I have never felt so happy.

I have spent the morning travelling round London with Phil and at the moment nothing can spoil this moment. The weather is perfect and I have no fear about anything. We spent hours on a big London tour bus, just riding round London and taking in all the sights, I have been taking pictures like and excited tourist, snapping whenever I get the chance, and yes there are selfies on my camera.

"I can't believe you have never been sightseeing before." Phil walks next to me.

"I haven't had the time."

"I understand, tumblr and watching death note is certainly more important than exploring where you live." He laughs.

"Totally." I smirk. "Starbucks?" I look at the coffee shop.

"Yes, I will wait out here, I want to take some photos for my blog." He smiles, "Caramel latte please."

I smile at him and walk into the shop, the smell of freshly ground beans overwhelms me, this place has got to be one of my favourite places in the world.

"One cinnamon and one caramel latte please."

I hand over the money and stand back and look outside the big window. The trees line the river and the sun is shining down. People are milling around but my eyes are focused on Phil: he is concentrating, taking pictures of the river but there is such a sweet expression on his face that it just makes my heart melt.

I take the coffees and head outside, I locate Phil and begin to walk towards him, I tap him on the back and quickly decide to hide behind a tree trunk.

"What?" He looks round. The confused expression on his face is priceless; I can't help laugher spilling out.

"Dan, I hate you." He laughs, lightly punching my arm.

I hand him the coffee.

"Thanks." He places his camera into his bag.

"Could I have a look at your photos?"

He looks surprised but pulls the camera out of his bag and hands it to me.

I turn it on and start looking through, I gasp, they are amazing. I don't know what I was expecting but he is so good at capturing light and the angles he has chosen to take are so interesting and unlike anything I have seen, London is captured in so many different ways.

"These are fucking amazing."

"No they're not." He pushes his hair in his face defensively.

I stop and walk in front of him. I grab his shoulders and shake them.

"Phil, these are incredible."

He gives a smile. I wipe his hair out of his face.

"I know, but it's not exactly going to happen for me is it.?"

"So you think they are good."

He looks at me. "yes." He whispers.

"Hold this." I give him my coffee.

Without any thought I run up to a woman walking past.

"Sorry madam but do you think these pictures are good?" I look at her in the eye, and try and smile as much as my mouth will let me.

She looks at the view finder. "Who did these?"

I point back at Phil. He is bright red and his palm is covering his face in despair. "He is so talented, but doesn't think his work is good enough."

She gives a little laugh. "Well tell your friend I think he is greatly talented, and as an art teacher myself, think he has real style."

"Well thank you for your time." I smile at her and reach out my hand, "I will tell him now."

I bounce back to Phil with the camera. I shake him.

"Phil, Phil, Phil, she loved them, and she was an art teacher, so I suggest you do something about these photos, because I could never do anything that good, they are fucking amazing."

He removes his hand from his face and sighs, "maybe, ok." He smiles and hands me my coffee. "Satisfied?"

"Yes." I squeeze his hand and continue to walk along the street.

We reach the London eye and Phil smiles at me.

"Ready to explore London from above?"

"Have you been here before."

He stares at me and raises his hand to his mouth, I see him laughing.

"Have you Phil? Have you experienced the area you live in?"

"Yes." He laughs and bites his lip.

"Liar." I laugh.

"No." He takes my hand and pulls me into the queue.

I don't mind the long queue; I have someone truly interesting to talk to. I haven't been this interested to know all about a single person before. I want to hear everything and take everything in. I hope he wants to know little details about me.

Like I hate raisins and adore the taste of calpol.

Little things like that.

"How many?" An attendant asks me.

"2"

I hand over the money and step over to the side, Phil joins me.

"I am actually quite nervous." Phil whispers into my ear.

"Why?" I reach for his hand.

"Heights."

"But it was you who suggested this, you muffin." I punch him on the shoulder.

He laughs, "Well I thought I would be ok."

The door of the pod opens and people start to walk on, little kids with their grandparents, mothers with their children. The atmosphere is so happy and upbeat.

Like a child Phil runs on and rests his fingers on the glass, the doors close and slowly we are raised from the ground.

The sun shines in and I can't help looking at his expression.

The innocence; the excitement in his eyes.

Everyone starts to flock to the other side of the pod to watch some river boat, we are left alone.

I rest my head on his shoulder and watch the sun slowly descending, the sky is a peachy orange, the clouds are high in the sky and the trees are letting the light stream through.

His big blue eyes are lightened up, he parts his lips and turns to face me.

I look at his and bite my lip.

I don't know what to say.

He knows what to do.

He reaches in and kisses me.

I don't object.

His mouth is perfect.

I wrap my arms around his waist and kiss him back.