The evening sunshine beat down on Wednesday's shoulders as she felt the beads of sweat falling down her face. She could feel the hair stuck to the back of her neck as she struggled to place one foot in front of the other, her chest heaving with every breath.

"Time...for...a break" she panted, stopping and holding onto the rock next to her.

She turned and stood against it, taking a sip from her water bottle as the sun slowly fell in the sky.

"We're nearly there" Harry encouraged, coming back down a few steps to stand in front of her.

She looked up at him with one eye closed and the other eye squinted, disgusted that he'd barely broken a sweat the whole time they'd been hiking. Harry had called her 3 hours earlier, begging her to hike with him and despite her lack of hiking experience, she'd easily agreed. Something she regretted now.

"Alright for you to say, you hike all the time" she grumbled, wiping the sweat off her forehead with her arm.

"You're so dramatic" he replied, rolling his eyes as he pulled her up by both arms. "Look, we'll go a bit slower for the last bit."

With a short sigh, she started walking again, Harry falling into step beside her.

Since the SNL show the week previously, they'd been in LA. Harry had come specifically to film for the Late Late Show and though Wednesday hadn't been needed for any work, Harry had asked her to join him for the week he was there. Despite her indifference to LA, specifically the culture there, she'd agreed quickly and so they'd spent the past week going for food, driving around and relaxing.

After 20 more minutes, they'd come to the last part of the hike and coincidentally also the steepest. Harry held out his hand for Wednesday which she took gratefully, stepping up to where he stood before collapsing in relief.

"We did it" she smiled, hazy from the hike.

"Yeah we did" he smiled, before taking a puff of his inhaler.

When Wednesday's breathing had started to return to normal, she sat up and looked out over the LA basin, the lowering sun painting the sky in deep shades of pink, purple and orange. Harry sat beside her, both of them staring in awe silently.

"I love sunsets" Wednesday exclaimed softly, taking in all the beautiful colours before her. "They make me feel happy."

She could feel Harry's head turn towards her as he gazed at her, though she didn't move.

"I know you do."

It was incredible to Wednesday how something as simple as the sunset could make Wednesday's problems feel so insignificant and far away. They reminded her that nothing lasts forever—times change, problems fade and both happiness and sorrow were only fleeting.

"What's the best sunset you've ever seen?" Wednesday asked, intrigued.

Harry looked up, biting his lip as he thought over the question.

"Probably Hawaii. A few of us sat on the beach one night as the sun set and we played this really calming music behind us. I got a bit emotional at how pretty it was" he smiled, breathing out a small laugh.

Wednesday smiled too, picturing the scene. "I bet it was beautiful."

"What about you?" Harry responded. "Where's been the best sunset you've ever seen?"

"Switzerland" Wednesday answered without hesitation.

"Switzerland?" Harry repeated, surprised at the choice and his raised eyebrows relayed to Wednesday that he wanted to hear more.

"Remember when me and Zara went backpacking through Europe a few years ago? Well, we visited Zermatt in Switzerland and spent a whole day exploring around the Matterhorn mountain. We sat next to this little lake and watched as the sun began to set and reflected onto the snow on the peak of the mountain, making it look pink. So, the whole sky was pink and so was the mountain top and it was just like something out of a movie. It was so peaceful."

She turned and smiled at Harry, noticing that he was looking at her thoughtfully.

"I wish I could have been there to see it with you" he said after a moment, looking back to the sky.

Wednesday looked at his small smile, seeing how his curls peeked out from under his baseball cap.

"One day you will."

He caught her gaze and they smiled peacefully at each other, before turning back to watch the rest of the sunset in silence.

By the time they'd got back to the house in the hills they were staying at for a week, belonging to a friend of Harry's who was out of town, it was late in the night and they were both too tired to attempt to stay up. They bid goodnight, going to their respective rooms and taking a quick shower before falling into bed.

