"Wow." He stutters, leaning forward in his seat and squinting out of the windscreen to get a better look.

As we get nearer, I pull up into the makeshift car park and kill the engine. It is 5.01am and we have just made it.

The white conical lighthouse stands proud before us, imposing over the calm sea that stretches out beyond. The sun is slowly rising but due to our position it is hidden behind the building. Golden rays flare out from her sides like a halo, casting sunbeams in every direction shimmering across the illuminated water below.

Harry steps out of the car and places the coffees on the floor in the footwell. He grabs his camera and moves to the front of the vehicle. All the time he doesn't take his eyes off the view in front of him. I grab my coat and boots out the back and join him.

Although it is nearly June, the mornings still hold a chill and the heat from the engine warms our behinds as we perch side by side on the bonnet of the car, our legs outstretched in front of us. Harry's gaze is held entranced towards nature's floorshow. Only two sounds can be heard in my ears, the feint whistling of the breeze from being in this vast open space and exposed to the elements and the continuous clicks on the shutter on Harry's camera.

When we arrived, the small orange speck was just beginning to peek over the horizon. The sky was streaked with an array of vibrant colours that blended perfectly together. Now, as the larger golden sphere takes its rightful command of the radiance in the sky, it has extinguished the vivid rich colours, dampening them down with its bright light and fading their vibrancy to pastel tones.

The sun moves across the sky with such grace, its commanding presence beckoning the earth below to wake. I close my eyes and sit there soaking up the liquid gold droplets that feel warm upon my face.

"So beautiful." Harry's words are slow and hoarse and I flick my eyes open to find him looking at me with the camera high in his hand and pointing towards my direction.

I rest my palm flat on the bonnet in between us and lean forward to give him a kiss. "It's my special place so I'm glad you like it." His eyes sparkle in the morning sunshine. The outer black ring almost struggles to keep the glittery speckled jades in check. "After we finish our breakfast, I'll show you around."

He grabs the breakfast from inside the car and resumes his position beside me. We drink our coffee and eat the food whilst all the time admiring the view and searching out to sea.

"What's the story behind the lighthouse?" He asks in between a mouthful of flakey croissant.

"I first started coming here when I was 17. I was one of the first in my group of friends to pass my driving test. On Friday nights during the summer months, we would all cram into my car and drive here. We'd bring one of those disposal BBQs, some burgers, buns and beers and spend the evening chatting and generally mucking around. At sunset, we'd turn the BBQ into a firepit and sit and watch the sun go down. My friend Dylan would played his guitar and we'd all sing along. We enjoyed some great nights, especially when it got dark because out here it's pitch black. We'd tell horror stories to see who would cave first and run scared to the car. Sometimes we even slept out up here. I've got fond memories of those times."

"Sounds like fun, happy memories huh? He bumps against my shoulder. His calm tone matches my nostalgia.

"Yeah very."

"Is the lighthouse still in commission then?"

"No, I've never seen the beacon working but I can imagine in its time it was magical as its rays of light stretched out over the water warning sailors they were close to the shore. It's odd how something so architecturally simple and really quite beautiful spells danger."

"Depends how you look it."

"What do you mean?" I glance at him out of the corner of my eye. His gaze is transfixed on the lighthouse as the sunshine glows upon his face. He is absorbed in pondering thought.

"Well if you look at it from purely the point of view of the sea, a lighthouse is a monument to warn ships of danger. But for a sailor it is the beautiful guiding light to escort him safely home, back into the arms of his true love who waits patiently for him on the shore.  She is his true lighthouse. The light inside of her reflects all of his love, hopes, dreams and desires.  He needs to return to her safe and well. He needs to return home."

There is no need for a verbal response from me to ruin his poetic words. I push up and stand in between his legs, cup his cheeks in between my hands and kiss him deeply on the lips. I am in awe of how he looks at the world. So full of love and meaning. He sees the happiness, light and positivity in everything.

His arms snake around my waist and he pulls me in tightly to him, nuzzling into my neck. "Thank you for sharing this wonderful place with me."

"It's my pleasure, now let's explore."

We spend the next half an hour around the lighthouse. It's all locked up so we can't go in but it is fascinating to be up close to it. Harry is still snapping away on his camera and when he turns it onto me I protest, not liking the attention and embarrassed at having my picture taken. He practically begs me so I give in and playfully model-pose up against the smooth, cold white walls. I playfully pout, pucker my lips and poke out of my tongue then the wind blows my hair across my face and I peek out from behind it and smile towards the lens.

The shutter goes into overdrive so I start to sprint away from him. Looking behind me, he's laughing as he follows me, still manically clicking away. I reach the steps that lead down to a small pebbly beach. The wooden steps are steep and uneven and ever the gentleman, he ushers to go in front, holding out his hand to help me down.

The little beach is so pretty. The pebbles are a variety of amazing shades of brown, greys, blue hues and even white. As the little waves wash over them they darken in colour. Harry picks up a pebble and with a tick of his wrist he flicks it towards the water and it ricochets over the surface before sinking under. I copy his actions but my pebble just plops into the water and disappears out of sight.

