My steps were heavy as I walked in front of the two males who were wheeling their suitcase through the busy airport.

After a whole summer of being here, the time to return back to England has come.

Stopping just before check-in, I turned to them and smiled, "Have a safe trip."

Somehow, this looks like the exact same scene of how I came to Hollywood. Only difference is that they were the ones that were leaving and I'll be here staying behind.

It was like a picture engraved in my memory – I was shaking in fear, but these two were there to send me away from home.

It had truly been an adventure and to think that in only a span of a few months, we were able to break and fix relationships.

"Adam," I said, reaching into my bag to produce a white envelope along with some keys, "Here you go."

"What's this?" he questioned, looking down on it.

"The keys to our new flat," I smiled, "The initial fee had been paid, those are the address and directions to it, and I've also taken care of the advance payment for the movers to carry your stuff there when you get back."

Back then, we agreed that he could just do student housing for his first year in university, but he should have known that I wouldn't just allow him to pay an overpriced dorm where he doesn't even get his money's worth and would probably just be bothered with the other rowdy students.

He's too good for that.

"It's just a five minute walk from your school, and that apartment complex has a very good reputation so you don't have to worry about anything."

"And you?" he questioned looking back at me.

"I'll be right behind you," I assured, "Just don't do any horrible interior designing while I'm gone."

He forced a laugh, before the smile died on his lips and his face turned completely serious, "Take care of yourself, Soph."

"I will," I told him, before taking a look at his frowning features, "Please don't pull a face like that, we'll still see each other."

Pulling me into a hug, I was shocked at the sudden gesture, but I smiled, burying my face into his chest, "I love you, Adam."

"I love you too," he said, "We're best friend, right?"

"Right," I let out a soft reply, "Don't destroy our flat whole I'm gone."

He nodded as he finally released me. My eyes widened as I saw that his eyes started to water and I knew he was battling out his tears. Something about Adam is he hated being the one to cry, that's why he always call me a crybaby.

But I knew from my father that he cried when I went to England. When we talk to each other on the phone, I could hear it from his voice that he was feeling down. I also know that he didn't want me to move to Hollywood and leave him years ago.

Instead of saying anything, he just bottled it up and put on a straight face, because he was aware that if he cried, I would cry even harder.

Being separated from your best friend is one of the toughest things to handle.

And when he goes to university, even if we're living together, I would still be gone for a really long time. I'm just imagining what would happen to him as he's left alone in that big apartment. Sure, he'll meet new people, but he wasn't really the type to let new people get close easily.

"Hey," I called out, grabbing his face, "We survived four years of living across the Atlantic Ocean, it's only for a few months, you don't need to cry."

"Who's crying," he scoffed, though when his voice broke, I lifted a brow, "You're the one who's crying."

I lifted a hand to feel my cheek and he was right, there were indeed tears strolling down my face. Thank you so much, Axel, because without you, I wouldn't have had that sudden burst of courage to confess my feelings to Adam. We could still have that wall between us, we could still have that force that kept us separated.

Now, there was no holding back.

He rested his hands on my shoulders and looked me straight in the eyes, "Stop it."

At the start of everything, I wore a ridiculous disguise to hide myself from any prying eyes. But this time, I didn't care at all.

"I'll see you in England," I managed to say and he nodded before releasing me, turning away so I couldn't see his face.

At the corner of my eye, dad was just standing there with his arms crossed, watching our small exchange.

Taking a deep breath, I approached him and gave him a curt nod, "Bye daddy."

"Thank you, pumpkin," he said, his gratitude flowing out through his words, "I'm really glad you're all grown up."

Not yet, I've learned that I'm still growing within the pumpkin patch.

You might never know, I may turn into a golden carriage, because hey, being Cinderella is too mainstream.

"Still think Hollywood broke me?"

"I think Hollywood carved you well," he answered, taking cautious step forward. When I didn't retreat, he bent down and kissed my forehead, "See you soon, pumpkin."

"Next time, tell me when you're getting a girlfriend," I told him.

