Why didn't you tell me?

"I'm right here"

Kit looked up and saw the headlines all over the screen in front of him and realised why she was so upset. He slammed his hands on the front of his jeans and realised that he had left his phone in his room. He looked around the room and noticed that everyone was looking at him. She had disappeared and he was gutted. He stormed out of the restaurant and walked at a fast pace down the street. He caught his own face in the front of a magazine on the side of the road, thank fuck it was just an advertisement for Gunpowder and not a shit article the Paparazzi had written. He stopped at a fast food caravan next to the magazine stand and grabbed a couple of chicken kebabs. His patience was wearing out and his heart was beating so fast. He needed to make this right. He needed to sort his shit out. He knew what he needed to do. He just didn't want to hurt anyone in the process. He thanked the man for his food and asked him for a bag to put it in. He held his head low, so that no one would approach him. All he wanted to do was to get back to the hotel. He looked at the time on his wrist and realised that they were going to fly out in less than seven hours. "Seven hours" he thought to himself. "Seven hours and we would be back in London with our families". The thought of her leaving him, he didn't want that. He didn't want that at all, and if this was how he was feeling... then obviously he had already made up his mind. He walked through the patio of his hotel and immediately approached the front desk... "Can I get my key to Emilia's room please?" He asked. "Sorry Mr. Harington but she does not want to be disturbed" she said regrettably. Kit looked at her in shock, his heart literally dropping at the news. He then nodded at her and walked past the security detail that stood at their elevator. He went straight to her floor and made a bee line for her door. He stood at the front of the door and knocked three times. There was no answer. He took a deep breath and knocked again. "Emilia" he said as he continued to knock. Emilia! He said as his knock got louder and harder. Emilia was standing on the other side of the door, she took a step closer to open it, then quickly changed her mind. She put her back on the door and closed her eyes. She leant her head against it, her whole body wanting to let him in... but her heart knowing that it was the wrong thing to do. Her eyes filled with tears as her legs grew weak. Emilia slid down the door and sat there, ignoring his continuous pleads and knocks. Her heart literally breaking at the sound of his helpless voice.

"Emilia please" he said gently as he put both of his palms against her door, Kit resting his forehead on the door. "Please open the door, I need you" He whispered. I need to see you" he said as he too turned his body against it, leaning his back on its smoothness and sliding down. The food that he had brought for them, sitting in the bag next to him. He wasn't hungry anymore. He had lost his appetite. "I know you can hear me" he said through the door, his heart breaking at the fact that she won't let him in... "I know you're there" he said as he pushed his head against her door. Minutes passed before he stood and spun around to the door, resting his hands on it once more. He looked down and saw his food sitting there. He walked down the hall to a stool that had a pen and some old magazines. He ripped a page out of the magazine and scribbled onto it with the pen he had found. He reached into the bag and pulled out his chicken kebab. Shoving his note inside of it. He took a deep breath and put his head against her door once more. "Em, there's a chicken kebab, wrap thing out here for you, please, eat it. I know you're hungry..." he whispered through the door. "I'm sorry Em" he whispered desperately. He knocked one more time, hoping that she would let him in. When time had passed and he finally realised that she wasn't going to... he sighed as he turned to walk back to his room.

