H.

I sit up in bed after a while of tossing and turning. Reliving events from my childhood scared me completely and gave me nightmares and now I am awake, taking some Advil for my growing headache. When I saw the clock, it was 6:33 AM. I needed to be ready for work at about 7:00 so I got out of bed and did just that.

Skipping the boring details of my shower routine, I tame my wet curls and grimace at the length. I needed a haircut desperately. After brushing my teeth and getting dressed, I walk back into the room to see Beau was still sleeping.

How simple would this life be? I wake up early for work and have the pleasure of seeing her face completely at peace in the morning. Before I wake her and she's frantic that she'll be late for work. And just as I'm gathering up mementos in my head, the underlining is that I may not be able to give her a baby begins to gnaw at me.

And now, London.

Sure I had never actually thought about moving back here but London is my home and America had only ever brought me problems. That's where my addiction started after all. Here, I could start anew. Revamp myself into a better person or at least try to for goodness sake. Maybe if I asked Beau, she might want to move here too.

No I couldn't ask that of her... For fucks sake, why am I so afraid of speaking out and solving my problems?

My thoughts are interrupted when I hear Beau tossing in bed and before I know it, she's sitting up. "Good morning." She smiles at me, rubbing sleep off her eyes. "Why do you always look so good in that suit?"

I chuckle as I go towards the bed and sit, her hand goes to my cheek and she caresses it. "What are your plans for today?"

"Well I was kind of hoping that you'd show me around," Her smile fades when she notices the time. "But I now realize that you have to work, so then I guess nothing." At this, I look at my watch. 7:03 AM. I mean it's not like I'm actually working. I'm only going until 12 to take a look around on how the working mechanism is and have a summary of what I think by the end of this work trip.

Which is Sunday.

Mr. Marion's words come to my mind. "You know there's always a position available for you. Contact me if you become interested."

I sigh. "You know what?" I push hair away from her face. "Why don't I forget about work, you get ready and I can take you to breakfast?"

Beau's smile comes back and her eyes gleam. "Really? Won't you get in trouble?" I shrug with a smile and she stands up from the bed. "I'll go get ready then."

With one quick peck on the lips, Beau disappears into the bathroom and I go down to the lobby.

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B.

Harry seemed in a much lighter mood today, I was thankful for that. Lately the tension between us has been persistent and I was beginning to think that maybe he might be regretting bringing me here with him and possibly regretting the engagement.

He's probably overwhelmed, maybe it has absolutely nothing to do with me. I look at myself one last time in the mirror. I was wearing blue denim jeans, some leather heeled boots and a long sleeved white shirt. It was fresh and gloomy outside, the weather has been horrible since we've been in London. Just yesterday the sun was out all morning and then an hour later, it was like the North Pole.

I grab my coat and my purse before I go downstairs to the lobby. Just as I was putting my phone in my purse, I see Harry talking to some woman. She was tall, red headed and with kind blue eyes. Harry looks towards me and motions for me. I smile at the woman and she smiles back. "Beau, this is Georgia an old childhood friend of mine." Georgia extends her hand to me and I take it.

I almost expected for Harry to introduce me as his girlfriend, maybe even his fiancée but when he doesn't, I bite my tongue. "Hi, I'm Beau."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Beau." She says kindly, her British accent suited her well and she had a kind voice. Everything about this woman seemed kind so it was kind of hard to be jealous right this moment, especially since Harry refused to introduce me. "So what brings you two here? You're far from America." She gives a small giggle.

"We're here because of Harry's work." I answer and Georgia looks at Harry.

"Oh, that's right!" She says. "Fox Enterprises, correct?"

Harry nods. "Yeah, it's just temporary. We're leaving Sunday night."

"Oh, well maybe we could have dinner together before you two have to go back?" Georgia looks back to me in question and I look to Harry for approval. He was already looking at me. "In fact, I was on my way to meet up with Liv and Corey. You remember them, don't you?"

"How can I not?" Harry says. "What's the deal with them now?"

"Well they left behind being children and realized that no one else is going to put up with them the way they did. So now they're engaged and about to be married in the Summer." As Georgia and Harry shared laughs, I felt outcasted. Here we were in Harry's hometown with Harry's friends and I didn't feel like I belonged. I have never really been one to feel left out, I'm usually a good conversationalist.

But now it feels as though I'm in some alien planet and everyone else is speaking a different language than I am and there's no way for me to give my input without feeling like I'm barging in on something.

"...Anyway, what do you say? Only if you two aren't doing anything." She looks at me for approval. Just as I was about to tell her we actually did have plans, Harry beats me to it.

"I don't see why not." Georgia smiles at this and Harry doesn't make eye contact with me.

"Great! Let me just go call a cab and we can be on our way." She gives me one last smile before she walks outside of the lobby.

I turn to Harry. "I thought you were going to show me around?"

"I know, I'm sorry but Georgia is my childhood best friend. I haven't exactly seen her since I left London." I ignore the lump in my throat and look away.

There it was. That same silence that hasn't left since we arrived in London. I could practically see how tense Harry was as his jaw clenched and unclenched. He also held his hands inside the pockets of his slacks. "Why didn't you introduce me?" I finally say.

Harry looks at me. "What?" I know he heard what I said, it's like he wanted to avoid the question.

"You didn't introduce me to Georgia," I repeat. "Unless that's a London tradition, I'd say it was rather weird."

"I was just shocked to see her after so many years, don't look so deep into it."

"I wouldn't if you hadn't been acting weird since we got here," I cross my arms. I didn't want to start a fight but he sure as hell isn't making this any easier. "What's going on with you?"

"Nothing, Beau." Harry groans, growing annoyed. "You know I don't do well in overwhelming situations. Things slip my mind and I try not to panic. It's nothing." Just as Georgia was coming back inside, Harry turns to me. "You can stay if you'd like." I look to him in disbelief.

"It's freezing and I'm pretty sure it's starting to snow." Georgia laughs lightly. "Are we ready?"

"Yes." I give her a smile, looking towards Harry to let him know I wasn't backing down. Whatever's going on with him, I intend to find out.

"Good, let's go." Harry adds.

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Abbey Cowen as Georgia

Cindy Kimberly as Liv

Richard Deiss as Corey