Wednesday sat back into the sofa tiredly, watching the band talk and joke, the faint sound of music playing in the background. The bus was stationary, still waiting for the equipment to be fully dismantled from the Glasgow show and boarded onto the other buses.

After London, she'd ended up tagging along for the other UK nights. Manchester and Glasgow. After all, it was only ever a few hours' drive away from London should she choose to go back and when Harry asked her, she couldn't find it in her to say no.

Moreover, she didn't want to say no.

Mitch and Adam talked loudly about something she was too tired to care about, whilst Sarah talked to the other pianist enthusiastically about the show. The new drummer sat on his phone at the other end of the sofa and Harry was currently taking a shower, leaving her to be sat there alone, almost falling asleep.

She didn't have the adrenaline of the others, that post show high. So as the noise around her seemed to increase, her eyes seemed to find it harder and harder to stay open. It was the jolt of the bus under her, the signal that they were finally on the move back to London that forced her eyes open.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket not long after and she took it out.

Looking around at the others inconspicuously and realising they were too engrossed in their own conversations to care about what she was doing, she stood up and pressed the button to open the door. Walking through, past the bunks and then pressing the button again to the front area of the bus, it opened to reveal Harry sat on the sofa alone.

He looked up at her as she stepped forward, letting the door close behind her. His hair was wet, week old stubble lingering on his face. He was in a hoodie and shorts, much different to the ensemble he'd been wearing mere hours before.

She chose the safest option and sat down opposite him, very much aware that anyone could walk through at any minute. There was being reckless and then there was just being plain stupid.

"You alright?" she asked, sitting down and pulling her legs up beside her, cold under the air conditioning.

"Yeah," he said. "A bit tired. Just wanted us to be alone for a bit."

Wednesday smiled shyly, looking to the front of the bus were the driver was sat in his own little cubicle, playing music and living in a world of his own.

"You were amazing tonight," she said, looking to him with similarly tired eyes. "Though you're amazing every night so it's not surprising."

He smiled softly at her, stretching his legs out and letting them rest on the sofa next to her.

"Thanks. I've started to get a sense of which songs get the crowd going the most."

Wednesday played with the loose thread from her t-shirt. "And?"

"To Be So Lonely is up there as a crowd favourite," he replied, shooting her a proud smile.

Something about that made a warmth spread throughout her body. A song with a chorus she'd penned and help to write had become some people's favourite song. It didn't feel real. How that one fateful run in had led to a song on Harry's album.

"Still can't believe it," she mused quietly, the ghost of a smile on her lips.

"Can't believe what?" he asked, sitting back and crossing his arms.

"That you put a song of mine on your album."

His brows drew in. "Why wouldn't I have? It was—is—a beautiful song."

"I dunno," she said, biting her lip. "I just...I look at how beautifully you and Kid and Mitch write. You make song writing seem easy. I never thought that little chorus I jotted down one day would amount to anything. It still feels like I sort of have imposter syndrome about it I guess."

Harry looked over at her earnestly. "I know you don't write as much as us, but it doesn't mean you're not good at it. Just look at how the crowd reacts to it. They love it, and so do I. So, give yourself some credit."

Wednesday caught his eye, a small grateful smile coming up onto her lips.

It was silent between them, the only sound being that of the music drifting from the driver's seat. And it always seemed to be in those silences that her mind began to work. Reminding her of the things she needed to do. One thing specifically.

The talk. The one they'd successfully avoided so far.

She took a deep breathe, looking over to him.

"We still haven't had the talk yet," she said, more nervously than she'd intended, but she couldn't help it. It was daunting territory for even the bravest of souls.

Harry looked up to her, shifting slightly where he sat. Immediately understanding what she was referencing.

"I know." An anxious pause. "Do you want to have it now?"

She looked to the closed door cautiously, as if she was checking for anyone coming through. And when she was certain there wasn't, she looked back to him and nodded.

There was a flow of anxiety pooling in her stomach now at whatever turn this conversation was going to take. She tried to stay composed, calm. Not let that part of her that so desperately wanted to run control her thoughts and words.

