Second chapter. I just want to say that I know it's pretty much impossible to disguise who you are with a beard but I decided to just go with it...oops. As you've probably guessed this story will end up very cliché but I hope you enjoy it and let me know on ways I could improve. I haven't added a disclaimer... I do not own anything to do with anything that is real in this fic or characters. Thank you!

Adjusting his flat cap and zipping up his jacket, making him completely unrecognisable. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he smiled as he felt the clink of money and the texture of notes. Paul must have slipped some in, he'd have to repay him.

Stepping onto the pavement, he grinned. This is what it felt like not to be recognised and being able to do stuff. It was busy, he admitted that. Now where was he going and what did he need? First of all how much money did he have? Checking, his eyes widened as he pulled out over a £100. That was too much. He owed Paul big time. So what did he need? A camera. That would be a good way to document this once in a blue moon opportunity. And he knew where he was going...sightseeing.

Walking with the crowd Lee made his way unknowingly down into a tube station. Standing in the centre he looked around until he realised he had to buy an Oyster card. There wasn't many shops near where he was anyway. Buying a day pass he made his way down and onto the platform. Right, pick a random place and hope. That was spontaneous. Jumping on the next tube he hoped for the best as he was pushed into a corner. This was an experience and no one had recognised him. Great!

Waiting until there was space in front of him, he made his way to in front of the doors. Next stop he was off and back into the hustle and bustle of London. This was everything he hoped it would be. Why hadn't he done this sooner?

Once he was back up and into daylight he grinned at the noise of cars and people on the pavement. He had no idea where he was but it was great and hot. Unzipping his jacket he made his way down the street. Spotting a camera shop he made a quick pit stop and grabbed a compact camera, memory card and batteries. Holding the carrier bag in one hand he would need to find somewhere to set it up.

Turning the next corner he spotted a nearby park and made his way to cross the road. First time crossing the road on his own. This was a big deal to him. Spotting a group of people who were looking to cross he made his way to stand with them. At least he would be safer. Once safely across he made his way to sit under one of the trees in the park, out of sight.

Unpacking the camera, he smiled. It wasn't the most expensive or best camera he had ever had but it would do and it would be the thing that captured the next few hours. He'd then have to hide the photos from his parents.

Lee felt like a teenager. He was a grown adult in his...late thirties and his parents were still watching him like a hawk. He should be able to make his own life decisions and be able to do what he wanted to do not what was expected of him. He should be able to marry who he wanted whether she be rich or poor. He should be able to decide when he wanted to go to parties or when he just wanted to laze around.

Thinking about it he was acting like a teenager. All the sneaking around and running away. He'd never done anything like this before and it scared and thrilled him all at once. It would be the only time. The only time he'd do this in the next few weeks. He couldn't risk doing it again. If his parents found out then...he didn't want to think about what they would do. There would be a lot of shouting, he knew that.

Shaking his head, he checked that his camera was working before lifting himself off of the ground. Looking around the first picture Lee took was of the park, and just as a bike sped past on the footpath, making the wheel look fuzzy on the photograph.

Walking back onto the pavements Lee jumped back as he felt someone walk into him, coffee on his shirt. Damn. Wiping at his shirt with one hand he pocketed the camera.

"I am so sorry," came a woman's voice as she handed him some tissue, "are you ok?"

"Yeah I'm fine, thanks," Lee replied as he turned his head to face the woman who had bumped into him, "it's no worry."

"Are you sure?" She asked slightly sceptical as she watched him dab at his sodden shirt. "Let me help," and with that Lucy retrieved more tissues before going to dab at the stain.

"Thank you," Lee sighed as he stared down at her head. She was really pretty.

"I'm Lucy by the way," Lucy introduced herself as she smiled up at him before going to bin the tissues in the bin behind him.

"Lee," he replied as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"You're not from around here, are you?" It was a statement more than a question but the amused glint in her eye as she watched him made him smile.

"What makes you say that?" Lee questioned bemused.

"Well if you are you're the politest Londoner I've met. Not that there aren't any it's just if you bump into someone you'd usually get a swear word for your troubles," she explained.

"No I'm not. First time in London and I have no idea where I am," he asked with a slightly childish tone. Lucy felt like she could trust him and that was the reason why she said what she said next.

"I should have one of my dad's shirts at the flat you can borrow and then maybe I'll give you a tour. C'mon," and with that Lee didn't bother to argue as he followed the attractive woman in front of him.