First of all, read with an open mind. And before thinking anything TOO DRASTIC, think of them! You'll understand what I mean when you finish reading ;)

And.... with this chapter, this story is over. It feels like AGES ago when I thought about a girl named Tallulah and decided to place it in McFly universe -because we all know Just my luck is Jus a cover-up. I want to thank the academy, and every person that read, a little bit more to everyone that reviewed -because i'm selfish like that XD-, and to my two favorite girls of international twitter company s.a. XD -you two know who you are! And if you don´t, I'll give you two clues: mammoths and Mcmpires. If you don´t understand, then you're not either of these amazing girls XP lol-. Oh! and my mom. Yeah, that. lmao.

Ok, I'll shut up now.

This chapter goes to dani6531 for being awesome like she is and winning over Finn from Glee on favorite person of Wednesday -and reviewing a lot, that too, but SHUSH XD-, to Aly and to Laura for bearing with my crazy speeches and random mails. XD

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PS: The epilogue of this story is going to be the prologue to its sequel, and it'll be up tomorrow, if I feel like it, or during the weekend. DWYLALWYD's sequel is written up to chapter 12 -I think- and very much plotted over, so I won´t be having months of waiting between each chapter -cross your fingers!

Now I'm REALLY out.

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PS2: Ok, I wasn´t being honest. But I promise this is the last thing I'll say. I have a playlist made for this story, and I'll try to update it during the week. If you're curious enough, just PM me or email me or just review me, and I'll send the list.

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XXI

Life had changed incredibly in the last few weeks or maybe even more than a month. And not only because I was no longer on a tour bus dealing with too much testosterone and no bathroom, but because I hadn´t seen Harry Judd at all since I got back to London that day.

I had met up with Tom since then, I had gone out with Maggie and Danny, and I had even went with Dougie to do some last minute shopping for his sister's birthday presents. But I had been avoiding Harry -and even talking about him- desperately. I wasn´t stupid, I knew I didn´t hate him as much as I wanted to, but it hurt so much just to think about him. Because I knew I was stupid enough to still care for him. And I didn´t want that.

Everyone understood my decision, or at least thought they did, and they left me alone with that. What no one knew was the reason. But no one pressured me about explaining what had happened, why we had broken up and why we didn´t even talk anymore.

Not like he hadn´t tried. For the first two weeks, I had my voice mail box both in my house phone and my mobile completely full with his messages. For the first two weeks he was everywhere he could be without actually being there, because he still had a tour to attend to. After that time, though, he disappeared. And I was scared. I didn´t want him to reappear suddenly and brusquely and shake my world again. And I didn´t want him gone, either. It wasn´t because I hated him. No. I wasn´t going to crush down if I see him and I wasn´t going to collapsed either. No. My reason for not wanting to see him or talk to him was much more complicated.

Or simple, depending on how you put it.

I knew that whenever he appeared and asked his forgiveness, I was going to give in to him.

Because I had found out internally something way too scary to say out loud.

My days became a little dull, every time the same routine consisting on my going to work with the book, attending important meetings with the people involved in it, and avoiding Harry. The rest of my day was just as dull, no matter how many exciting things I could be doing.

That particular day, I was ready to blow up. My laptop seemed to be the first future victim and I was seriously contemplating throwing it through the window, when the doorbell rang. I sighed, saving my work, and I put a tank top on and went down the stairs to the door.

But I wasn´t ready for what I saw.

I opened my eyes widely, not really believing what I had right in front of me.

It wasn´t because I could see Maggie and Danny pulling faces at me from the back of the car when they were supposed to be fair away –Kongo far away, I mean- or because it was an incredibly sunny day for England –the ninth in a row of perfect days, had it changed the weather to the Bahamas' without no one knowing it? - or for the smile of my ancient neighbor that never ever liked me.

It was because of the boy standing right in front of me with one single red rose, a letter and a Manolo Blahnik bag on his hands.

I felt my knees giving up, but it was only a sensation, because I didn´t collapse. But I wouldn´t have been too surprised if I actually fell to the floor. Or fainted, actually. Or even gotten abducted by aliens. That sounded more reasonable in my mind.

"Hey."

His voice turned my attention back to him and I couldn´t help but stare. Believe me when I say that you would have stared too, particularly when he was supposed to be on his way to Atlantis or something weird sounding like that.

"Hi." I said. Or at least I'm pretty sure that's what I wanted to say and thankfully also what I did say. But I wouldn´t be able to be completely sure because I was kinda freaking out inside and my mental Tallulah was running widely around my brain yelling and squealing like a fan girl in front of the Westlife when they were all that.

