A/N: It's always annoyed me that we never got to see what happened when Christian took Syed home that day on 16th July 2010 so here's what I think may have happened, entirely from my own imagination! This chapter's from Syed's POV...further chapter's may continue in the same vein or I may do a bit from Christian's POV, haven't decided yet!

This is one of my first fic's so please review so I know how I'm doing :p

For everyone on WFCTGIO xx

"Let's go home".

Three simple words expressed so lovingly just a few minutes ago. Christian walking off with me following behind, hesitantly placing my hand on his lower back, Christian wrapping me inside his warm embrace, neither of us wanting to let go, unable to believe that we'd finally reached that moment, the moment where I finally allowed myself to be free and to follow my heart.

And now here we are. Inside Christian's flat...our flat. Christian walks ahead of me, dropping the keys with a clatter on the table. I stand nervously at the door, surveying the room with a mixture of nervousness and excitement.

Christian turns round to look at me. "it's okay, you know," he says, finally breaking the silence. "To be scared. I've never done this before either."

I look at him with a mixture of surprise and incredulity. "You mean you've never...?"

"Nope," he says. "You know me Sy, always been the love em and leave em type...until I found you..."

I feel my face flushing red, a mixture of embarrassment and delight. Christian moves towards me, closer and closer until I can feel his warm breath on my neck. He kisses me there, gently at first, raining butterfly kisses over my neck right up to my face, a sudden urgency taking hold of him as they become harder and more frequent. He reaches down towards my belt buckle, straining to release me, but my hand reaches down and pushes him away.

Christian stops and stares at me inquisitively, brushing the hair out of my eyes and running his right hand down the side of my face. "Don't you want to?"he asks.

"I do," I reply. "Just not yet. Can we talk first?"

Christian looks surprised. "Talk?"

I nod.

A cheeky grin replaces Christian's look of surprise. "Too?"he adds.

I can't help but smile, Christian taking me back a couple of years, a day when I'd managed to get rid of Amira for the day. "Shopping for shoes," I'd told Christian. "Good, she'll be gone for hours then. We might even get to talk to each other too,"he'd replied.

Of course, we never did do much talking that day, we'd made love on the sofa before showering together, a mass of passionate and lustful limbs. I smile at the memory.

"Sy?"

I was broken out of my reverie, Christian staring at me intently. "We need to talk," I say. Christian looks worried. I trace his lips with my finger, kissing him gently. "So much has happened..."

Christian smiles at me, finally understanding. Grasping my hand in his, he pulls me towards the sofa. We fall down with a thud, Christian wrapping his arms around me as I lay in-between his legs, safe and comfortable in his arms.

"I thought you didn't care about me anymore. I saw you...that night I was coming home from hospital. You and that...that...HIM," I say, spitting out the last word with such venom that it even surprised me.

I looked up at Christian's face, I could see the hurt and regret in his eye's, the pain etched in his face as I reminded him of a memory he clearly wanted to forget. But it was important to talk about the past, so important. I wanted us to start afresh, no more secret's, no more lies, just me and Christian, a complete open book. It was going to be a long night...