Wednesday awoke to the sound of the piano being played, albeit a little clunkily. Padding out of her room with a yawn, she saw Harry sat on the stool, leant over the keys as he played them slowly. She didn't recognise the song; he seemed to be trying to piece together a melody. She watched him for a few more minutes, trying and trying again to get the perfect sound, until she slowly walked over to where he sat facing away from her.

"You know you're gonna have a permanent bad back with posture like that" she said, making Harry jump slightly as he looked towards her with shock.

"I didn't hear you" he replied, looking back down to the keys. Wednesday noted he'd sat up straighter.

"What time did you wake up?" Wednesday asked, seeing that it was half 9 in the morning.

"7" Harry replied, his tongue poking out between his lips as he continued to play, his eyebrows drawn together.

"Do you want a coffee?" she asked, sensing that he was too concentrated on figuring out the melody he wanted to pay full attention to her.

"Please" he replied, shooting her a quick smile.

Walking to the kitchen, she filled the kettle and brought it to a boil on the stove, grumbling under her breath at the lack of efficiency at American kettles compared to the British electric ones. She put some toast in while she was waiting for it to boil and after a few minutes, she'd made the coffees and buttered the toast, carefully balancing the crockery as she walked back out.

"Here you go" she said, planting the mug down onto the piano top gently.

She placed her own mug and plate down a bit further, leaning on the piano and watching him.

"What are you trying to do?" she asked with a bite of toast in her mouth after a few more minutes of observation, wiping away the butter from the corner of her lips.

"I'm not sure" he replied, sitting back and biting his cheek as he looked at the keys intently.

"Did you have something in mind?" she pushed, finishing off one piece of toast.

"I had a dream where I was playing a new song on piano and I woke up and tried to recreate it, but I can't get it right..." he replied with a sigh, leaning over and stealing the last piece of toast.

"Were there lyrics in this song? Do you remember?"

"Vaguely. It's all a bit hazy now" he shook his head, taking large bites of the toast.

"Do you remember what it was about?" Wednesday asked, intrigued as she leaned on the piano.

Harry chewed the toast, swallowing as he looked down to the keys again. "It was about the future."

"Really? In what way?"

"It's...it's hard to explain. It was kind of about not worrying about the future because...because I had everything I already needed. Like I knew everything was going to work out alright. I don't know if that makes sense."

"No, it does" Wednesday smiled, liking the theme of the song. It was refreshing. "You should keep working at it."

Harry smiled up to her, finishing off the toast before sitting back and stretching, his The Who t-shirt riding up to show off his laurel tattoos as he raised his arms.

"What are you doing today?" he asked through a yawn, taking a drink from the mug.

"Don't know really" she replied honestly. "I was thinking of maybe visiting The Broad? And then going for food after."

"Is that the museum with the mirrored room?" he asked curiously, and she nodded excitedly.

"They've got an exhibition on at the minute that's about how poetry and dreams mix. Actually, that might be right up your street after your dream last night, if you want to come with?"

Harry grinned, looking to the clock. "Sounds good. Everyone is coming over at 7 and I'm free all day till then."

"Cool, shall we get ready for half 10 then?" Wednesday asked, standing up as Harry did the same.

Harry nodded and they both walked back to their rooms. Just over 30 minutes later, they were both out and ready. Wednesday had opted for long black flared trousers and her favourite oversized Wu-Tang Clan t-shirt, paired with white trainers. She'd slicked her hair back into a low bun and accessorised with hoops and her black sunglasses and put on enough makeup to hide her acne scars and undereye circles. Harry had laughed when he'd seen her outfit choice, looking down to his own corduroy flares, oversized t-shirt and trainers.

"Are we just carbon copies of each other these days?" he asked with a smile and she laughed.

"Nearly. You just need to stick on some lip gloss and hoops and you're there."

They left the house and got into Harry's vintage Mercedes, the weather just perfect for the 30 minute drive from Calabasas to downtown LA. As Harry pulled away and onto the road, the wind started to whir between them, and Wednesday was grateful she'd put her hair up.

"Choose some music" Harry called from his seat; his eyes were hidden behind his tortoiseshell sunglasses as his short hair flew gently around his face.