"I have never been able to master the art of skimming stones." I moan in frustration.

A little chuckle falls from his mouth, "here, let me show you." And he proceeds to give me a lesson on stone skimming. I manage a couple of bounces on one but give up defeated.

Instead, I grab his camera from over his shoulder and snap a couple of pictures of him successfully skimming over and over. I zoom in to get close ups of his face through the viewfinder. I capture gorgeous images of his prominent side profile, just as I photographed it in my mind on the night he dropped me home after he kissed me for the first time. He looks so at ease and relaxed, although the competitive concentration on his face to achieve the perfect skim every time is intense. It strikes me he has an appetite for being as successful as he can be in all that he does, to the point that he'll push himself until he reaches his goal. It is an admirable quality and goes some way to explaining how he has achieved the success he has.

Finally, we sit with our backs resting up against the cliff wall and take in our surroundings. The little beech is sheltered from the breeze. I love the sounds and smells that the sea creates. The tiny waves lap eagerly across the pebbles and then roll back out again sucking smaller stones along with it. Seagulls flap overhead and the sun surrounds us in a warm glow. I rest my head on Harry's shoulder. Everything feels perfect.

"Harry, are you sure you are ok, after everything I mean."

He glances down at me and kisses my forehead. "Yes absolutely."

"It's just you seem to have flicked the switch so easily."

He pauses before looking down at me. "I need you to understand something. It's very important to me that you do. Most of what I thought about was the amazingly great stuff, the incredible memories and wonderful times. I am so fortunate Lily and I never lose sight of that. I have amazingly supportive parents, a loving sister, step-parents and extended family, my band of brothers, three sets of close friends in London, LA and Cheshire that I would trust with my life. And to top it all I make music for a career. It's just perfectly everything I could ask for."

"I'm so glad." I reply cuddling into him. He drapes his arm over my shoulder and pulls me into his side.

"What you saw yesterday was the worst of it and I am so sorry for that because it was the five percent of bad feelings I'd put off dealing with until the end. Having thought about it, I now know that I should have spent more time reflecting on what was happening at the time it was happening. Putting the enormity of it all on the backburner wasn't such a good idea. But it's done now and I am being honest when I said I feel free."

"Good I'm relieved but please if it starts to all feel too much again you will talk to someone won't you?"

"I promise." He kisses the top of my head. "As long as you promise me one thing."

"What's that?"

"I don't want you to worry about me, everything is fine, and I am okay."

"Ok but there is just one thing I do want you to do."

"Fire away?" He replies intrigued.

"Call your mum and talk to her. I know I listened but she has been at your side through all of it and probably knows you better than anyone. I think she would want to know what you've been through and it would do you good to talk to her."

"How did I find someone so wise? You are right and I promise will call her as soon as I get back."

"Thank you, it would make me feel better." I look up at him and he places a small chaste kiss on my lips. "Shall we venture back, it's 6.30am and I've got to go to work soon."

"Yeah let's go." Harry stands up and extends his hand to me pulling me up to standing. He drapes his arms over my shoulder and we wander back to the car.

As we approach, he asks if he can drive back and pouts his lips and flutters his eyelashes at me. How can I resist. He manages to start the old girl first time, pulls away effortlessly and drives her like she's his and he's owned her forever.

We pull back in front of Summer Haze at 7am and he turns to me. "Great car, such a real drive, I might buy her off you."

I give him my 'no' face, "sorry she's not for sale but you can drive her whenever you like."

"I will be taking you up on that. Are you going to come in?" He looks hopeful.

"Much as I want too, I can't Harry." He looks totally disappointed. "But only because I'll be late for work if I do."

"Ok, I understand."

We both get out and he walks around to my side, leaning into me and trapping my body up against the passenger door. The feeling of all of him rested against me, connected to me at every point, sends electricity shooting through my veins.

His hand cups at the nape of my neck and his forehead leans onto mine. "Lily, thank you again for being here, helping me and listening and for everything, particularly today. You were right getting out was just what I needed." His eyes are closed as he says the words, then he plants a long kiss against my lips, so tender and loving it whips up my insides even more, racing my heart and pulsing down to my core.

I am completely flustered when he breaks the moment I don't want to end. I grip onto the front of his coat and pull his lips back to mine to kiss him softly again. My arms wrap around his shoulders and I pull him into me. We stand motionless in the embrace of each other.

He pulls back, cups my cheeks and speaks in between kisses, "you'd better go, I don't want to be the reason you get the sack."

I smile affectionately against him, "Yes but I'll see you soon." Its half statement, half question.

"Yeah very soon." He nods, kisses me again and backs away. His greens hold my stare in the passion of them as our fingers are the only part of us still touching, holding onto each other by their tips.

"Harry." I whisper almost inaudibly, barely able to breath at the magnetic emotion flowing between us.

"Yeah." He rasps so deeply right from the depths of his throat. If I wasn't leaning against the car I would surely sink to the floor in a trembling heap.

"Remember to call your mum."

"Will do beautiful, see you soon."

His fingers pull hesitantly away. He blows me a kiss and disappears inside leaving me a complete and utter loved-up mess on the driveway.