I suddenly remembered the small exchange he and my mother had inside her living room. With that memory engraved into my head, it was a silent reminder that my parents had enough suffering when it comes to love. I'm guessing that they may lay off of it for a while, but I don't really mind. They just completely patched things up, and they'll work in their own pace.

Shaking his head, he let out a chuckle, "That's not happening anytime soon, I already have a great girl who's willing to look after this old man."

Smiling, I jumped into his arms when they opened them wide for a hug. Maybe this vacation was what they needed after all.

Soon, our tearful goodbye was over and as I watched them walk away, I waved at them goodbye, keeping a strong expression so I could send them off with a smile.

I mean, I could still skype them later if I miss them.

I turned around when they were finally out of eyeshot and as I did, I bumped into a speeding passenger who was lugging her baggage with her.

"I'm sorry," I apologized, before I froze when I saw who it was.

Kate.

There was one thing I would love to know, however did she pay for the hotel room by herself? When I got them their room, I was planning to cover the expenses when they checkout, but due to a certain turn of events, she had to cover the bill by herself.

And let me tell you, that five star hotel wasn't cheap at all.

Just thinking about that made my mood lift a bit.

From the look on her face, I knew she was expecting a slap on the cheek or something worse.

Honey, you're no longer my father's fiancé, therefore, you have no relations to me anymore.

Instead of creating a ruckus at the middle of a busy airport, I walked around her and continued on my way to the exit.

I was done with her.

But after everything that had happened, I would like to thank Kate for teaching me something – my father had this horrible side of him, though that doesn't mean that I couldn't overlook it.

A loud thud sounded from her direction, and when I looked back, she fell down on the floor as she sobbed in her hands. Flicking my hair over my shoulder, I did that movie-esque power stride as I slowly walked away from the scene of the crime.

I headed straight from the airport into the building where my management was holding another meeting. I was already running late due to the traffic so I practically sprinted out of the car and I looked extremely restless when I was waiting for the elevator to slowly go up the floors.

Running to the meeting room, I opened it quickly, only to be greeted by a bunch of stares from the people inside. I was puffing and sweating as I was holding the door handle, trying to muster an apology for my tardiness.

A sudden burst of laughter broke the silence and I looked at the source. What else other than Axel bent over the table, finding my embarrassment completely amusing.

"Take your seat, Heart," Taylor instructed, gesturing to the empty chair next to her.

"Sorry," I muttered, maneuvering through the small amount of people standing before plopping down on the chair.

She gave me a look that clearly meant that I was going to get a lengthy lecture later. But for now, I should pay attention to the man speaking in front.

"Seems like both parties did not disagree with Axel Brooks joining Heart's tour during the North American leg," he said, "And with that, all tour dates are finalized."

Glancing at Axel, he sent me a wink and I childishly stuck out my tongue – I still haven't forgiven him for laughing at me.

"Lunch," the man announced after I sat there for hours. He closed the projector and the people in the room started to stand up and leave.

"Heart..." Taylor called out with a menacing tone and I flinched at the glare she was giving me.

"I'm sorry," I yelped, scooting further from her.

I don't want to face her wrath!

When she opened her mouth to scold me, Axel suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me up, "Sorry, I need to borrow her."

Without even waiting for any word from Taylor, he dragged me out of the room and we ran along the hallway, expertly avoiding the people walking along.

"Elevator's about to go!" he yelled as the metal doors started to close, with the tiny space left, we jumped inside the tiny shaft, gasping for air when we were safely inside.

"Don't ever do that again," I said to him. That's it, I've done enough exercise for the day with all these running.

"At least I saved you from your manager," he retorted, pressing the button of the top floor.

Wait, I thought we were going to have lunch.

As we stopped by each floor, the elevator started to become empty until we were the only ones left. When we finally reached our floor, he took my hand and guided to me the very end of a long hallway until we were met by this big white door.

"Where are we?" I questioned as I watched him open the door to be greeted by a flight of stairs.

We climbed it up and once again, another door. Surprisingly, Axel took out some keys from his pocket and quickly unlocked it.

"I come here every time I get dragged to those meetings," he explained, opening it, "The janitor practically knows me already."

