UwU I'm gonna enjoy writing this. I plan on making it after the arguments, and when Noel was told to go home by Romèo, just to make it a little bit better.

Romèo woke up around half six, to seven in the morning. He didn't actually need to check the time to know that he woke up at his normal time. After all he didn't really care as long as it wasn't late. What were the times that fell into the late category you may ask, well it was was any time after half seven in the morning for him. Romèo changed from his boxers and shorts he slept in, getting into his grey sweatpants and a black tight shirt, that clung onto his chest he then stretched running his hand through his hair slowly letting it fall back into place again. Sure it wasn't neat and it was far from displayable. But who cares. Romèo didn't. He didn't have anyone to impress and he didn't need to. All he was doing was going for a run. Romèo pulls on his trainers, doing them up lazily before getting up and running down the steps and opening the door as he puts one earphone in and the other one just hang from his shirt as he slips his phone into his pocket before he began his morning run. Romèo ran along the side walk focusing on his running and nothing else, not like it was busy at seven in the morning. The wind hit his face as it blew back his hair slightly, then it began to rain. Great. Perfect. Amazing! Fucking...amazing. Romèo ignores the rain as he continued to run, quickly running down the steps that lead to the beach. Ah the beach. The sound of waves crashing against the perfectly tanned colour sand, how the sun was just rising over the horizon. It created an amazing sunrise with the sky being rosey pink fading into a slightly darker red which was a pale orange into a pale yellow. It would be a perfect place to take Noel- no. No. No! No thinking about him. He left. Even though that was actually his fault... oh god. Romèo ignored his dark thoughts as he continued to run alongside the sea, watching the waves hit the sand as it goes back in. Romèo stops for a minute trying to gain back his breath kneeling down as he bends over resting his hands on his knees catching his breath back, breathing heavily before continuing to run again.

Around eight he made it back home, shutting the door with his foot. Ella would be a wake by now in the shower as she sang along to some horrible Disney song, probably from frozen or something. Noel would be asleep or downstairs trying to take a picture or Romèo or annoy him. However it was silent. No sign of life at all. It was dark and dull. Romèo didn't expect it to be like this...It was so weird. He didn't like it at all. It was so lifeless. So quiet. So boring.
Romèo walked into the bathroom that was in the lifeless house, his feet hitting the floor softly as he pulled off his shirt and tugged down his shorts slowly, his back was in unbelievable pain. That's what he gets for sleeping at his desk for more then one night. Hopping into the shower as he forgot to check the temperature from cold to warm, turning on the shower as his eyes widened a loud curse leaving his lips when the water as cold as the ocean in the Antarctica hit his back. Ella. God dam Ella did that...she was probably still mad at Romèo. Romèo shivers as he quickly changed it so it was slightly warmer before sighing slightly. He then washed himself and his hair getting out after he did so.

Half a hour later and he was getting out of his car, holding a armful of files kicking the door of his car shut behind him with his foot before taking the key out from between his teeth as he locked it luckily still holding the files in his arm. He walks into his work place and was met with glances and whispers in his direction. Oh yeah. That was right. He hadn't solved this case and it had been getting on for ten days. And a case like this would take four days...Oh and he was half a hour/a hour late. Perfect. Romèo made his way to his office as he slipped through the door only to be met with the harsh cold glare from his 'new-ish' boss. New-ish meant that this was his boss from his other place of work. And she wasn't too found of Romèo...Due to leaving with little notice. Ah. Romèo opened his  mouth as he went to defend himself but was quickly shot down by his boss holding her hand up. "I don't care about any excuses that you are trying make up, what's going on Romèo? Why are you messing around with your work all of the sudden? Your client is getting impatient already! We told them in five days you'll give them the information they need...You better do it by midnight tonight otherwise I'll give this case to Charlotte." She warns him before leaving Romèo's office. Great.

