Her breaths were deep, quick. Pleasure built between her legs as soft moans escaped her mouth. Someone's tongue was on her most intimate area, working in rhythmic circles, flicks causing her to arch her back off of the bed. Her heart was beating fast as she writhed around, trying to feel as much of the person's mouth as possible.

She was looking up at the white ceiling, her hands clutching the knotted bedsheets like her life depended on it. It was coming, her high. She could feel it in her toes, slowly gliding up her legs.

"Faster," she gasped, her hand instinctively reaching down.

Short, soft hair ran between her fingers. She gripped it lightly, needing something to hold as her pleasure increased with every second. Her moans began to get louder, more urgent. A thin layer of sweat coated her body as the person picked up their pace, holding her thighs down for a better angle as their tongue flicked and sucked and circled expertly.

All she could hear was herself. Her moans, the pounding of her heart, her own disjointed breaths. Her ecstasy was building, pooling in her lower stomach.

"I'm—I'm—"

She didn't finish the sentence.

Waves of euphoria crashed over her, again and again. Deep moans escaped her as she gripped the persons hair tightly, needing anything to keep her in the moment. Their actions didn't waver. They kept going, prolonging the ecstasy she was riding.

She could feel the pulsing of herself as she gasped for breath, coming down from her high. Her eyes blinked in the sunny room as her fingers loosened. Their actions began to slow with her, letting her enjoy every single feeling.

Finding her breath, her eyes closed for a moment as she took in the overwhelming pleasure she'd just experienced. The person licked one long line down her, as if they were savouring every last drop before disconnecting.

Blinking her eyes open, she looked down to the head that had been between her legs. A pair of green eyes met her, burning a path straight to her soul. His tongue darted out to lick his lips, a small smirk playing on them.

"Harry?" she asked, shocked to see his naked body situated between her, his face staring up at her.

"Yes baby?"

Wednesday took a deep breath, her eyes opening. She could feel the sweat dampening her hair and neck as she adjusted to the airy room, fast breathes leaving her.

She was painfully aware of the feeling between her legs, her heart pumping faster than normal. Sitting up, her fingers clutched the bed sheets, and she felt an awfully ironic sense of déjà vu.

Fuck.

As if she wasn't being tortured enough. 26 years old and having wet dreams. Christ.

She leaned over to the bedside table, grabbing her phone as she debated what to do about the current feeling down there. That was until she realised it was already 11 in the morning, making her scramble from her bed quickly. Her mum would be arriving at Kings Cross in an hour and she'd promised to pick her up.

Taking a cold shower, literally and figuratively, she quickly chucked on some joggers and a hoodie, tying her wet hair up. She walked out to the car, hopping inside and turning on the radio.

Harry's smooth voice floated through the air as the sound of Falling played out. Her fingers immediately found the off button.

Not today Satan.

20 minutes later she pulled up on the double yellows, seeing businesspeople and tourists spilling out of the station. Checking her phone, she realised her mum's train would be pulling in at any moment now.

Sure enough, 5 minutes later, her eyes landed on her mum exiting the station, pulling her suitcase behind her. Getting out of the car, she paced over to her with a smile.

"Hi mum," she said, leaning down and going straight in for a hug.

"Oh love, I've missed you," she said, smiling warmly into her neck.

They held each other for a while, both of them needing the comfort. The last time she'd seen her mum was when she'd returned home for nanna's funeral. It had hardly been a fun trip.

"So, was the trip down here alright?" Wednesday asked, starting to drag the case along to her car.

"Well, there were a few snobby businessmen opposite me who kept giving me evils every time I took a bite of my sandwich. But other than that, it was alright. I'm excited for the change in scenery, I haven't been down here at all in the past year. In fact, I've barely gone anywhere."

For some reason, Wednesday always felt guilty that she lived in London whilst her mum lived alone back in Holmes Chapel. She knew it could hardly be helped—her entire career was here. But it didn't make the pain of knowing she was alone any less.

"Well, you're here now. And we're gonna have fun," Wednesday smiled.