As we stepped through, I stood in awe when I realized that he took me to the roof.

"Sorry it's not evening right now so I can't grant you that city lights and under the stars kind of scene," he muttered, "Though, that's already a bit too cheesy, even for us."

I kissed his cheek, before running to the end and peeked over the high concrete that prevented us from falling. I grinned at the sight of the thousand moving cars that were passing by the different roads of town, the way the sun shone on the glass windows of the buildings, and the cherry on top – the Hollywood sign was right in front of us.

"I knew you were going to be upset because they were leaving today," he said, "So I tried to think of a way to cheer you up."

Standing before me is the guy who thought like that. The same guy who went through lengths in an attempt to capture my heart even if he knew that it was nearly impossible back then. The same guy who may be one of the few reasons why I will willingly come back to Hollywood.

Since the day I met him, I wanted nothing but to bash his head with a flower pot. He changed my perspective, and some part of me want to think that I did the same for him.

He loved me even though I was ready to give up.

I will get hurt, karma will strike me because of all the trouble I caused him, but because of my mother's words, I've learned not to be afraid anymore.

Because one of the best experiences in life is to fall in love, get hurt, and still be stubbornly in love.

Reaching out to take his hand in mine, I looked our intertwined fingers, before finally giving in, "I love you."

"What?"

Lifting my head to stare right into his eyes, "I love you."

"I love you," he breathed out as a response.

And with the Hollywood sign in the background, we shared a kiss in the town that allowed us to meet, hate each other, create a complicated acquaintance, and eventually, fall in love.

This place gave me an experience like no other. It made struggle and it made me learn. To the public, I'm just some pretty face who prance around a stage and in front of the camera to please others. Even if they think that, I no longer cared.

Because who am I kidding? They're not the one being on top of this building with the guy that makes thousands of girls swoon in front of him.

Maybe being Hollywood's Princess has its perks.

The End.

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I'm going to try to be extra careful with the author's note, because last time, I sounded drunk. Never again am I going to write while being sleepy, and trusting my phone to autocorrect me. Speaking of which, my mom told me to lay off the coffee due to health reasons, and I'm going mad.

So yeah, it ended. I don't really know how to word anything that I'm feeling right now. This story had been in multiple states of hiatus. First time was when I was concentrating on my first book, second was when I was about to graduate high school so I went off of wattpad for a while, and the most recent one which was just a few weeks back. It surprised me how I had to crawl through this, because from the start, this was a book that I really wanted to write. I'm going to tell a little secret, this is also the book that I've completely succumbed to peer pressure. 

At first, I had this story laid out in my head, which was already a mistake because if you guys don't know, I'm usually a go with the flow type and do my best when there's no planning involved. The thing is, people were literally frazzling around, saying they want to see this and that, so this story is not really mine. The thing is, I'm okay with that, because it's a work that I did with you guys.

For once, I'm going to be honest and say for the first time, I didn't knew how to end this story, because it was going round and round from the amount of elements people wanted me to pack in it. Am I going to love this book a little less because of that? Actually, no. This was a learning experience, and like I say, I'm always trying to learn the skill of writing and there's a whole lot of room for improvement.

Now, don't you guys panic around. I'm going to say that there's not going to be any sequel, because I'm horrible at making those, but there's going to be an epilogue coming up soon and a bonus chapter. Bonus chapter, I already written down, but I'm going to keep up with the theme that is making you guys tell the story, so for two last questions on the book:

1.) What do you want to see in the epilogue?

2.) What was your favorite part of the story?

Thank you so freaking much, I never knew it was going to take me two years to finish this book, but it did and when I first started, I couldn't even imagine the amount of support that I will get. You guys came to love this book as much as I came to love writing it. This is just one of many, and I can't wait to see what's in store for the rest of us next time.

I love you guys so much, seriously, no words can describe how much I really appreciate you all. Now let's pretend that there's no epilogue and bonus chapter as I say goodbye to you all and thank you for the rollercoaster ride.

P.S. I hope I don't sound drunk on this one.