"Okay," he began, almost looking as nervous as her. "Where do you want to start?"

They were both being quiet, partly out of the fear that anyone could hear them, and partly because it was like if they raised their voices any higher, it would jeopardise the entire conversation that was about to take place.

Wednesday tried to gather her thoughts, arranging them into concise sentences that would relay what she wanted to say. Exactly how Sade would have told her to.

Clear and concise.

"Can...can I go first?" she asked, somewhat squeakily.

Harry's brows raised slightly, shocked at her request. Like he'd expected her to want to hear him out first before deciding how she wanted to respond. He nodded, signalling for her to say whatever she needed to.

Looking down to her shaky hands that resided in her lap and making a conscious effort to not pick at her fingers, she began to talk.

"I'm...I'm not someone who needs to be in a labelled relationship. I don't need the titles, especially not this early on in...whatever this is." She looked up to him, swallowing. "But I do need to know if this is going somewhere. To know if you're in this just as much as me. Because if that isn't the case then—"

"I am in this, Wednesday." Harry interjected. His eyes scanned the floor as her searched for the right words. "So deep that I...I can't ever see myself being with anyone other than you."

If her heart hadn't been beating dangerously fast before, it sure was now. She caught his gaze quickly, searching between his eyes and seeing that he meant every word. There was nothing but the truth written on his face. She could have cried in relief.

He wanted her. Only her.

"I don't want to be with anyone other than you either," she replied back, equally as truthfully.

It was like all the tension in the air, looming like a thick smog, had disappeared. The air was clearer, easier to breathe. They smiled at each other for a second, letting the understanding settle between them.

"So, just you and me?" he asked.

As her mouth opened, the door to their right slid open and Adam walked through, smiling down at both of them as he padded over to the kitchen area, turning the kettle on.

"Alright?" he asked them both, a small smile on his face.

Harry took his eyes away from her, looking to him and forcing a smile. "Yep. All good mate."

Wednesday smiled apologetically at him as the sound of the kettle boiling starting, drowning out the silence. Fishing her phone out of her back pocket, she held her bottom lip between her teeth as she began to type out a message.

When it was done, she hit send and pushed the phone back into her pocket, watching as Harry felt the buzzing of his own phone in his pocket.

She waited for his reaction as he unlocked the phone and opened the message. After a second, a slow, joyful smile crossed his face at the three words she'd typed.

It didn't take long for the bus to turn quiet, each of them bidding goodnight and going to their bunks one by one. Sarah had stuck to her promise, making Mitch bunk in with her so Wednesday could have his bed instead of sleeping on the sofas. She'd taken it guiltily but gratefully, promising that she'd get him a coffee when they made their next stop.

The last thing she'd seen before closing her eyes had been Harry, who had the bunk directly opposite. They'd left their curtains open a crack so that even when they weren't in bed together, they could go to sleep facing one another, the last thing they'd see being each other.

It was a miracle she managed to get any sleep at all with the sheer happiness of their last conversation running through her mind. It almost made her giddy, the feeling of knowing he was just as committed to her as she was to him. And what she'd said was true. She didn't need labels to feel secure. All she needed was the truth from him, and now that she had it, the worry in the back of her mind that somehow he would leave, violent and consuming like a flame in the wind, had dimmed to a flicker.

Maybe it was exhaustion or elation that pulled her into a deep sleep. Because the next thing she knew, it was already the early morning and Harry was tapping her arm lightly, coaxing her from sleep, the bus no longer moving under her.

"We're are the gas stop. Me and Sarah are going to get some food if you want to come with?" he whispered.

Blearily, she nodded, remembering her promise to Mitch. Rubbing her eyes and releasing a yawn, she swung her legs down over the bunk and hopped down. Pulling her shoes on, she grabbed her purse and phone before walking through the bus, careful not to wake the others still asleep in the bunks.

