace.

“You have to go,” I say to her.

“Give me two years and I’ll be back.”

“I know. I’ll wait.”

Final call for flight 1864 to Germany boarding at gate A6.

“I love you,” I say as I hug her tightly one last time.

“I love you too.” She says back.

I pull back watching as she makes her way to board a plane that’s going to separate us for at least two years.

Two years later.

“We got a meeting in a few minutes with a client that asked for you personally.” Jake, my business partner informs me as he sits down in my office.

“Really? What’s the client’s name?”

“No idea. The client wants to remain anonymous so am guessing the client knows you personally.”

“Or they heard about my reputation which is much better than yours.” 

“Well in that case the client must be pretty dumb to let this amazing package of brains and body slip away.”

“We will see who the client agrees with then,” I say laughing.

“50 bucks?” He asks knowing how competitive I am.

“100.”

“ A hundred it is.”

We head out to the restaurant only taking Jake’s car since he offered to drive me there.

“So what are your plans for the weekend?” Jake asks as he takes a sip of the wine we had ordered.

“Jake, it’s a Tuesday afternoon. Isn’t it too early to be planning for the weekend?”

“It will never be too early to plan for the weekend. The weekend thoughts make the weekdays bearable.

“I’ll probably be at home then,” I answer already knowing where this conversation is headed.

“Let me set you up for a date then.” He says and I roll my eyes at him since we have had this conversation a number of times.

“For the last time Jake, I don’t want to go out with anyone.”

“Just one date and if you don’t like her I won’t set you up again for at least three months.”

“One date and no more asking for a year.”

“Deal.”

“Alex?.” I hear the voice I have missed for two years. I shift my focus to the right and that’s when I see her. She is dressed in a black suit with no tie fitting her perfectly. I get up from my seat and embrace her in a tight hug.

“I have missed you so much,” I say as I start tearing up.

“I know. I have missed you too.” She says.

“Umm. Are you the client?” I hear Jake interrupt us.

“Yeah, and you are?”

“Jake Crowley, Alex’s business partner.”

“Okay. Do you mind? I only need Alex.” She says trying to keep it professional.

“No. It’s okay. Alex’s the best in the business.” He says as he hands me a hundred bucks and leaves.

Chapter Two; Jesse Pov

Leaving her two years ago was the hardest thing by far I have ever done. Being oceans apart with a great amount of time difference was a major obstacle the first time we gave it a try. We met in Australia after I had signed a contract that required me to transition from America to Australia and thereafter to Germany for two years.

“Excuse me. Do you mind if I ask you a question?” I ask a blonde-haired girl who appeared to be around my age sitting at the bus stop.

“No, go ahead.” She responds as she throws her empty cup of coffee into the bin and bookmarks the book she was reading.

“I am lost and am wondering if you know this place?” I say handing her a paper with the address on it.

With a bright smile, she says, “You just have to wait for this bus and I’ll direct you once we get closer.”

“Great. Can I buy you another cup of coffee as a thank you?” I ask returning the smile.

“Sure.” She answers back.

“Ummah okay,” I reply, looking around to spot a coffee shop.

“Need directions to a coffee shop also?” She asks teasing me.

“Yeah. That would be really helpful.”

“Follow me then.” She says as she gets up and leads me towards the coffee shop.

“So what’s your name?” I ask after we are seated in the second row to the left on the bus.

“Alex. Short for Alexandre.” She replies and takes a sip of her coffee.

“Like Charles Dicken’s character?” I ask.

“Yeah. Did you read the book?”

“Yeah.  I didn’t understand the book 99.9% of the time but other than that it was an awesome book.”

“How can you like a book if you didn’t understand it?” She asks tilting her head.

“I just found a reason to,” I replied trying my luck at flirting with her.

She remains silent for a few seconds as she looks outside the windows

“This is your stop. You just have to walk straight down that road and then take the second left turn you see.” She says as she points at the road.

“Well thank you so much once again,” I say smiling at her.

“No problem. Here’s my number…” She says as she writes it down on the top-right edge of the first page.

“Call me if you get lost again and I can show you around if you want to.” She said tearing the paper and handing it to me.

“I would like that.” I smile at the thought of spending more time with her.

“You better alight before we start moving again.”

“Right. Thank you once again.” I say as I get up.

“Wait.” I hear her call out loud. “You didn’t introduce yourself.”

“I’ll call you later Alex,” I say completely ignoring the unasked question.

“How long are you back for?” She asks after I pulled out the chair for her and we both sat down.

“I don’t know but I don’t want to travel anymore. I want to stay here with you.” I say as I place my hand on hers on top of the table.

“What about going home?”

“I would love to go back home but now my home is where you and Harper are.”

“You know about Harper?” She asks with hesitation in her voice.

“A little bit. My agent accidentally mentioned it. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to distract you. Is that why you are back?”

“You wouldn’t have distracted me. You aren’t a distraction in my life or career and it’s partly the reason why am here.”

“What’s the other reason?” She asks smiling cause she already knows the answer.

“Am looking right at it,” I say as I intertwine our fingers