True to his word, Harry's car appeared outside the front garden at five o'clock and though she had no clue where he was taking them, Wednesday was still excited for the change of scenery.

"Look in the glovebox," Harry said once she'd hopped in the car and they'd driven out of Holmes Chapel, onto the motorway.

Looking down to the compartment in front of her, Wednesday clicked it open and as it popped down, she saw the same brown wrapping paper and gold bow that had been used on the present he'd given her before. She quickly realised this must have been the other present he'd mentioned earlier.

"For me?" she asked, despite pretty much already knowing the answer.

"Mhm," he hummed in response, grinning lightly at her.

Carefully starting to tear the sides, her excited confusion at what else he'd gotten her grew. That was, until multiple pairs of socks of all styles, colours and patterns fell out onto her lap.

"Socks!" she whipped her head round to Harry with a wide smile, the conversation they'd had months ago in LA brought back to her.

"Socks," he repeated, happy to see that she'd obviously remembered her request.

"I love them, thank you," she said, looking down to the different pairs with an excited gaze.

She noticed the various patterns – one pair had drums on it, another had spots and stripes. But the pair that really stood out to her, were the ones with his face dotted over them.

"You absolute narcissist," she laughed, holding them up to his amused expression.

"What? Me? Never," he replied sarcastically and Wednesday rolled her eyes, but her grin betrayed her own amusement.

Around 20 minutes later, Harry turned off the motorway onto a dark country lane. Wednesday could only see as far as the road that was illuminated by the lights and she failed to make out anything other than tall trees lining the road on either side. But after a few more minutes of nothingness, the sudden luminosity from the field on their right that was revealed to them once the shrubbery ended made a light go off inside her head.

"Are we..." she started, straining her eyes to see if she was looking at what she thought she was. "Are we going to the fair? The one we used to go when we were kids?"

Harry didn't say anything but chose instead to look at her with a wide grin, his lip caught between his teeth as he watched her own smile grow.

The fair was on the outskirts of Manchester and only came for a few months of the year in winter. It had been a rite of passage as teenagers to visit every year, along with a large group of their old school friends and it had been the scene for so many adolescent kisses, drunken escapades and arguments, it was almost like sacred ground to them now.

As they pulled up closer to the bright lights and sounds of shrieking from people on the rides, Wednesday felt a warm nostalgia grow in her stomach. And as she stepped out of the car and the smell of burgers and fuel from the running machines hit her, she felt like she'd been transported back to a simpler time.

Thankfully for Harry's sake, the fair wasn't too busy with it being a weekday and with his beanie pulled on and large green jacket covering him, he blended into the crowd seamlessly. Plus, the space was so wide open, they were barely near anyone else.

Despite Harry's aversion to rides, Wednesday managed to pull him on one of the rollercoasters, the flying swings and the kamikaze scissors ride and after the waltzers, she was sure his skin had tinged to a slight shade of green.

"Can we," he swallowed, holding onto one of the railings and breathing out slowly. "Can we have a break from the rides for a bit please? I'm begging."

Wednesday laughed at his pale face, noticing the clamminess of his skin and nodded her agreement.

"Come on, let's go get some food and sit down for a bit," she reasoned, pulling him to a darkened space between the food trucks where there was a wooden table and bench and sitting him down.

Ordering them a portion of chips each, she squirted a bit of ketchup over each plate and then planted Harry's down in front of him, noticing that he'd managed to regain some of his colour as she sat herself down opposite him.

"Thank you for bringing me here tonight," Wednesday said gratefully after a few bites of her food, looking out at the bright lights of the fairground. "It's the most fun I've had in...well, I don't actually remember," she laughed sadly.

"I thought it would be nice to just go somewhere different for a change and do something fun. Take your mind off of everything going on," he replied, popping a chip in his mouth.

"Well, it's worked. I've had the best time," she grinned.

"I mean, apart from the intense nausea, I've had fun too," Harry grimaced, slowly chewing the chips as he seemed to still be struggling a bit.

Wednesday chuckled, shaking her head as she looked at him with a confused stare. "You've always hated fairground rides. Why did you bring me here if you knew you'd get sick?!"

He looked up to her quickly, before swallowing his food and letting his eyes fall back down to the table, shrugging.

"Because I knew you'd love it."

Wednesday paused her own chewing, seeing Harry's slightly nervous expression once he'd spoken.

"Can I ask you something?" he asked suddenly a moment later, breaking Wednesday away from focusing on the chips on her plate.

She nodded, swallowing down her food to wait for the question. He seemed on edge as he hesitated, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as he seemed to be finding a way to word what he wanted to say.

"Are you and Patrick...back together?" he asked quietly, not quite able to meet her eyes.

She had to admit, of all the questions she thought were coming her way, that wasn't one of them. Patrick hadn't even been a thought in her mind since their last interaction. These days, he was someone she was glad not to be around anymore, after he showed his true colours. But then she remembered that the argument they'd had at Christmas had been the last time they'd mentioned Patrick, where Harry had accused her of getting back with him. And though that wasn't true, she hadn't told him about her one night of weakness either yet.

"No," she shook her head. "We're not back together and we never were."