Kit walked straight into his room and began to pack his things ready for his flight home. He checked his phone and ignored the missed phone calls from Rose. "I can't deal with this shit right now" he thought to himself. He went straight to her number and rang it. He walked around his room to see if she had left her phone behind – he couldn't hear anything, but she also did not pick up. In frustration he threw his phone on the marble bench and continued to walk around the room, gathering his things and getting ready to leave, taking massive chunks out of his kebab in the meantime. In less than an hour he was ready to fly. He put all of his bags at the front of his room, took one more look around, opening the door as he checked his pockets to make sure that he had everything. He saw his phone lighting up on the bench; his heart skipped a beat and hoped it was her. He jogged towards it, swiping it off of the bench, pressing answer. "Hello" he said through the receiver. "KIT? Where have you been? I've been ringing you all morning! Kit sighed at the sound of the voice on the other side of the receiver. "Dan, what is it?" He asked as if he was in a rush and doing something important. "I can't get a hold of Emilia and I was ringing to ask if you have contacted your agents to sort out this shit storm the paparazzi have created" he said in what sounded like one breath. Kit dropped his bag at the front of the door and walked towards the couch, getting ready to make himself comfortable for the long ass lecture he was about to receive. "We can't have this shit going around in the media before the launch of season seven Kit! I know the two of you are friends, you have been for years now, I know that you love her and she you, as friends, but sometimes Kit, sometimes you have me fooled! If I have to sometimes wonder about the two of you, I can't say that IM NOT surprised the rest of the world is wondering too" He said as Kit turned the speaker on his phone, then resting it on his chest. "Dan, I know, we know" he sighed. "Then why are we in this situation?" He asked with a tone of frustration in his voice. Kit shook his head. "I don't know" he whispered. There was a moment of silence that was finally broken by the sound of Dan's voice. "Keep your head down Kit, please, make sure you don't give these dickheads something to write about. That's all it is and you know it, it's just shit on paper." Kit couldn't help but laugh as he stood up and walked towards the double doors, checking and making sure that they're locked. "Have a safe trip home mate, give Rose my love" said Dan as Kit felt a knot in his stomach. "Will do Dan, thanks for checking in on us" he said as he turned around to walk towards his open front door. His heart skipped a beat when he saw her standing there, looking back at him with the ripped magazine note in her hand and a helpless smile on her face.

Kit walked towards her and hung up the phone, pushing the home button then shoving it into his back pocket. 'Emilia' he said as he held his hand out to pull her close to him, observing her eyes that were beginning to fill with tears. "Do you mean this?" she asked as she brought her hand up, holding the magazine clipping in the air. Kit nodded his head..."I do" he said confidently as he grabbed her hand, gently pulling her into his room, shutting the door behind them. He held her hand as he began to bring his head to hers... "Don't Kit" she said as she pulled away from him, removing his hand from hers. "We can't do this" she said as she passed him his note. You are in a relationship with someone else, this isn't you. You don't do this to the people you love" she said as he observed the tears rolling down her face. "Em...." He began, but his sentence was shut down by the look of disapproval on her face. "No Kit" she whispered. "I'm not doing this, I'm not being the other person. I've finally figured out why this happened, why this has happened now". She said quietly. "It's because of me. It's because of us being together every day for six to seven months. We've never been like this before, we've never filmed together... we think this is what we want, but it's not. You love Rose. You've loved her forever" she said as she quickly wiped the tears off of her face. "Kit, you moved in with her, you brought a damn house together in New York! You can't throw all of that away because of something that you think is real. You can't throw your life away because you think you're in love with me. You can't leave Rose because you think that I'm in love with you..." she said as she felt her heart near cave in from the emotions that filled her entire body. Emilia took a deep breath and held his hand. I love you Kit, she said confidently; "but, I'm not in love with you..." she lied. "You need to forget what happened here, and you need to forget about me" she said as she kissed his hand and let it go. "We have only one season left to film next year, then that'll be it. There will be no more reasons for us to find each other in this situation again... We fly out in a few hours to go back to our 'normal' lives. Please, can we forget this ever happened?" she said as she took his hand and placed his note inside of it. Kit looked down and took the note, and held it in his hand, he wanted to give it back to her, instead he looked at her dead straight in the eye. "As you wish" he said coldly. He leaned forward and opened the door behind her. "I'll see you at the airport, maybe" he said as he picked his bags up and held the door open for her. He didn't want her to leave, he didn't want to leave things like this with her, but this is what she wanted and he didn't want to intrude, she had made her mind up and he had to get used to it. Emilia took a deep breath, and looked him in the eye one more time, she was literally pushing her feelings aside for what she thought was right. Her entire being working hard to not hug him, to not kiss him, to not tell him that she was lying and that she wouldn't want anything more than to be his. She was in love with him, but this was the right thing to do and they both knew it. Kit looked at Emilia and found a lump in his throat, as did she. "Goodbye" she whispered. Kit looked at her then quickly looked away. "Goodbye Emilia" he said hesitantly. She turned and walked out of the room, Kit slamming the door behind her in frustration. Emilia made a bee line for the elevator, tears rolling down her face. Kit opened the note he had written. He read it one more time before throwing it in the rubbish...

Em, we both know this is wrong, we know that this is going to cause problems... but I can't help the way I feel about you. I love you. That's a fact. If you're in... then I'm in too... Come and see me. 'I'm right here'...