Eleanor

Eleanor had thought that with time the queasy feeling in her stomach would lessen. However it had only grown into a giant monster that lived in her stomach.

She fumbled with the purple, spotted tie on her wrist.

Had Park received the postcard? Had he read it? Did he understand it?

She dropped her head into her hands and groaned. Her curly, orange hair fell in a curtain around her face.

What had she done?

"Eleanor!" Uncle Geoffrey called.

Eleanor was so used to living in this house that she could tell where her Uncle was calling from. The front door.

A thought burst into Eleanor's mind. The mail usually arrived at this time! Park must have sent her a postcard or a letter or…something!

She tossed back her hair and jumped up from the bed. Her feed thudded against the floor as she swung open the door. It hit the drawers behind it and the Walkman her Uncle had gotten her fell to the floor. She looked back at it once. Her heart ached. She missed Park so much.

"Eleanor! Quickly!" Her Uncle yelled again with urgency.

She decided to leave the Walkman behind as she rushed out into the hallway. She didn't bother to change out of her large, baggy clothes. She didn't even grab a tie to hold back her unruly hair. She just half jogged towards the front of the house where she spotted her Uncle.

He stood with the door held open. His back towards her. He looked down the steps but Eleanor couldn't see past him.

What was he looking at?

She slowed down when she steps away from him. "Uncle Geoffrey?"

Her Uncle spun around as he heard her voice, moving to the side.

And there he stood.

He reminded her of the sun. His black hair had grown longer and the eyeliner that he always put on so perfectly was slightly smudged on his left eye. His perfect, magical eyes. He wore A tight fitting grey shirt that she'd seen him wear a handful of times at school. He wore his old but perfect jeans that he loved so much. In his hand was a Walkman. No – the Walkman. And in the other he held a postcard. Greetings from the state of 1000 lakes! Her postcard.

Eleanor's heart clenched.

She watched his face. They both stared at each other. Was he happy to see her? She couldn't tell.

Then Park's face began to contort and it took Eleanor a moment to realize what was happening. He…he was smiling. His face was overcome with pure, radiant joy and Eleanor stumbled out the front door.

"Park." She whispered his name and relished in the way it sounded on her tongue. She loved every syllable.

Park

He hadn't been sure which house was Eleanor's Uncles. It hadn't been long ago that he'd dropped her off here – without realizing it would be goodbye.

But it wasn't a goodbye. He wouldn't let it be.

He looked over the where the Walkman had been placed. Underneath it sat the postcard. And then he looked at himself in the review mirror and saw the hope in his own eyes.

Eleanor had reached out to him and if he couldn't remember which door was hers he would knock on every single one. He was going to find her. He had to.

Park couldn't remember what the house had looked like but it seemed that the world was on his side when he spotted Eleanor's Uncle checking the mailbox.

He swerved the Taurus into the next available parking spot.

He watched him walking back up the stairs.

Park had to do this. Even though his legs were weak and his heart was beating against his chest.

He thought about the last time he'd seen Eleanor. He wondered if she still looked the same? Did you still wear those ripped jeans that she'd patched up over a hundred times? Or the ratty old ties she kept in her frizzy, beautiful hair? Had she changed?

There was only one way to find out.

He pushed open the door, checking that no cars were coming and made his way around the front of it. He walked up the path to where the small gate sat. He pushed it open, his hands cooling against the metal.

Its hinges squeaked causing Eleanor's Uncle to turn around. He stood in the doorway of the house, looking down at Park with confusion written all over his face. "Can I help you?"

"Eleanor." Park breathed her name.

Her Uncle nodded like that was enough and called her name.

He called her name again.

Park felt like a lifetime went by. A cold breeze pushed against him causing his hair slip from behind his ears. He fiddled with the Walkman and then all of a sudden she was there.

Park forgot the breathe.

His stomach filled with butterflies and he felt completely alive. He felt everything in his body. He could hear his heartbeat. The numb feeling in his toes. The water rushing to his eyes. He swore he could hear Eleanor breathing.

There was nothing he wouldn't do for Eleanor.

He realized now that there had been no chance he could've stayed away. Even if Eleanor hadn't sent that postcard he would have arrived on this doorstep another day. He lived for Eleanor. He would cross the sky for her and if life tried to take her away again…he would take it back. This was it for him.

He took in a breath.

And happiness fulfilled him. It filled every inch of his body until he couldn't contain it anymore.

"Park." Eleanor whispered and she crashed down the stairs towards him. She was a tornado that barreled towards him and he stood there ready to be torn apart.

He lifted his arms and she fell into them. Her held her up when she no longer could hold herself. Her body shook as she cried and Park kissed her. He kissed her temple. Her cheek. Her neck. Her hair.

"I love you." He told her. His love her had consumed it. It filled him and he hadn't realized just how numb he had been without her. God. This girl was his everything. She was weird and funny and everything he could have ever dreamed of and he loved her.

"I know." She sniffled and pulled back. She gazed at him and Park rubbed the smooth skin of her face.

He wanted to kiss her.

"Shut up, Han Solo." He laughed and brought his lips against hers.

The end of the world could be happening around them right now and Park wouldn't have known because was so lost in Eleanor. They fit together so perfectly and in that moment he felt invincible.

He was holding and kissing the girl that he loved and now he knew…that she loved him too.

I'm sorry for any spelling mistakes/character faults. It's been a while since i've wrote any fan fiction and I am to *cough* lazy *cough* to edit correctly. Enjoy! All credit to Rainbow Rowell for her amazing characters.