My train is on time, I am in London at 6:30. I feel so stressed out. Pulling down my suitcase, I look for the guy who is supposed to pick me up. Liam, Harry, texted me earlier to warn me about a driver coming for me.

"Misses Jenna" An old guy asks, coming over me.

"Yeah"

"Please follow me"

"Okay"

The weather is awful, it's summer but it's raining here.

He opens me the door, and I sit on the backseat of the black car. Looking out the window, I try to relax, which doesn't work at all.

How am I gonna handle that? Is he going to tell me the truth? Should I bring it up straight when I see him?

I don't have the time to get any answers, the car slows down and stops. The driver opens me the door telling me that we've arrived.

Letting him pulling my suitcase from the trunk, I look up at the building in front of me. It's made with white rocks, it's beautiful.

Harry opens the front door and greets me with a beautiful smile. His outfit looks so much different from the ones he wore in Bali. He's still good looking though, with his flowery shirt and black skinny jeans, and white socks. That's' what artist wear, I guess. That thought makes me smile.

When I pass the door, Harry puts my face into his hands and kisses me in the lips. My heart stops beating, the feeling of his soft lips against mine makes me shiver. It's like we've never been apart. Focus Jenna.

"Make yourself at home" he says, helping me to remove my wet coat.

"Thanks" I mutter. What am I doing here?

His place is not what I expected, it's pretty well decorated and well furnished, and clean.

Gently, he leads me to the living room. As I sit on the couch, he sits on the coffee table, just in front of me.

"It's good to see you babe"

"You too"

He seems anxious, his right leg is shaking and his fists are tightened.

I decide to break the silence.

"Why, Harry?"

I do my best to keep the tears from falling. I have to be strong on this.

His eyes open wide, staring at mines. He obvioulsy didn't see that coming.

"You know?" he sighs, looking at his feet.

"No, that was a joke!" I shout, he can't just say that, he has to explain himself!

"I am sorry" he mutters. "I didn't mean to lie, it just came out" he stands up and starts walking back and forth, struggling to speak, to find the right words.

He adds,

"You have to understand." "In my situation, it's complicated to trust, or be with someone" "I wasn't sure if you didn't know who I was, and it was too late to tell you the truth".

"So why did you call me back?"

"I heard about the picture, of us, on the boat, I wanted to warn you"

"That's why you called me?" he's kidding me right?

"Not just for that, but I wanted to see you, I've missed you, and to tell you the truth, face to face, you know in person" "I am so sorry for the photo!"

"I was half naked Harry, my friend saw it, that's how I learned who you are"

"Sorry"

"You repeat yourself"

"I don't know what else to say"

"This is bullshit" I shout, I don't want to look at him, nor to be in the same room right now.

I walk out the living room and go to the door, not looking behind. I grab my coat and run outside.

Shit it's pouring.

"Jenna, wait" I hear Harry yelling at me. but I don't stop. I keep walking, don't know where, but nothing matters. I just keep walking.

Double update cause the last chapter was a bit shorter. Hope you'll like it :)Love XXXxx