She met Harry and Sarah, both of whom looked equally as tired as her, at the front of the bus. It was a literal breath of fresh air as she stepped out into the open. The sun hadn't even risen fully yet, the faintest sounds of early morning traffic beginning on the motorway behind them.

There was barely a soul at the gas stop apart from a few of the other crew members, grabbing hot drinks and snacks. Bird song floated through the air from the trees behind, making everything seem peaceful. It was that early morning calm, before the world woke up.

The bright lights of the shop made her eyes hurt as they walked through the sliding doors. Sarah immediately moved to the snack aisle, whilst Wednesday walked to the coffee machine at the back. She selected two coffees, one for her and one for Mitch, and waited around as they poured.

"Am I coming to yours tonight?" Harry said quietly, suddenly appearing at her side.

She looked at him, looking over to where Sarah's head was visible over the shelves, still lingering in the sweets section.

"Yeah, if that's okay with you," she replied quietly, placing the lids onto the last coffee as it poured.

"Mhm," he hummed, smiling down to her sleepily.

They mooched around the shop for a few more minutes, grabbing everything they wanted before lining up at the till. Sarah turned to Wednesday behind her as Harry placed his items down on the till, showing her the three packs of Haribo's she'd picked up.

"Nice to see the tour diet is going well for me," she said from under her cap.

Wednesday grinned, shrugging her shoulder. "You're still in the UK so technically it hasn't started properly yet."

The scanner beeped with every item of Harry's getting scanned, the woman behind the desk seemingly either not knowing who he was or not caring at all.

"Well, once we're on the road I'm treating my body like a temple. No burgers or pizza, salads and sushi only for me."

"A life without pizza sounds extremely boring," Wednesday mused, clutching her items under her arm.

Sarah smiled. "Maybe one or two pizzas then."

"That'll be £9.80," the woman behind the desk said, looking like she wanted to be anywhere but there.

Harry pulled his wallet from his back pocket, balancing his phone between his fingers as he pulled at the bank card in the slot. Struggling to get it out, he mumbled a curse word under his breath, until it shot out so fast that it left his hand and fell to the floor, along with his phone.

The loud bang made Wednesday wince. It was far too early.

Sarah bent down to the floor to retrieve his fallen items at the exact time that Harry's eyes widened in horror at what was on the floor.

"Sarah, no I can get it—" he said quickly, making Wednesday furrow her brows and look to the floor.

And then she saw it in Sarah's hand.

The polaroid. Of her.

In her underwear.

Harry looked to Wednesday quickly as she did the same, both of them exchanging a glance that said the same thing.

They were royally fucked.

They waited in silent anticipation as she remained crouched down there, holding their breathes as she stared at the photo in her hand. Somehow, Wednesday didn't think she'd need the caffeine to wake her up anymore. Her heart was beating in her chest at the pace of someone who had just finished a marathon, pure adrenaline coursing through her.

Sarah began to slowly rise, and Wednesday could only see the back of her as she passed the bank card back to Harry. He simply swallowed at her expression as he took it, turning back to the counter with the remorse and guilt of a child who'd just been caught cheating on a test.

Slowly, Sarah began to turn until she was facing Wednesday with a wide-eyed expression. She brought her hand up—the one with the polaroid.

"I think this is yours," she said, rather composedly for someone who had the entire demeanour of a shellshock victim.

Wednesday swallowed, looking down to the polaroid she'd given him weeks before, like a fucking idiot. Her shaky fingers took the photo back, confirming what Sarah had just pieced together.

Wednesday was the new love interest in Harry's life.

Harry finished paying up and silently slipped past them both, shooting an apologetic smile at Wednesday as she begged him silently to stay for moral support. But of course, he walked right back out like his legs couldn't carry him fast enough. Typical.

Sarah paid for her items in silence, the tension between her and Wednesday reaching a boiling point that made her head feel like it was going to explode. It was far too early to feel this much before the sun had even risen.

She didn't make eye contact with Wednesday as she turned to exit the shop too, skulking past with her Haribo's in hand.

