Making my way to the second floor of the tour bus, I take a seat in the center row on the very end. To make this ride complete, I slide in my earphones to a Beatles playlist and enjoy the show. My body is relaxed, if only I could say the same for my mind. Preferring to take this tour alone, even though I know of a few friends who would have joined me, I need time and space to think.

Harry took off to meet with his band mates and work. He didn't go into much details and I don't ask him questions either. I figure he must like just being himself with me and not having to discuss the perks of his job, which could be easily interpreted as bragging. Regardless of his fame, he remains humble and dedicated to his work he claims to love very much.

Such dedication and commitment make me question my goals in life. Harry is barely a year younger than me and has a set career that will leave him well off for the rest of his life. I on the other hand, still have to finish my master's degree and get an internship here soon, hopefully with PhoenixWoman magazine. But I can't shake my desire to travel more.

We're driving to the London Eye now, according to my map, where Linda and I agreed to meet. I get off the bus to walk up to this breathtaking Ferris wheel and see her not too far away. Linda gives me a big hug, somehow we had left the impression that we'd be hanging out more than we actually did. Its nice to share this with her, scratching it off my list, for I hoped to remain close friends.

"I was surprised to get your text, it seemed like you just disappeared on us," Linda starts as we board one of the glass capsules.

"It's been a very interesting trip," a chuckle in amusement. "How are you and Allen doing?"

"He's a great guy but I'm not sure if he's interested in pursuing something as I am."

"Haven't you guys been on a couple of dates now?"

"Yeah . . . but I get this vibe from him, like he wants to keep things casual," she shrugs.

"Well, I guess you never really know with men these days. And they say we're the complicated ones."

"What about you, I thought you and Jack would hit it off for sure. Unless . . ." Linda nudges my arm.

"Jack is sweet, but . . . I'm kinda seeing someone? I don't even know if I can call it that," I stare out the window as we slowly elevate.

"Its Harry isn' it. Funny I didn't see you as the type to fall for him."

"Neither did I, believe me, it just sort of happened?"

"But aren't you leaving in a couple of days?"

"Yes, I leave the day after tomorrow. So you can imagine how confused I feel with all of this," a heavy sigh escapes my lungs.

"Oh honey, do you want my honest opinion?" Linda places her hand on my shoulder, I have a feeling this won't be good news.

"You must know how often these situations occur. By the look on your face, I see that you've fallen deeper than you care to admit. I had that same look. But you already know how this is going to end."

End? Was it really doomed to end? Must I accept that Harry had no intention in prolonging our. . .fling? I hate the sound of that word, so cheap and meaningless. Although if anyone's a fool here, its me. He clearly stated in the beginning what he wanted and that he doesn't do long distance relationships. There was my answer.

"So I should just assume that I won't hear from Harry after I leave the country?"

"I'm afraid so."

"I never told you that we slept together, but I guess that still doesn't change things does it?" Linda nods sadly. "I guess I saw it coming, but at least he was honest with me. I just chose to jump in no matter the consequences."

"I would have done the same thing. He is quite charming, but I've also heard of his reputation with the ladies, not something I'm quite fond of."

I suspected that, it was a no brainer really. We eventually change the subject, there was no use in dwelling on it any longer. The ride lasts for about a half hour and Linda waits with me for my next bus. In the midst of our light chat I hear my phone chime, its Harry.

"Speak of the devil."

"Is it Harry, what did he say?" Linda inquires eagerly, I know somewhere in her heart she wants to be proved wrong, so do I.

"He wrote, Boo. How's your tour going?" I smile.

"Oh Jude, if you could see your face light up."

I know I'm glowing and as much as I should take our conversation to heart, I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my time with him, even if the heart wound deepens and scars me for life. Linda's sympathetic smile is hard to look at, even when I know that its only because she cares.

"I'm having a wonderful time. I met up with Linda and we're waiting for my bus so I can take the route closest to the hotel," I mumble as I type.

"It's almost 6 o'clock, how long will it take you to get back?" he answers back.