Plugging her phone into the AUX cord, she scrolled through Spotify, knowing what vibe to go for today. The steel drums of Summertime Magic by Childish Gambino sounded out and Harry smiled approvingly.

"Good choice."

They cruised along, listening to songs from SZA, Frank Ocean, Tyler The Creator, Rex Orange County and Solange in peaceful quiet, with only the occasional question breaking up the lone sound of the music and the wind. Wednesday grinned as she watched Harry singing along quietly to some of the songs, knowing he'd grown to enjoy them just as much as her these days.

She let her eyes close behind her glasses as her hand leant on the side of the car, the wind flowing through her fingers. It was the simple moments like these that she enjoyed the most; that made her feel alive. Her body and mind felt free from anxiety and the stresses that her life back in London brought.

Reaching into her tote bag, she pulled out her polaroid camera, turning to Harry as she brought it up to her eye.

"What are you doing?" Harry laughed, spotting the camera in her hands and when his smile was the widest, she pressed the capture button.

"You look very cool right now. I wanted to document it" she smiled, taking the photo that had printed and waiting for the image to appear.

Harry just looked back to the road, one hand rested on the wheel as the other was brought up to his face, his fingers pulling on his lips as a small grin hid behind it.

She looked at the photo as it appeared; the wind was making his hair shoot off in different directions and his eyes were hidden behind his glasses. But his smile was toothy and wide; it was easy to tell he was mid laugh. He looked so young, so full of life. Quietly, she placed the photo into her purse, making sure to not lose it.

They arrived at the museum and parked up, getting their free admission and entering into the virtual queue for the infinity rooms. Thankfully, the museum didn't seem too busy, meaning no threat of Harry being overwhelmed by fans.

Walking into the first section of the museum, they looked at the various photo installations, reading the plaques below explaining the process behind. Moving to another section, they looked at more prints and sculptures, taking their time to take it all in. Moving on, they came to the dreams and poetry exhibit, Harry taking a keen interest and looking at each piece with deep curiosity. He stood how he always did when he was in thought; with one arm bent across his stomach and the other rested on his face, playing with his lips. Wednesday peeked over at him every so often, seeing him enthralled every time.

After they'd looked at and read each piece, they moved to a more open, colourful section of the museum, a part that Wednesday was especially excited to look at. They stood and analysed the Jean-Michael Basquiat's side by side with matching admiration, before moving onto Roy Lichtenstein, a particular favourite of Wednesday's. Walking around the room, they also looked at the Andy Warhol, Keith Haring and Glenn Ligon pieces, before being alerted it was their time slot for the infinity room.

Stepping inside of the small room felt like stepping into an alternate universe. As the door was shut behind them, they were immersed in the never-ending darkness and lightness, looking at every corner with awe.

"This is incredible" Wednesday stated, her jaw open in wonder.

"Mhm" Harry hummed, as he also took in the whole room.

Fishing her camera out of her bag once again, she adjusted the settings before bringing the camera up to her eye and taking a photo of their multiplied reflections in the mirror, Harry standing behind her with his fingers up in a peace pose. She took a few, all during different light settings to get various outcomes.

"I feel like I'm in space" she beamed, looking back to Harry's illuminated face as he looked up to the mirrored ceiling.

"It's trippy but I love it" he grinned.

Before they knew it, their time was up, and the door was opened once again for them to leave and the next people in.

As they finished looking around, they exited the museum back to the car and pondered on where to grab a late lunch. Deciding on Urth Caffe on Melrose, they set off once again, getting stuck in the inevitable downtown traffic before arriving 30 minutes later.

Choosing a small table towards the back of the café, they ordered their fruit juices and lunches with the slightly starstruck waitress, Wednesday smiling patiently as they got a photo together.

"So" Harry started once the waitress had gone back to the counter. "What have you got me for Christmas?"

Wednesday rolled her eyes as Harry grinned. "It's not even December yet, you weirdo."

"And? I've had all my Christmas shopping done for weeks."