An hour later, after they'd arrived back at Wednesday's and her mum had put her clothes away in the guest bedroom, they decided to take a walk out for some fresh air, strolling through Primrose Hill and grabbing hot drinks.

"It's a shame, you know, that you won't be on tour with Harry this time around," her mum sighed, blowing on her cup of tea.

Wednesday rolled her eyes. "I know, but it's not like it's for nothing. I needed the break mum, I really did."

"I know love," she replied with a sad smile. "How's therapy going anyway? You never tell me anything about it."

"I don't tell anyone about it," Wednesday said with a small nervous laugh, fingers circling the top of her cup.

"What, not even Harry?"

"Nope," she said, forcing a smile. If she told Harry about half the stuff she'd already learnt in therapy, not only about him but about herself, she was sure he'd run a mile.

"Blimey. That's a surprise. You usually tell each other everything."

Wednesday looked down to her docs as they walked, biting her lip. If only her mother knew.

"Speaking of Harry, will I get to see him this week?" her mum asked.

Just the thought of seeing Harry again after how their last interaction had ended made her feel nervous to no end. They'd messaged a few times over the past few days, light and cheery, skirting over what had happened. Or didn't happen.

At this point, Wednesday wasn't even sure if it had been real. Maybe it was the inner workings of her brain, imagining her ideal scenario, hoping it was true and making something out of nothing. Either way, it felt awkward. And in a few days, they'd be on an entire trip together, just the two of them.

Somehow, she had a feeling it wasn't going to bode well for her.

"I don't know," she replied, clearing her throat. "He's been in rehearsals a lot lately for tour."

Her mum sighed sadly, making a growing guilt spread throughout her.

The next day, they spent their free time exploring London and doing all the touristy things Wednesday knew her mum loved to do. They visited Buckingham palace, walked around Kew gardens and even went for a ride on the London Eye.

On the night-time, Wednesday crept downstairs at 2 in the morning after hearing her mum's gentle snores coming from the guest room. Armed with a load of balloons and banners, she got to work, setting everything up in the living room perfectly.

The next morning, she woke her mum with a bacon sandwich and a cup of tea. She led her downstairs to the living room, feeling her heart swell as her mum's mouth parted in shock at the abundance of 'Happy Birthday Mum' banners and multi-coloured balloons tacked to the walls. In the corner of the room, sat her small pile of presents, all from Wednesday.

Wednesday watched with a grin as she opened each one, more excited than the last.

There was one present left after she'd opened the candle set, bag, luxury skincare set and cookbooks.

Her mum pulled open the envelope gently, pulling out whatever was inside. After reading the fine print for a few seconds, her eyes widened, and she looked over to her daughter.

"We're going to see Mamma Mia today?!" she asked excitedly.

"Yep! We're going to the matinee performance at 3," Wednesday grinned.

She'd booked the tickets last week, seeing that two seats were left in the Royal Circle. Her mum was a big Abba fan, but then who wasn't? Wednesday wanted to give her a birthday to enjoy, one that hopefully wouldn't be as tainted by the lack of presence from two people they both missed.

"I've never seen it before, I can't wait. Oh, come here Nessie, thank you!"

Her mum pulled her into a tight hug, kissing her cheek with a wet kiss that made her squish her face. But it was okay, because her smile was also too big to care.

"We're also going for food at a fancy restaurant after," Wednesday added with raised brows. "Michelin star stuff, so get your best clothes on."

"Gosh, I'm excited now!" she replied, putting the letter down gently as if she didn't want to damage it in any way, before standing up.

As her mum wandered into the kitchen to make them each a cup of tea, Wednesday's phone began to buzz. She looked down to it, swallowing nervously as she accepted the call and brought it to her ear.

"Hi," she said, in a voice that sounded almost strangled.

Idiot.

"Hi," Harry breathed out, his tone holding a hint of surprise. Almost as if he'd expected her not to answer.

Well, she had considered it.

"Are...you okay?" she asked when he didn't say anything further, an instinctive rush of anxiety coating her.

"Oh, yeah, yeah. I'm fine. I—I was just calling about the plans for tonight. Wanted to make sure I knew what time to be there exactly and all that."