The silence seemed way too awkward between us, and somehow I was sure I needed to break it. I need to say something fun, witty, a little condescending to mock him for standing there with a smirk on his sexy kissable lips and what looked like the gifts of gods to me. Or maybe to my mentally over-feed with Sex and the City, Twilight, and Desperate Housewives brain.

"Aren´t you supposed to be going out of the country right about… now?" I asked after watching my watch.

Way to go, stupid.

"Yes, I guess I am. But I'm not."

"Really? I didn´t notice." I muttered. Well, that was a better comeback.

"Darling, why are you acting so much like a total bitch?" Harry Judd in the flesh –but I think you already guessed it- said with his wide smirk and a fake annoyed huff.

I crossed my arms over my chest and looked at him with my eyebrows raised. He was a master at confusion. Did he seriously think I should receive him with a smile, willingly? "Are you seriously asking me that? Because I can answer it, but it'll probably get messy and I don´t want to have to clean your blood off of the floor." I stated angrily. My anger shouldn´t be measured by my inability to properly react in front of him. I was still angry. And annoyed. And a little bit amazed by how good he looked since the last time I've seen him. God, he looked good. And yummy, and totally edible.

I had been avoiding him since the tour finished. I didn´t want to deal with my decision and I didn´t want to know if he was angry or not with me. I hated myself for that, but there wasn´t much I could do now. That was the second time I rejected him, and everyone knew what he had done the first time. And even when I was still angry with him for doing what he did, I wasn´t able to properly react now that I had him in front of me.

"Ok, ok. I'm the one to blame. I know. Sorry." He said with his smirk still in place. That was something that started to get on my nerves, but then I noticed something. I noticed the way his eyes avoided mine and the way he was changing the weight of his body from one feet to the other and the way his hands were clutching so tightly on the bag and the letter and the rose that his knuckles were white.

Oh, yeah… The rose. What about that, anyway? Cheap…

"You already said that, Judd. It didn´t do any good, remember?" I declared, crossing my arms over my chest just to prevent me from hugging him.

"Judd…" He repeated slowly, surprised and maybe a little hurt? I pretended I didn´t notice that, though. "Wow, that's cold… This is how you felt when I was angry at you?"

"Probably not. I'm not out there to get you and ruin your life like you did." I snapped.

"Yeah, I was a bastard. Sorry for that too." Harry said. I had forgiven him for that the same minute I had told him so, but it was something that apparently messed with his conscience, so I aimed to that.

To hurt him.

I wanted to hurt him just a little so I wouldn´t feel like a stupid wife going back to the husband that almost hit her to death.

So I wouldn´t feel guilty with the female race when I kissed him back.

"You already said that too. What are you doing here, anyway?"

"I realized I ruined everything." He stated just like that. I opened my eyes as big as they could, but he interrupted me before I could replied anything. "Wait, please let me finish. I'm here to show you that I really listened to you and that I'm really sorry and that I… Well, that I love you." Harry blurted out.

And that was enough to make me shut up completely. Even if the apocalypse knock on my door, I would probably still be speechless and freeze on my place.

I know he had said he thought he had fallen in love with me, but there was a long way between that and actually accepting he love me.

Harry handed me the letter and I accepted it in a daze. Harry loved me? Harry fucking Judd bloody fucking loved me? Me, Tallulah McCoy? That was such an incredible realization that I wasn´t able to even move.

Or heard the beginning of his speech, for that matter.

"… and I know it. Of course I know it! But that's in case you don´t hear me now, so please don't tear it to pieces. Ok?" He asked. I blinked, not really comprehending what the hell was he talking about. But I wasn´t nowhere near asking him what he meant. Not at all. Harry sighed, feeling frustrated. "Ok, I guess I deserve this."

"You guess?" I asked with cold, cruel mockery. My reactions to his words were most of the time impulsive and not really thought over.

Harry sighed. "Ok, I deserve that too." He leaned toward me, grabbing the letter from my hands, and then he leaved it inside my letter-box. "So you won´t be able to break it right now." Harry said, winking at me. "Ok, now. I remember one time on the bus, after the fight with James. You hit me in the arm –and that left a bruise, just so you know- and you told me that I was stupid. We started to talk about how stupid I was and you told me in the end that that was not way to sweep a girl out of her feet, if I hadn´t seen Desperate Housewives at all. Well, I hadn´t at that time, but now I have. So, here." He continued, offering me the rose. That surprised me even more than whatever he had said before. I was too stunned.