Harry nodded as he looked down to the table, his brows knitted together as he processed her words. Feeling nerves build in her stomach as she knew she had to tell him the truth now that they were being completely honest with each other, she breathed out slowly.

"But there was one night," she added, her hands instinctively picking at her fingertips under the table as she talked. "Where I was sad and confused and I...I ended up going over to his."

Wednesday didn't need to explain further for Harry to understand and she sat silently, waiting for him to say something as he processed what she'd said in his own time.

"When did you...um..." he started, looking up to her with a tight expression before shaking his head. "Actually, that's not my business to ask."

"It was the same day that I...found out. About you and Daisy," she answered, knowing what he was asking.

Despite how painfully awkward this conversation was, she knew it was better for it to be out in the open now, rather than to let it simmer to a head like last time again.

Harry sighed slightly, his fingers playing with his lower lip as he nodded with a troubled expression.

"But nothing else has happened since?" he continued quietly, almost scared to ask the question.

Wednesday fervently shook her head.

"No. But he did have some choice words for me after he realised it was just sex and nothing more. Even came over to say them to my face."

Harry's face tightened as his eyes darted up to hers. His lips were set in a tight line as his brows knitted together.

"What did he say?"

Thinking back to the extremely pleasant final chats she had with Patrick, she bit her lip trying to recall exactly what he'd said to her.

"I think he said something along the lines of that I was nasty, selfish and desperate. Oh, and that I was your lap dog and nothing more."

Wednesday chuckled with little humour at recalling what he'd said to her. Meanwhile, Harry's face had changed from the pale white shade it had been before, to one that was slightly seething red. His cheeks especially were flushed as his expression was set tighter than ever.

"Absolute wanker," he muttered, his nostrils flared. "He better hopes he stays to his posh boy end of London, because if I saw the dickhead, I don't think I'd be able to control what I'd say or do. You've always deserved better than him."

Ignoring that last part, Wednesday shook her head. "Harry it's fine. I told him outright what I thought of him anyway, and it seemed to shut him up."

"What did you say?" Harry pressed, seeming intrigued.

"I thanked him for showing me exactly how I didn't want to be treated in a relationship. And then told him to kindly fuck off away from me."

Harry's tight expression quickly grew into one of shocked appreciation and his eyes widened at her, pride painting his features. Wednesday just laughed, shaking her head.

"Most of his argument was just him being paranoid about you anyway and trying to use you as a way to hurt me. Nothing different there."

"What do you mean?" Harry replied, understandably confused.

Wednesday licked her lips, thinking back to their two-year long relationship with a nervous seed in her tummy.

"He's always been jealous of you. And jealous of our friendship. He'd always thought there was something more going on between us than friendship, especially on your end."

Harry listened with knitted brows, pushing his chips away and sticking his hands into his pocket as his gaze lowered.

"I kept telling him he was just being paranoid and that it wasn't true," Wednesday continued, sighing. "But he'd never really believe it. Eventually, he started to hate the fact that I worked with you too and it all just got very...claustrophobic. So, it wasn't a surprise to me when he brought you up the last few times I talked to him. The difference was that I didn't have the energy for him or his paranoia anymore."

Harry nodded, thoughtfully thinking over everything she'd said.

"At Christmas...you said...you said it was my fault that you and he broke up," he said lowly, after a moment of thinking. "Was it something to do with that?"

Wednesday bit her lip, nodding. She knew that the real reason for her and Patrick's breakup was now about to be revealed in its entirety for the first time.

"When we'd started working on the second album and it meant we were back in the studio with each other a lot more, he grew more jealous that I couldn't spend all my time with him anymore. It made it even worse that he knew I was spending it with you. I'd been feeling like the relationship was on its last legs for a while, until one day we had a massive argument."

Breathing out shakily and looking past Harry to the fairground lights, she continued.

"He said he knew there had to be something else going on, that we didn't actually need to spend all that time working together. I tried to tell him that making an album and working in music wasn't really your regular 9-5 job, but he wasn't having it. Said it was your way of making sure I was around you and not him. And then, he told me to choose."

"Choose?" Harry repeated, though he seemed to be quickly gaining an idea of what she meant.

Their eyes connected as Wednesday allowed herself to look back to him.

"Choose between him or you."

Silence encircled them as the situation became clear to Harry, and Wednesday allowed him the time to come to terms with what she'd clearly answered. Because she wouldn't be sat here right now with him at this fair in Manchester, if she'd chosen Patrick. And from the look on his face, she could see that Harry had realised that fact too.

"You chose me," he affirmed, meeting her eyes, seemingly for added confirmation.

Relaying her answer to him in the form a smile, she tucked her hair behind her ear and wistfully looked to the sky.

"The funny thing is, when he asked me, I didn't even need to think about it. Not for one second. I realised then that no matter what I felt for him, I'd still always choose you."

An awkward beat passed where this fact settled between them, neither of them truly sure what to say next with that information now out in the open.

"I'm sorry," Harry said quietly, after a pause.

Her brows knitted together in confusion, not sure what he was apologising for.

"For what?"