"Yeah, because you're weird" she affirmed, shaking her head. 'Wait, if you've already done it all, then shouldn't it be me asking you what you've got me?"

"Not telling" Harry shrugged, taking a drink from his juice.

"I hope it's some socks" Wednesday stated, biting her lip. "I always run out of socks."

"I mean, it's not, but I can always add some socks to it as well" Harry laughed.

Wednesday truthfully couldn't remember a time before this year where they'd spent as much time together as they had in the past few months. At least, not since the days of One Direction. There'd just always been a reason they were busy these past few years; either they were simultaneously dating someone and giving all their time to the relationship, or they were hanging out with different friends or travelling in different places. Despite working together, they'd started to hang out more and more infrequently outside of work as the years had rolled on and though they'd still remained close, she'd sometimes started to feel like a spectator in his life, as opposed to an actual participant. The events of the past 18 months had almost forced them back to each other; it was the only positive from that whole period she could find.

Once they'd headed back to the house and separated for a few hours (Wednesday had accidentally taken a 2-hour long nap and woken up confused and thirsty before showering), it was time for the few people Harry was having over to arrive. A few industry people Wednesday had met once or twice, the Azoffs and a handful of others arrived. Sitting on the sofa, she chatted to Glenne, Jeffrey's girlfriend, whilst the boys stayed in the kitchen.

When the food they'd ordered came and they were a few glasses deep into the wine, they sat around the dining room table, discussing the upcoming album and tour. However, the conversation focus soon starting shifting to more personal subjects.

"Harry tells me you and the old boyfriend broke up for good, Wednesday" Jeffrey directed at her and she looked up, slightly surprised the topic had been brought up.

"Oh...yeah" she replied, forcing a smile as Harry looked at her apologetically from across the table.

"Oh no, really?" Glenne quietly said next to Wednesday, rubbing her arm.

"Yeah. It's fine, though. I'm fine" she nodded, taking a large gulp of red wine. Her cheeks were starting to feel heated.

"So, are you on the lookout for a nice, new guy or are you not bothered?" Jeffrey asked and Glenne clicked her tongue.

"Jeff, leave the poor girl alone! I swear" she drawled in her American accent, whispering an apology to Wednesday who laughed uncomfortably.

"It's fine. Um, no...I don't think I'll be dating anyone else for a long time" she replied, Jeff laughing at her response.

"You do right" Jeff nodded, raising his glass. "Us men are a hassle, aren't we?"

He directed the end part of the sentence to Harry who'd been looking at his plate dazedly. Looking back to Jeffrey and then Wednesday, he nodded with a faint smile before taking a drink of his wine.

"And what about you Harry?" Glenne asked, Harry placing his glass down as he looked at her. "Still not found the one yet?"

He smiled tightly, shaking his head slowly. "Still looking."

Wednesday bit her lip at their joint questioning, feeling her cheerful mood dampened as she looked at Harry from under her lashes. Why did everything always seemingly have to be about relationships? Why couldn't they just be single in peace? It hadn't even been a month since Wednesday and Patrick's final meeting and Harry...well Harry had clearly still not found who or what he was looking for.

As the casual gathering wore on and the group eventually moved back into the living area, Wednesday took her chance to sneak back to her bedroom unnoticed, closing the door quietly behind her. Sometimes, she needed a breather and couldn't be bothered to explain that to various people all at once. Lying on her bed, she closed her eyes, her limbs feeling heavy from the wine.

Not even ten minutes later, a soft knock on her door sounded out and she groaned quietly, standing up to see who it was. She opened it to Harry's face, surprised to see him there.

"Oh, hi" she said, seeing that it was just him.

"Are you okay?" he asked, wearing a slightly worried expression.

"Yeah, I'm—I'm fine. Sorry for disappearing, I was just a bit tired."

"Oh, okay" he nodded. "I just wasn't sure if the conversation during dinner had...upset you, or anything."

"No, it's fine. I'm used to Jeff's questioning by now" she smiled tiredly as he nodded, smiling back at her. "Can you do me a favour?"