Wednesday stepped up to the counter, looking through the window nervously to see both Harry and Sarah stood by the bus, deep in what looked like an interesting conversation to say the least. She almost didn't want her items to scan through; maybe, if she was lucky, there would be a robbery and she'd have to stay holed up inside the shop for hours, unable to go outside.

But of course, she wasn't that lucky. A minute later, she was leaving the shop like a child that had been sent to the headteachers office, ready for a verbal lashing.

She breathed out slowly as she walked over to where they stood, hearing them speak in heated whispers. Sarah noticed her approaching first, turning to her with raised eyebrows.

"Ah, here comes the other LIAR now," she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Okay, I know you're probably confused, but let us explain," Wednesday said, careful not to spill the coffees in her hand.

"Explain what? That you two have been canoodling all this time?" Sarah whispered, looking between them annoyedly.

Wednesday stood next to Harry, sighing. "I know it probably seems extremely weird and you're upset we didn't tell you—"

"Oh really, you think?" she asked.

"But," Wednesday continued, ignoring her interruption. "We didn't want to tell anyone until we were sure of whatever this is."

"It's true Sarah," Harry added. "It was just a lot easier to keep it a secret whilst we figured it out."

Her eyes narrowed as she looked between them both.

"Okay. So how long has 'this' been going on then?"

Wednesday looked to Harry as they both fidgeted on their feet uncomfortably.

"Since Malibu," Wednesday mumbled, clearing her throat.

"Malibu," Sarah said, mouth dropping open slightly. "A whole month?!"

"We were still wrapping our own heads around it happening," Harry said, looking to Wednesday who nodded in agreeance. "It seemed less messy to get everyone else involved too."

Sarah looked to Wednesday. "So, you're the person Harry's been messaging and calling all the time—and I told you about it and you lied to my face!"

"And I felt really bad about it," Wednesday whined, forcing a pout.

"She did, to be fair," Harry added.

Sarah stood in silence for a moment, her arms crossed as she tapped her foot, keeping them both on edge as to whatever she was about to say.

"Is this serious then? You two, together?" she asked, eyebrows raised as she waited for them to respond.

Wednesday looked to Harry, remembering their conversation mere hours earlier. A smile crossed their lips as they exchanged glances.

"I mean, this is still pretty new. But yeah," Harry said, turning to Sarah with an earnest expression. "We're both 100% in this."

Sarah's eyes searched between them, trying to gage if they were telling the truth. But their smiles were too deep, too genuine to be fake. Her annoyed expression quickly turned into one much softer. Much more excited.

A grin crossed her lips as she breathed out a sigh. "Well, it's about time you two realised you're perfect for each other!"

Wednesday and Harry both smiled in unison at her quick change of demeanour and opinion. She'd gone from rage to joy in approximately 0.2 seconds and it was worrying.

"So, you're not mad?" Wednesday asked, still unsure.

"I mean, I would have preferred to have been told as opposed to finding out through a rogue nude," Sarah said, pursing her lips. "But I get why you kept it a secret."

She tilted her head to the side, smiling at them like she was watching a real time romance film unfolding in front of her eyes.

"You two are so cute," she said, holding her hands up to her face. "Oh my god, please let me tell Mitch so I have someone to gush over this with?!"

They looked at each other, knowing that now the cat was out of the bag with Sarah, it wouldn't be long until the others found out too.

"Okay, you can tell Mitch. But just him for now, if that's okay? We still haven't told our families," Harry said.

Just the thought of them telling their families sent a shock of anxiety through Wednesday's body; her mum would definitely want to ask her a thousand questions about them, and her auntie Helen would be calling him her new nephew in law for the rest of her life.

"Deal," Sarah said, squealing with excitement. "Does this mean we can double date from now on?"

Wednesday caught Harry's eye as they both laughed nervously, not quite sure how to answer that one.

"I need to go wake Mitch up right now," Sarah said before they could answer, leaving them there and turning on her heel quickly, heading back into the bus.

Clearing her throat, Wednesday turned to Harry with a lopsided grin.

"Well, I guess that could have gone worse?"