"I'm sorry that you were put in that position," he answered, shifting slightly. "It's wasn't fair for him to do that to you. And I'm sorry, for whatever part I played in it ending...I feel responsible, in a way."

"Harry, you don't need to apologise. You did nothing wrong. At Christmas, when I said it was your fault, I was just angry and it came out, but I didn't mean it. And anyway, once he asked me that question, I knew it was over. I couldn't ever be with someone who put me in that position."

Looking to her face to see if she truly meant what she was saying, Harry eventually accepted her honesty and nodded, relieving himself of the guilt he'd felt.

"Whilst we're on the topic of laying everything out in the open, I—uh..." he began, biting his inner cheek and avoiding Wednesday's gaze. "I talked to Daisy and we agreed that it would be best if she...moved on from the job."

She blinked in shock, not expecting it. "Oh. How did the, uh...the talk go?"

He smiled tightly, his nostrils flaring slightly. "Not great, I won't lie. But to be honest, it was never going to be easy. I didn't...I didn't really treat her that nicely in the end I guess, so I probably deserved the earful she gave me."

Wednesday raised her eyebrows, an amused smile growing on her lips. "I think that's what they call karmic retribution?"

Harry breathed out a laugh, rubbing his neck. "Yeah, well it certainly got me this time. I did say I'd give her six-month wages in advance though and a glowing reference. Somehow that also didn't go down well."

"Oh, I wonder why?" Wednesday replied, looking at him with an unbelieving expression.

Sometimes, boys were clueless.

"Anyway," Harry began. "I need to start looking for a new pianist. Again."

Wednesday clicked her tongue, an amused expression on her face. "Good luck with that. When you find one, maybe don't sleep with them this time?"

Harry narrowed his eyes. "Ha ha. You're hilarious." He finished the last of his chips and looked over to the various games stands in the distance. "Come on, let's go play some games."

"Gladly," Wednesday replied.

Despite Harry's best efforts, he didn't quite clinch victory on any of the fair games he tried. Whether it was the hook a duck stand, or the basketball net game, he always seemed to be on the cusp of victory before being defeated. Wednesday on the other hand was a pro at stupid games like these, and on the first go at the water cannon game, she won a prize. Maybe it was her competitive edge that then motivated her to win 2 further games, all whilst Harry looked on in annoyance.

"Here," Wednesday said, handing over the large inflatable banana prize she'd won from the bottle ring stand to Harry. "You can have this as a consolation prize."

"You're too kind," he replied sarcastically, still grabbing the banana and holding it under his armpit.

She grinned amusedly at his clear jealousy of her winning more games than him, doing everything in her power not to brag about it and rub salt into the wound.

Before leaving, Wednesday saw the bright lights of the flying swings. She looked over to Harry eagerly, smiling at him suggestively.

"Can we?" she asked.

He looked up, seemingly unsure about the height. But then, he looked back to her and grinned, nodding.

"Of course."

They didn't need to queue as there were only a handful of others on the ride. They sat opposite to them, Wednesday choosing a seat on the outside row and Harry on the inside, slightly behind her. She looked back, seeing him grip the chain like his life depended on it.

A siren went off and the seats began to rise, the ride slowly starting to rotate. Harry's eyes darted around and Wednesday laughed, kicking her legs out and feeling her hair fanning down her back over her coat.

"You know, for someone who is scared of heights, you enjoy fairground rides a bit too much," he shouted over to her.

"We're strapped in, nothing can happen!" she shouted back, looking back in front of her. "Plus, the height isn't that bad when you get to see all of this."

Looking forward, she felt her adrenaline build at the increase of speed. It was going at a fast, but steady pace and the swings had now reached their maximum height, offering a view over all of the fairground.

Wednesday leant her head against the chains, a smile gracing her lips. The sparkles of the lights were so pretty, so enticing. For a minute, it felt like she was flying through the air, seeing everything around them from a bird's eye view. Yellows and golds and oranges all mixed together, like she was staring through a blurred lense. The wind echoed in her ear and flew through her long hair.

She leant her head to the side, shouting over her shoulder.

"Isn't the view beautiful?"

Everything passed by in a flash of magnificent colour and for the first time in months, she felt like she'd found some semblance of peace from her own life, even if it was for a few minutes.

When Harry didn't reply, she looked over at him, seeing him biting his lip. She raised her eyebrow, waiting for him to reply.

A hint of a smile graced his lips, before he spoke quietly.

"Yeah, it is."

Wednesday smiled back at him gently, before looking back and closing her eyes for the remainder of the time on the ride.

Once they got off and retrieved their items, they mutually agreed it was time to go home and began walking back to the car.

"Thanks for bringing me here. I needed this," she said as they approached the black SUV. She walked over to the passenger door, smiling gratefully over at Harry.

"I'm glad. I just want you to feel better," he replied, holding her eye contact for a second before looking down, ready to open his door.

Just before getting in however, Wednesday looked to Harry with a slightly nervous expression, finally ready to say something she'd been mulling over all night.

"Wait," she said, stopping Harry in his tracks just as he opened the door, looking back up to her.

"What?"

Walking round the car slightly to the front bonnet, Wednesday gnawed on her lip, anxiety rising in chest.