He cleared his throat and Wednesday nodded as if he could see her. "Yeah. Yep. That's fine. Well, the show will finish around 6ish, and then we'll be getting a taxi to the restaurant, so I reckon about quarter past to half past 6? If that's okay with you." She sat up straighter. "If you can't make it because of work, it's totally fine. I understand."

"No, no," he replied quickly. "I can make it definitely."

Wednesday was scared. Scared to see him again. It was all she ever seemed to feel lately. But she forced a smile to the empty room, forgetting he couldn't see her nodding down the phone.

"Cool. Right, well I guess I'll see you later?"

"Yeah, sounds good. See you later."

The call ended and Wednesday grabbed one of the cushions from the sofa, placing it over her face and screaming into it to rid some of the tension overwhelming her body.

It was the best form of stress relief.

"Oh my, everything alright love?" her mum asked from the doorway, making Wednesday look up to her in embarrassment with a flush on her cheeks. She threw the pillow back quickly, laughing nervously as her mum passed her the mug.

"Yeah, just...life being annoying," she smiled tightly, running her hand through her hair.

Her mum opened her mouth to ask further, but she seemingly took the hint that Wednesday would much rather not discuss it. So, they played some music instead, and chatted about much lighter topics.

At half 2, they got out of the taxi outside the Novello theatre, her mum looking up at it in awe. They'd both made an effort with their outfits for the occasion today. Her mum had gone for the classic jeans and a nice top combination, whilst Wednesday had opted for a long jewel green silk cami dress, paired with a leather jacket and her trusty docs.

It wasn't often she wore a dress in London, so she was trying to make the most of it while she could.

Once they got their drinks and found their seats, they sat down as the show began. Instantly, Wednesday's worries about what was coming after it melted away as a chorus of Abba songs were performed right in front of them. She watched her mum subtly, unable to not smile as she sang along to Mamma Mia as well as she could.

After nearly three hours, the show ended to a chorus of cheers and claps. They spilled out of the theatre, grabbing a taxi and gushing over how amazing it had been.

"That was so incredible! I can't believe it. Nessie, we're going to have come again next time I'm down here," her mum said.

"Definitely," she agreed, taking her phone out when she felt a buzz.

It was a text from Harry.

It was funny, the instant effect he could have on her body. Just seeing his name was enough to make her feel weak at the knees as a sudden strike of pure nervous energy travelled through her body.

Oh god, her hands were going clammy. Again.

After 10 minutes or so of battling the central London traffic, they arrived at one of the skyscrapers in the financial district. Wednesday looked up apprehensively, knowing what awaited her.

"Ready?" her mum asked cheerfully by her side.

Wednesday forced a smile, interlocking her arm with her mum's. "Ready."

They entered and found the lifts, pressing the button for the correct floor. She watched with growing anxiety as the numbers got higher, until a small ping sounded out, signalling they'd reached their destination.

Walking around the corner arm in arm, they saw the entrance to the restaurant. She could already hear the waterfalls at the booking desk, and as they entered, blue tinged mood lighting encompassed the entire space. Some type of classical music was drifting through the speakers as Wednesday smiled at the host.

"Hi, I have a table booked under Green." She leant forward, so that her mum was out of earshot. "There should already be a member of the party seated."

The red lipped woman smiled back at her, nodding. "Yes. I'll show you to your table now. If you'll follow me right this way."

She walked around the desk, directing them down a short corridor as the noise of people talking and plates clinking got louder, until finally they rounded a corner and the large room came into view. In the middle was a square, 360 bar, with suspended drink shelves and stools surrounding it. To the far right, the window through to the kitchen could be seen. The view of the entire city could be seen too, a large wide window stretching around the entire area. And positioned on the floor were various tables full of people all around.

The mood lighting made it harder to see, to differentiate people's faces. But once the host started walking towards a table situated right next to the window in a more secluded spot, her eyes zoned in on him.