Romèo ran his hand through his hair as he stays silent, putting his head on his desk. It was getting on for eleven hours in his office and he still hadn't left. Even when everyone else had left. But he stayed there. He was so so so close in solving the case. Romèo got up and left his office walking into the break room and making himself two cups of coffees before stopping. Hold on. Hold on... Romèo picks up the coffees and ran into his office, making sure he didn't spill them. He put them down on his desk before looking at his bored circling other things. He did it! He solved it!! Romèo quickly wrote everything down before biting his lip hard. He slips into his bosses office as he put the files down leaving an apology note and leaving quickly, shutting the door behind him. Romèo rushes back into his office opening his computer. He had to solve this other case as well...

Midnight. It had hit midnight and mountains of paper work, files and pictures were decorating and covering his entire office. Romèo drank his what seemed like his millionth coffee, finishing it with a sigh leaving his lips, his hand finding its way to his tie and loosening it before dragging his hand through his hair as he rubs his face. This was great...he couldn't find anything. And he- Noel would've dragged him out by now, telling him it's not healthy, and he should sleep, or spend more time with him. Noel would bring him something to eat and force him to eat it, bring him blankets and a pillow and cover him up if he falls asleep at his desk, sometimes he would even bring Romèo to his room... Ah god damit. Romèo shakes his head before he continued to work staying silent. "Noel hurt you... Remember that..." he mumbled to himself as he started to write down on the board biting his lip hard. It wasn't helping. Nothing did. He missed Noel. He really really did. He felt so guilty. In fact he wasn't working now. No he wasn't.

It had passed midnight and was now two in the morning. And Romèo was still looking. Romèo wasn't working. No he wasn't. Romèo searches up Gucci again as he had finished talking with someone, asking about the payment and still looking through the website. Noel wasn't lying when he said his shirts were expensive... Romèo sighs as he looked at the pictures he had taken of the shirts before looking down at the shirts he had ordered...that Romèo burnt. Romèo knew Noel's size and everything. He knew that Noel probably hated him. And if Noel already had this shirt...it just meant me had more. Romèo gets up as he rubs his face sighing as he messages James, getting frustrated. Did the male do anything- Oh. 'Cain told me he went to France back to his house, Noel came back and went his apartment earlier on today; now stop messaging me, me and Cain are going to sleep...' the message read. Romèo sighs he then smiles slightly as he looked at the gifts he had ordered, he had got some of the exclusive shirts...some. Not all...But Romèo had to give up a couple of things in order to get it.

Romèo gets up picking up his phone and his wallet slipping his phone away in his back pocket as he bites his lip. Romèo slips out of his office shutting the door quietly behind him before making his way outside, he then began to run. Sure he was in work trousers and a white button up shirt with a black tie on, but he didn't care. He was going to see Noel. And he had gotten his shirts...Many countless shirts. Of course it had to be raining didn't it? Romèo was soaked by the time he got into the building, holding the bags as he looks at them all. Ah thank god...they weren't soaked. Romèo walks up the stairs looking at his phone then at the number of the apartments.

A couple of stairs up and he had made it. Soaking yes. And Romèo hated when his shirt clings to his chest, showing his tattoo and everything else, he hated when his trousers were wet because they were harder to take off, when his hair was wet since it was annoying to style, but he didn't care. Not now. Romèo looks at the apartment as he knocks on the door, waiting as he held onto the bags keeping his head down, yes he was scared. He was absolutely terrified of seeing Noel again. Hearing what Noel has to say. Seeing the look on his face. But he wanted to try and make things right between them both...So he would. And he would do his best to do so. This was Romèo's fault. And Noel was right. Romèo did have trust issues, and he needed to stop them from getting in the way. But it was hard. Just like smoking. It was hard to quit. But he would do it. He would do it for Noel. And Romèo has realised that.

Ella told him to fix it. Ella pointed out to him that he would regret it. And Ella was the one who gave him the idea of getting him the shirts. Even when Romèo said he couldn't, she persuaded him to do so. And here he was. Standing there holding bags of expensive shirts. Never had Romèo spent so much on clothes. All his savings had gone on these....And he didn't feel guilty about it either. So here Romèo was. Standing in front of Noel's apartment, soaked, tired and freezing. But he was still waiting for Noel to open the door. To 'surprise' him and apologise. Romèo would get on his knees for Noel, he would beg for his forgiveness and Romèo didn't beg. So that was saying something.