I wake up with a full bladder and try my best to quietly climb out of bed. The moment I stand to my feet, I hunch over holding my pelvis; the soreness is unbearable. Practically limping, I make my way to the toilet and slowly squat down. I cringe as I pee, I can understand the swelling but why the sting? Memories of last night crash in, the most incredible night of my life, then I remember Harry's pelvic thrusts . . . oh my.

My whole body is flustered just thinking about it. I flush the toilet and quickly shut the door to not wake him. I feel sticky and dirty from head to toe, so I opt to take a shower. Once I've finished, I grab Harry's towel, it smells like him. Forgetting that my travel bag is on the floor by the bed, I sneak out to grab it, taking another glance at sleepy Harry. I have to smile and take his image in before I return to the bathroom.

Refreshed with a minor burst of energy, I fight the lag but I still need a cup of coffee. Today I had a date with London, be it with Harry, Jack or alone. First I need to get my hands on some Advil or I'll never make it. I slip into my vintage floral dress, it has a beautiful square neckline and screams Stepford wife gone rogue, due to the backless cut.

I remove my purse from the bag and slip on my glasses, it feels good to be me again. With no blow dryer in sight, I use one of Harry's brushes and tie my hair in a ponytail, combing my fingers through my bangs. I brush my teeth, dab a little makeup and light perfume. And now that I'm dressed, I'm not exactly sure what to do.

I walk out and marvel at the sunlight peering in from the windows by the couch. Its a rather large room. Just when decide to roam around the room a bit, I hear a groggily voice.

"Where are you going?"

I turn to see Harry hunched over at the edge of the bed, rubbing his eyes, he looks so tired. As if I didn't know why. Walking over to sit beside him, I'm unsure how to greet him, but he then tangles his fingers in mine.

"I just wanted to freshen up and get ready for the day," I shrug and notice that Harry is still naked . . . and hard.

"What were you planning on doing today?" He asks, looking into my eyes then up and down at my dress.

"I wanted to see all that London had to offer. Take pictures and visit all the places on my list."

"You have a list?" He chuckles. "You're going to need a sweater, love. It might be a little chilly for you."

First baby and now love? My heart sinks with each soft word as I try to keep my head at eye level.

"What are you going to do today?" He looks at me oddly. Did I say something wrong?

"I was hoping to spend it with you, unless you wanted to go with someone else."

"Oh, I didn't know you wanted to come. I thought you would have to work or something. But . . ."

"But what?"

"Well, I wanted to walk around a lot and go into all these places . . ."

"And let me guess, you're worried about the paparazzi?" he mocks.

"I don't know how it works, what your allowed to do and not do."

"Well first, I do what I want and damn well please. Paparazzi or not. So stop worrying," he smiles with fangs showing.

Harry slides his hand under my chin and pulls me in for a kiss. Its hard not to be affected by his touch let alone his stare. Our other hands are still clasped tight and his skin feels so warm against my arm. All I want to do is cuddle with him.

"I'm going to hop in the shower and then we can get you some breakfast," he announces and kisses the tip of my nose.

It doesn't faze him that he's walking around completely naked and why should it, its his place. I sneak a quick peek at his bum as he vanishes into the bathroom. Once I hear the shower turn on, I remember to get my panties on the floor by my bedside. I wonder if he has any coffee as I go into the kitchen.

No luck in finding the coffee, I decide to look around instead. I've only been in the main room, kitchen and his bedroom. Observing another door in the kitchen with a small window, I don't know how I glanced over it thinking it was a closet. When I open the door I find this amazing balcony, wishing I had seen it before.

Luscious plants decorate the sides and 3 sets of steel tables are lined in the middle. The floor is dark grey with red bricks. There's even patio heaters as long lamp stands. This was amazing! I wish I had a balcony like this to throw little gatherings.

Harry was right though, it feels a tad chilly to be walking around in a summer dress, but I didn't want to go all the way back to my hotel to get jacket.

"Hey . . . its nice isn't it?" He asks, startling me but I nod that I do.

Harry comes out shoving his hands into his jean pockets, shirtless and barefoot. His tattoos are so easy to look at, they glisten with the drops falling from his wet hair.

"You'll have to show me this list of yours," he smiles as we walk back inside.

I spot a black jacket on the kitchen island and wonder what he's going to put on underneath it. Harry has gone back into the bedroom and I follow to fetch my things. Distracted by his flannel shirt sliding on his back, I watch him grab a brown leather jacket from the closet. As he's putting on his boots, I slip into my black flats and carry my things to the main room and wait there.

Jack pops in my head and my stomach turns. I feel awful for ditching him after I extended the invitation, but how could he even compare to Harry. I was thrilled that Harry wanted to spend the day with me, not caring whether to be seen. When I check my phone, I see a missed call from my parents, and I waste no time responding to their texts. It's almost ten o'clock and I haven't called Jack like I said I would, nor do I plan to.

Minutes later I hear the rattling of keys, when I look up my heart drops. Harry has styled his hair back and I can see a necklace peering from the opening of his shirt. Keys are in one hand and in the other is the black jacket from the kitchen.

"I got this for you, its small on me now so you can keep it," he offers and holds the blazer up.

Before I can reach for it Harry steps right up to put it on me, so I slip my arms through and allow him to finish dressing me. As soon as I look down I'm almost impressed by how it looks, a little big on the shoulders though, but not too shabby.

"Not bad right?" he smiles proudly.

"It will do," I smile back approvingly.