He was wearing a suit, a casual loose-fitting pinstriped one with a t-shirt underneath. From where she walked, she could already see the white trainers on his feet, stained and dirty. God, she wished he'd chuck them away and buy a new pair already. But he looked good. More than good. Wednesday tried to push away the thought that the last time she'd seen that face had been in a particular dream of hers. One that had provided her with a good deal of pleasure within it.

"Harry!" her mum suddenly cried out in joy upon spotting him.

His head turned to where they were approaching, and a genuine grin grew on his as he stood up and pushed the chair from under him.

"Couldn't miss your birthday, now could I?" he said, stepping forward and closing the gap between them as he bent down and encompassed her in a tight hug. "Happy birthday Jane."

Wednesday watched the interaction with a warm feeling in her chest. The sort of feeling you get when you see guys play with puppies or be good with babies. Was he trying to make her fall completely?

"Wednesday, you didn't tell me my adopted son was going to be here!" her mum said as she broke the hug, keeping her arm around his middle as she looked back at her daughter.

Wednesday fidgeted on the spot, forcing a smile as she felt Harry's eyes fall on her. Her gaze flicked to him nervously before going back to her mum.

"I wanted to surprise you," she replied softly.

"And what a lovely surprise this is," her mum beamed, looking back up at Harry and patting his arm.

"Gem says she'd have loved to have been here too, but she's travelling at the minute for work. So, she sends you her love instead," Harry explained, as Wednesday watched them both talk like she was a fidgety kid who didn't want to be there.

"Oh, tell her that's alright. I'm just glad you're here, I was hoping I'd see you while I'm down here."

"Should we get seated?" Wednesday asked, inhaling as she plastered on the best grin she could muster.

Both looked to her and agreed. Moving back towards his seat on the outside of the table as her mum took the seat opposite, she swallowed as she realised the only two seats were against the glass. Right next to the edge. A different kind of fear invaded her, the type that sent her into a blind panic.

She hovered for a moment, looking down at the clear drop over the edge. Yes, she was fully aware of the thick window that separated her from it, but it didn't make the view any less daunting. As her shaky fingers found the back of the seat, her eyes scanned the area, making sure there were no cracks or any weak spots where she could plummet to her death and be impaled on the gate below.

"Here," Harry said beside her, and she looked to him to see he'd already stood up, pulling the chair out for her. "You can sit here, and I'll sit next to the window."

She looked at him cautiously and then down to his seat, one she'd much rather prefer. He was smiling encouragingly, and it wasn't lost on her how quickly he'd remembered her phobia.

"Are you sure?" she asked quietly.

"Mhm," he hummed, his smile growing.

Before she could register it, her hand reached up and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Thank you."

She slipped into the seat, pulling herself in as he did the same with the other chair.

As her mum and Harry caught up, small talking over a variety of topics, Wednesday eyed the menu. The alcohol section mostly. Once they'd ordered and a cocktail strong enough to relieve some of the tension had been delivered to her, she felt less rigid, less aware of how close in proximity they were. If she were to move her arm even an inch to the left, she'd make contact with him.

"It's a shame isn't it, that this will be the first time in however long you two won't be on tour together?" her mum said, a sad smile on her face.

Harry shifted beside her, and she remained silent, not feeling very much like talking.

"I mean, yeah, of course it's going to be different and I'm gonna miss Wednesday loads." She felt his eyes flick to her as she sipped the cocktail, a heat rising in her cheeks. "But I think she deserves this break. I'm sure when she's ready, she'll be back."

Wednesday's eyes found his, shooting him a small thankful smile, until her mum's voice echoed out again, breaking the contact.

"I know, I know. Well, I'm sure you'll enjoy watching the shows as opposed to being in them, won't you Nessie?"

Wednesday forced a smile as her answer, nodding.

"Anyway, do you two have any plans for what you're going to do in Malibu? I just want my girl to have a fun day. Even if I'll have to settle for a facetime call instead of seeing her."

"Mum, it's only my birthday. I'll have plenty more for you to enjoy with me in the future," Wednesday replied softly, trying her best to be comforting.

"I promise I'll try and give her the best birthday I can," Harry answered, looking over at her with a small smile.