We are back at Lou's place watching some random tv in the lounge. Its nine in the evening. Harry has managed to exhaust me due to all the touring we did today in the heart of London. From the eye, to Piccadilly to a long infamous tube ride to Chelsea.

London is amazing, it reminds me of Australia. I feel a sense of guilt though the other night I called Fionn up basically telling him I was not interested. I feel gut for him and Harry does he have a right to know?

Well no he still hasn't told me his mystery reasons for not contacting me all those months.


"What you thinking about?" He breaks the silence. "Uh nothing, why?"

"Your biting your nails." I look down to my hand and cross my hands.

"So?" He presses. "Nothing Harry."

My eyes glued to the ground. "Fine don't tell me." He changes the channel.

My eyes dart to his, "hypocrite" I whisper, not softer enough. "Pardon."

"Drop it" I increase my tone.

"What's your problem?" He turns the tv off. "My god nothing." I sit back on the cushions folding my arms.


Screw this I think. "What you magically expect me to open up and tell you my feelings. After you continue to refuse to tell me why I never heard from you in all those three months."

I say honestly. "I told you I had my----"

"I know you had reasons, but why? You have no idea how hard it was, I just wanted to talk to you and for you to tell me I was going to be ok." I get all emotional now, shit.

"You know I can't promise that." He is frustrated. "You used to." A tear falls. He stands up angry, stretching some of his skin is exposed. I jump up.


"Harry what is that?" I notice along his stomach. "What it's nothing." He fans me away. Whats his problem. With that he storms out the front door.


Well that was random!





I lay in bed staring at the ceiling. Harry used to be the one I could run to and now is running away from me. This isnt fair I just wanna know him, like he knows me. But why won't he give me the chance.


My phone rings, stretching my arm I answer it on FaceTime.


"Hey Kylie"

"Hey babe." I can see the crystal ocean of the Amalfi coast in the background and am jealous.

"Hows married life.?"

"Gooodddd." She grins.


"can you do me a favour?" I nod my head.


"The wedding video, I actually had Harry film us, can you grab it off him, I really wanna see it when we come home in a couple days."

Why is he the source of everything? "Of course. You have Lou's address right?"

"Yea we do."


"Hey Anthony." He appears on the screen, a little sub burn. "Ok we gotta go. See you in a couple days."


They hang up.

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It is the next morning and I finished changing.


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I make myself some tea and watch some British news. I am really getting bored here it's so empty and lonely.


I put the alarm on and walk down to Harry's. Knocking on his door he finally answers it. "Yes." Wow his not a morning person. "Umm Kylie told me you were responsible for their wedding video. Can I have it please?"

He nods his head, and leaves me outside the door. Because you know it's not cold or anything.

"There ya go," He hands me the camera and tapes. "Thanks I thought we -----"

He closes his door.

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