First chapter of many. I've always wanted Harry and Nikki to get together, so I thought I'd do it myself! First try at a story so I hope you all like it!

He woke up and sensed someone laying nest to him. He rolled over to see a blonde with curly locks draped over the pillow, her faced turned away. Nikki. He laughed in spite of himself, of course it wasn't her. It is never her. She stirred. Come to think of it, what was her name? Keeley, Kerry, Katie, he thought it began with a 'K' anyway. He focused his mind back to last night; he was at the bar in the new restaurant, just trying it out. It had a warm, yet slightly sophisticated atmosphere. With reasonable prices aswell he thought as he handed over his money for a pint of bitter. After a while, she came over, probably in her early 30s. She smiled; she was pretty, at a push quite hot. He did his usual charade, offering her a drink, and another, and inviting for her to sit with him, lots of questions about her, and then offer to pay for a taxi home, but rather her coming home with him.

She stirred, quick Harry, he thought, remember her name. Kelsey! That was it, he propped himself up onto his side, and looked at her as her eyes fluttered open. Not as hot without the makeup, nowhere near how beautiful Nikki looked. Not again. He whispered a hello, and she one back. That was amazing last night, she said. Harry smiled to himself, nice compliment, but he just though it was average, but agreed with her all the same. They small talked to a few minutes, before she look at the time. She apologised, got dressed and left. Short and sweet fling Harry thought to himself, what he usually has. Looking at the time himself, he knew he should be getting ready aswell, he knew he would be late by this time anyway, but if he picked up a couple of bakewells for Nikki and himself for lunch, he knew she'd cover for him. He gave Nikki a quick text telling her he'd be late, and then hopped in the shower.

He arrived at work, 20 minutes late yes, but he had the cakes as promised. Nikki just raised an eyebrow at him, she knew instantly.

"And where are you been?" She asked, knowing perfectly well what the answer was.

"I slept in" he replied, "Here is your tart, enjoy her before Leo get to her". He waited, maybe for a slight response, a smile, or a giggle. She usually laughed; it was his usual bakewell joke. Still nothing? "What's wrong? Isn't she your type?"

She looked at him; he saw her large dark eyes surveying him. He was always intrigued by this look, it was her x-ray vision look, and he knew she would now come out with something questioning his actions. Prepare yourself Harry, he thought. "You do know you're not 30 anymore Harry." She said in a very matter of fact tone.

"I was aware." He replied

"Well when are you going to stop shagging your blonde, plastic, dolly followers? I mean, you're not that young anymore Harry."

"How did you know she was blonde?" He joked. He was defending himself, he knew this was true. He didn't want to admit it though. In all honesty, he was waiting for her, perhaps passing time with attractive women, but it shouldn't have been a surprise to Nikki.

"They're always blonde." She replied dryly. That was quite perceptive in honesty, she had hardly met any of the women he had slept with, and they mostly were blonde. Defiantly a correlation he had, note to self, he though, pick someone with brown hair next time.

"Anna had brown hair, Penny had brown hair." He thought this was quite a good come back.

"So it's only the ones you sleep with once and dump the next day. Nice." She said in a very bitter tone. He thought this was unfair, but he knew he had to leave this conversation. She was sitting at his desk, doing her work, but he knew she was his. Beautiful, beautiful Nikki, he thought. He stared at her. She looked up, as if she knew he was looking. Her eyes met his, and he held them. It was a blazing look, the ones that made him melt, turned his insides to burning passion. To stare at someone this long would be awkward, but this was his Nikki. They had known each other for years.

Yet, that was the problem. They'd kissed once, in 2006, and that didn't end well. But he knew that he'd never truly loved anyone else ever since. Anna had been close, but they didn't have the fun and friendship that him and Nikki did.

He looked away with a little smile as Leo came into the room. Unfortunately, this did not seem to get Harry out of trouble. Nikki gave Leo her 'give us a minute stare', Leo raised his eyebrows at Harry and walked out again.

"Why'd you look at Leo like that?" He asked

"Because you still haven't answered my question!" She said, with a slightly raised tone. Is it bad that he knew he'd forgotten the original question? He didn't feel like saying anything, he didn't trust his mouth to come up with something stupid. "When will you stop messing around with women?"

Ah. That question. He walked over to his desk (which she was sitting by) and sat on the desk and placed his feet on the wheelie chair she was sitting on and gave it a small push so she rolled away. He laughed, so did she, but surprisingly she grabbed his leg and pulled herself back so she was almost touching Harry. He thought she was beautiful, and even though she was trying to be angry he knew she would let it go if he didn't answer for long enough. Her golden curls caressed her collar bones, which were just showing out of the blue dress she was wearing. He felt her hand still on his leg. She tensed her fingers reminding him that he still hadn't answered.

He knew what he could do. He could make up excuses. I haven't met the right one yet, I always thing they're the one, I don't want a serious relationship. He knew these were lies; he had met the right one. She was there. Her deep rose lips were thinning as she became inpatient for his answer. "The truth?" He asked.

"Always."

He cupped his hands on her face. He loved her. This was it. She looked at him interestedly, a small smile formed on her face, it matched his. His lips touched hers, lightly at first. He felt her respond to him, adding pressure. They were kissing. He knew it was cliché, but he felt the fireworks, the unending spark of love between them, finally thriving. This is it, he thought, this is the beginning.

Thanks for reading, hope you liked it, and please review, I would love to hear any comments! Next chapter is of Nikki's point of view, hope you enjoy it.