We go down to his car and he takes my travel bag to place in the trunk. His car has very dark tinted windows but smells so clean inside the minute you open the door. I buckle up and notice Harry take out an orange from his jacket and dunk it in the cup holder. He seems to be a fan of fruit; I like that. I don't know where we are going but I feel so relaxed and comfortable with him that I'm just enjoying the ride, still adapting to sitting on the left side of the car.

He drives with a scowl. I'm quite amused by it actually as I fumble through the music stations. I find a pop rock song that sounds like a boy group and immediately assume its his band. My assumptions are correct when I see his face cringe and nod. He reaches for the radio but I push away his hand and laugh. Harry still shakes his head at my uncool move but at least he's no longer scowling. I dare say I even see a grin on his lips.

Arriving at a local bakery, he tells me to wait in the car, not before asking how I like my coffee. I gleefully reply, "sugar and half and half please." He nods and quickly gets out. Moments later, he's returned with my coffee, bottled water and a white pastry box. While he slowly drives away, taking the orange out so that I may place my hot cup instead, I open the box to find assorted mouth watering goodies.

Harry starts to share random stories and jokes, some aren't even that funny but I'm just mesmerized by him. He asks what the first place on my list is and I tell him the Tower of London. I love how confident he is driving around the city, knowing all the turns and streets. I like how he plays with his bottom lip when we stop at the red lights, deep in thought.

"We're almost there," he says.

Awestruck, I keep gazing out my window, in love with the buildings and cars. I wouldn't mind living here at all, plus I love the rain. . . maybe just foreign rain.

"Hey Jude," Harry calls me.

I look over at him and his smile captures my heart. I scrunch up my nose to see what he wants, only he doesn't say anything, he leans in. His hand removes my glasses, releasing them on to my lap, then he pulls me in. I embrace Harry's lips like if it were the first time. The warmth and fullness of his mouth is so invigorating, I don't want to let go.

Once parked, we begin to walk towards the beautiful building. I snap a couple of pics on my phone and hand it to Harry so he can take some of me. Some guy passing by us offers to take one of us and we pose for our first picture together. We go inside and Harry gets us our admission tickets, spending nearly two hours roaming from exhibit to exhibit. From the Crown Jewels, Line of Kings, the White Tower and Medieval Palace. There's so much to see and so little time. Once my craving has satiated, I know we can move on to the next location.

"Who are you texting?" Harry asks as we climb in his car.

"No one. I just posted a tweet."

"You have Twitter? How come I'm not following you?" He straps on his seat belt and turns on the ignition.

"I don't know, why aren't you following me?" I smirk.

"Let me see here-" Harry takes the phone from my hands and squints his lime green eyes. Then he takes out his phone and starts typing. "There. I am now following Jude Pierce everyone!"

I take my phone back and laugh at his silly announcement. I'm having so much fun just hanging out with him, I wish I could look forward to it next week, but I won't be here.

"Where to next, love?"

"The . . .Palace of Westminster and then Abbey Road. I want to take a picture right where the Beatles walked."

"Oh good ol' Big Ben eh? As you wish!" Harry smiles and pulls out to the street.

"I want to thank you for driving me around, Harry," I smile with gratitude.

"But of course. . .I'm just glad you decided to go with me instead."

Instead? I found his remark a little suspicious but disregarded the itch. "I can't think of anyone else I'd rather go with."

"Not even . . .Jack?"

Where did that come from? "No, why?"

"Agh, I . . . did something pretty shitty," Harry bites the corner of his mouth.

"Like what?"

"You have to promise not to be mad."

"It depends now doesn't it," I cross my arms, I can't wait to hear this.

"Well . . . when I got out of the shower and started dressing, I heard your phone going off in the room. I was just going to take it to you but saw a text pop up . . . from Jack . . . and I erased it," he said with a disgusted look on his face.

I didn't know what to make of this. First he took my phone out of my purse and then not only did he read my text but he deleted it too. What the heck? I should blow up and tell him who does he think he is? Just because he's given all this spoiled treatment he thinks he gets to do what he wants all the time? I want to say all this but I don't.

"What did the text say?"

"He was asking if you guys were still on for going sight seeing today," Harry mumbled as he clenched his jaw.

I could tell he was a bit bothered by the text but that still doesn't justify what he did. He's not my boyfriend, even though I would love for him to be. Still, the soft spoken voice in my head said I should be flattered by his jealousy, that it was his way of showing how much he cared and wanted me. So I went with that instead and in doing so I couldn't wipe the growing smile from my face.

"You're smiling . . . that's a good thing right?" He asks with a half smile of his own.

"Tell me why you erased it and I'll tell you why I'm smiling."

"I don't know, it was my first reaction."

"Jealous reaction?"

"No . . . I don't know!"

I start laughing at his inability to tell me the truth. "You are so . . ."

"I'm so what?" His smile is radiant.

"Nothing. Just don't go anywhere near my phone."

"I promise," his smile is so sly, I just want to poke my finger in one of those dimples. "Admit it."

"Admit what now?" I laugh in amazement and annoyance.

"Admit it."

"I don't know what I'm supposed to admit to," I shrug in defeat.

Harry simply shakes his head and grins, like I disappointed him. Whatever! This was his way of turning the tables around. We reach another stop light and just then Harry shifts the gears to park, he lunges at me, pressing his lips on mine with a passion I didn't suspect before. I'm drawn into his scent and soft hands on my cheeks. I start to feel the tingly sensations he provokes in me when he's this close. Can we find a bed instead?