"... And thank you for flying British Airways."

I feel like London awaits me with open arms. The airplane comes to a stop and all the seat buckles applaud as they break open. One by one bodies spring up and towards the overhead compartments. I already have both my bags but don't expect any movement till at least few minutes or so.

According to Harry's text, Calvin will be waiting for me outside the baggage claim area around 1:30pm. I'm right on time, now only miles away from those sweet dimples and lean body. Assuming Calvin will just drop me off at the apartment so that I may settle in, which I have no problem with, I really have no idea when I'll be seeing Harry.

I make my way down the escalator and adjust my necklace so that the quill pendant falls outside my shirt. It's strange to think that the last time I walked this path I was all fancied up wearing a black pencil skirt, ironed buttoned shirt and tidy ponytail. Now my hair's down, desiring to have it loose more often, and I'm sporting a black leather jacket my mother bought me as a birthday gift. Not to mention a new pair of blue skinny jeans that are a tad too snug around my hips, clearly these jeans weren't designed for women with a pear figure.

Recognizing a few passengers from my flight, I find the nearest open space around the baggage carousel and wait for my two bags. Meanwhile I scope around and delight in the accents being sung around me. Looking over my shoulder I curiously spot two teenage girls studying me. One throws me a smile and naturally, I smile back.

Collecting my luggage, I carefully stack them before rolling away. Just as I'm passing the smiley teens, one of them speaks.

"Excuse me?" her voice cracks.

"Hey, yes?"

"We were just wondering, is your. . .are you Jude?"

"Yes, I am."

"See I told you," the other girl whispers aloud while getting nudged back.

"So you're Harry's girlfriend right? Can we get a picture with you?"

"With me? Okay, if you want," I chuckle in disbelief, yet again.

One girl stands beside me and the other pulls a stranger to take our picture. I still find this incredible and Harry's not even around. Although they are super nice, thanking me a few times before leaving, if only all encounters were this friendly. I make my way outside and wave at Calvin who's hanging up his phone.

"I was just calling you. How was your flight?" he asks after a friendly hug.

"Great, I slept all the way through."

"Smart girl, now your internal clock will be well adjusted in no time. I'll take these."

Once Calvin places my luggage in the trunk, we're driving off to Harry's. Perhaps it's been a long time and I have forgotten some roads, but the route doesn't seem familiar at all. A few minutes go by and I know for certain that we are on a different path.

"Are you hungry? Harry said he wouldn't be able to meet with you till the early evening, due to some technical errors they're experiencing."

"It's starting to hit me. So where are we headed?"

"I thought you'd want to get a bite to eat before I dropped you off at his apartment."

"That would be wonderful, thank you."

Intrigued to ask Calvin more details, I resist to not pester the poor man and enjoy the ride. Shaking my head, I'm still having a hard time accepting all the changes I've foregone since my last visit, but I sure do love this place. We pull up to a hotel and I immediately recognize where I am.

"What-why are we here?"

"Harry said to take you here, something about you loving the soufflé," Calvin grins.

"Up to the restaurant?"

He nods, "I'll take your things to his apartment."

"So wait, is he up there?"

"Just Lou."

"Oh," I reply slightly disappointed.

"See you later, if not, tomorrow."

My goodbye is silent as I can't make sense of why I would be having lunch with Lou at the Trafalgar hotel. The last and only time I was here was with Harry, we had dinner but it ended badly . . .or should I say coldly. Gripping my purse, I enter the elevator and anticipate Lou's friendly greeting in the next few minutes.

Walking out to this beautiful deck brings back bittersweet memories. Granted the view looks just as stunning, day or night, but even that won't stop the churning in my stomach. My eyes fall immediately on the table Harry and I sat at, not for the obvious reasons, but there stood a vase of peach roses very similar to the ones he brought to my house not too long ago.

My mouth opens more and more the closer I get. People are eating at their tables, as normal, and no one seems to follow my reaction. I begin to doubt if this is even for me, still the coincidence is too great. Approaching the table timidly, a chill runs down my arms to see a tiny envelope with my name on it hidden within the bouquet.

You being here makes me the happiest man and I'll do anything to ensure that you feel the same if not more. I love you with all my heart. I'm yours, Harry.