"I'm not sure."

"I'm going to pick you up. Can Linda wait with you till I'm there?" I whisper to Linda.

"Persistent isn't he?" she laughs. "I'll wait."

"Are you sure? I don't even know how far away he might be."

Linda shakes her head and I text back our location, at least this gives us more time to hangout. She insists that I visit her the next time I come to London, it isn't likely but she doesn't discard the possibility of coming to America someday. We end our conversation on the highlights of the concert before Harry's car pulls up. I know he won't get out so I hug Linda goodbye and climb into his car.

"That was fast," I announce light heartedly.

"Yeah, I cut through some corners," he smiles and I melt. "Were you still wanting to come out tonight?"

"Oh I forgot about that. Sure."

"Good. Liam has been bugging me, says he wants to meet you."

"Really?"

"Yea, but we need to talk," he says a little serious.

Linda's conversation comes to mind and my heart begins to sink. This "talk" is the one where we negotiate a peaceful departure with no hurt feelings right? The one where Harry gets off not looking like the bad guy, which he isn't, but I end up looking like an ass for liking him too much. The lump in my throat won't go away, making me very thirsty once we get to the hotel.

To my surprise, Harry still has the keycard to my room and opens the door for me. I calmly walk into the bathroom to get a drink from the faucet, dreading to face Harry. Slipping out of my flats, I turn to find him sitting on the chair by my desk, not on my bed as I had hoped. He's holding his phone, looking at who knows what. Here it comes.

I stand a few feet away, playing with my fingernails for distraction, ignoring his worrisome expression. With a deep breath I march to sit on the edge of my bed, leaving the gap between us a little more bearable, but he's still out of my reach. He notices me and keeps those green eyes locked on mine.

"Is this real?" he asks and I'm dumbfounded. "The thing is, I honestly don't know. . . its not a bad thing, because I would know if it wasn't. So . . . the fact that I'm confused makes me think that theres something more."

Those weren't the words I was expecting him to start with and I'm not sure exactly what he's trying to say.

"I guess I don't know either. Given the circumstances, the way things just sort of happened, its hard to say what this is really," I admit.

"I mean . . . I like you a lot, but I almost regret how things started between us. Don't know if my stupid plan-game, ruined. . . I just wouldn't have rushed certain things. You understand?"

It felt like the break up talk to me and I can't help reflect my emotions as my eyes begin to water. The one and only time I compromise my morals and act out on a whim, I get burned. The distance between us stretches us across the room, or so it seems, his gaze falling to his phone once again.

"I think if we had more time, and took a couple of steps back, we could maybe see if this was more than just infatuation."

I scowl at his last comment, more confused than ever. My emotions were being tossed everywhere like a yo-yo, making him hard to read.

"I leave on Thursday, Harry," I lament, we had run out of time.

"I know," he stands up to sit next to me and shows me his phone. "I've been looking at the flights going out on Sunday and Monday . . . would you be able to stay longer?"

My heart flutters at the realization of his words. He was checking my flights. He wanted me to stay longer. What's happening here?

"I-I could leave on Monday," I can't believe what I'm saying. "But I don't know if they'll refund me the ticket or what I have to pay to change the date."

"I'll take care of that . . . I just think this would be a good opportunity to get to know each other before our lives get too overwhelming," I finally see him smile. "The truth is, its too late to start things properly, but I can try my hardest to not be so . . . needy."

His smirk makes me smile in return.

"So if I'm understanding correctly, you want to cut off the physical part, so we can get to know each other better?"

"Well umm, not cut off completely . . . just less. A balance," Harry grins.

My reaction is to hug him, and when he reciprocates my embrace, relief washes over me. Linda was wrong, and I knew she would be more than happy to hear it, I know I was. Things like this don't just happen. And as much as I wanted to be with Harry, the obstacles were there. His lifestyle and the distance wouldn't make it easy, but he was taking the next step to see if we were really something worth fighting for.

"Lets change your flight, shall we?" Harry smiles and looks over at my laptop sitting on the desk.