My hand immediately presses the note against my chest right over my heart, trying my best not to lose balance from my temporary weak knees. I look around but there's still no sign of a familiar face, only a couple staring from the corner table. Finally, a waiter passes by and informs me that my guest will be back shortly.

Before taking my seat, I glance over the rail to see the awe-striking view. My smile hasn't dimmed since I've landed, nor will it ever for the next six months. I reread the note several times, disregarding the tick in my legs as I wait anxiously for someone, anyone, to show.

"Miss, I'm afraid you're in my seat," says a soothing English accent that raises the hairs on my body every time I hear his first words.

"Harry!" I leap out of my chair.

His once hunched body stands tall from behind my chair with dazzling white teeth on full display and his cologne that immediately entices my nostrils. I lunge my arms around his neck while he firmly grabs my waist and lifts me off the ground, moaning into my neck. His smell, soft skin and curls, everything about him makes me the happiest and luckiest woman ever.

"I'm already the happiest girl in the world, Harry."

My feet touch the ground again and I take in his striking appearance. I believe both of us have glossy eyes and I don't know what's holding me back from kissing him, so I throw away all rules of modesty. Grabbing his neck, I stand on my toes and take what is rightfully mine. We eventually sit down and place our orders, including the soufflé.

"So why here?" I wonder.

"I thought back on your visit here, and this was the last time I remembered being an absolute dick to you. I wanted to make a new memory to replace the old one."

"Wow. That's very sweet and . . . romantic."

"So, how does it feel to be back in London?"

"I love it here so much, but I honestly love it even more because I'm here with you."

"Really?" Harry's boyish smile comes forth. "What are you lookin' forward to the most?"

"Hmmm. . .your bed," I say uncensored. It's the truth.

"No shit! Sorry," he laughs and covers his mouth in shock. "I was referrin' to the tour but I like that answer better."

"I can't help it, it's been more than a week," I join him and laugh, feeling my cheeks warm up.

"Oh Jude, don't tell me this, my mind's projectin' things. . ." Harry shakes his head and blushes.

"What things? Do share," I smile wickedly.

Pausing, Harry darts those lustrous green eyes at me along with his sexy grin. We are definitely on the same page. I couldn't be more relieved that I'm finally on the pill because I know I'm approaching my peek days. Seeing Harry sit across from me ignites a greater appetite that makes me wish we were at his place instead.

"So are you quite hungry?"

"You're avoiding my question," I smile with lips parted.

"What, the mental images? You know very well what they are. . . man I'm starved," Harry tries to divert the subject.

"I'm not even that hungry."

"Seriously, you're not hungry? Then what are you in the mood for?" he asks baffled.

I look around and smile once my eyes fall back on him. Purposely widening my eyes and biting my lower lip while shrugging slowly, hoping he doesn't embarrass me.

"What, another tour of London?"

"Ugh, noooo!"

Harry laughs again, of course he knows what I'm hinting at. His hand cups his ear and he waits for me to speak. I should've known he'd make me say it. I shake my head and he nods repeatedly.

"Come with it."

"You always do this to me."

"And you still haven't learned."

"Fine. I admit. . ." I swallow hard. Okay, this is me being bold and proclaiming what I want. "I can't wait to have mind-blowing sex! There, I said it!" Except now I'm more frustrated.

"Next time don't say it so loud, love. I'm afraid the rest of the guests are now in on our plans," Harry grins coyly.

"Oh gawd," I cover my face in humiliation, too scared to notice who's starring at us.

"I actually have a little present for you back home."

"I have one as well."

"Then it's settled. How about we take this to go instead?"

"Perfect!"

Notes

Chapter Playlist:

"Ticket To Ride" - The Beatles

"Sparks Fly" - T. Swift

So I had to update something already [I know, I know] and of course what do I do... I split my chapter. In hopes that you may enjoy this appetizer followed by the main course that's just up ahead [yes a <3 chapter ;) ]. I'm currently writing the second part and will be posting it tomorrow because I simply will not leave you hanging. You are too good to me for me pull that.

Gracias, Grazie, Merci.... for all your comments, votes and subscriptions. I'm blown away... just like Jude will be in this next chapter [insert evil grin here] xoxo