"It's a rare man that understands the value of a perfect rose, right? And I'm pretty sure you'll agree I'm rare enough, even if maybe it's not for the good reasons."

"Harry, I…" I tried to say, but he stopped me with a shake of his hand. It was a good thing, because I didn´t have the slightest idea of what I was going to say after that.

"No, please. If you're going to listen to me, then let me finish. It's not the same if you hear it with intervals." He declared with a sheepish smile. I nodded slowly, taking the rose in my hands. This was probably a dream, I decided right then, because there was no way that Harry Judd could be saying that. "And here." He added, handing me the Manolo bag. I didn´t want to rush in and looked inside afraid of looking too much like a shallow girl. "You said that the day you would forgive me was going to be the day Manolo Blahnik made a pair of heels specially for you and thinking only of you, and…"

Screw shallowness.

I submerged my free hand inside the bag while the other held the rose and the bag open, and took the typical Manolo's shoebox out of it. And then I couldn´t help but act like a little girl, falling to the floor and admiring the box. I was happy admiring only the box, if it actually was a pair of heels just for me, then I could probably die. Narciso and Manolo in just one year? It beat Bridget Jones' ass any day.

Somewhere above me, Harry chuckled. "Open it, Lula." He said with a tender voice.

So I did. I couldn´t deny it to him. Not with that voice of his.

As soon as my eyes stopped over the amazing purple heels, I was sure that it wasn´t a dream because I wasn´t creative enough to dream such a perfect piece of perfection. I fell in love with the shoes the second I saw them; they were really made just for me, I could see it. The heels were everything I could have ever wished for in a pair of heels. I loved them almost as much as I loved the man standing right…

Oh, fuck.

I loved him.

I love Harry.

I forgot the shoes when I came to that realization, because suddenly, the heels, no matter how awesome they were, weren´t enough to torn me away from him.

"How…?"

He shrugged. "I have friends in incredibly good places."

"They're great, Harry. I love you." I blurted out.

"Oh, well, I thought that they could be maybe enough to…………… Wait. What did you just say?" Harry was completely shocked.

I smiled widely. "I love you." I repeated. It felt good to say it out loud when I had been fighting it down for weeks. "I love you, Harry Judd. I really do."

"Wow. You love me." He whispered, and then, he grabbed me by my hips, crashed me to his body, and kissed the living soul out of me. Of course I kissed him back, too engrossed with the happiness to think properly.

… Or to think at all.

It took my two hours to get back to Earth. Two hours of just kissing and hugging him and laughing about stupid things and feeling just perfectly numb with anything that wasn´t happiness. But when I did, I crashed. It was almost too painful.

…....... Ok, and sex, too.

"Harry…" I said, my tone probably changing so much he looked up at me with suspicious eyes.

"…What? What are you going to say? I'm not going to like it."

I sighed. I counted to ten. I played with my hair and the hem of his shirt that I had on. And then I couldn´t delay it anymore. "This doesn´t change much, Harry." I murmured, falling on my back in the floor. He was sitting right next to me, and he imitated me in silence.

"I was waiting for you to say it." Harry stated, but he didn´t say anything else. I wasn´t able to push the matter any further, so I just kept my mouth shut. "You forgive me. You love me. And it's clear that I love you. But it doesn´t change the fact that… you still think that been my girlfriend was a mistake."

I sighed. "I don´t think that b-"

"Don´t you dare lying to me, Tallulah. I know you like the palm of my hand. You think that."

"Fine. I do. But I also love you. I just can´t…"

"Be with me."

"Exactly."

"Fine." He muttered.

Harry stood up from the floor and started to get dressed. I watched him move around my room wondering how bad it could be to just accept it but knowing that I wasn´t able to do that. Not now. Probably not ever.

"It's not fine…" I murmured pouting at him as I sat back. He stopped in the middle of putting his jeans on as if he was frustrated.

"Of course it's not! But what do you want me to do, Tallulah? Please, tell me, and I swear I'll do it!" Of course, I couldn´t say anything, and he knew it. "There's nothing I can say or do to make you change your mind so there's no reason for me to stay here any longer."

"Fuck, Harry, you have such a nerve!" I exclaimed annoyed. He was blaming me for everything and he was the one who missed his opportunities! "You're going for a month to a tour! When you want to get back a girl, that's probably one of the worst back scenarios you could ever have!"

"I knew I was going to regret coming here!!" He snapped. I stood up when I heard that.

"Regret it? Go fuck a bimbo, Harry. Go fuck a stupid slut that would hopefully get you an STD!" I yelled. This was one of those many moments when I wondered what was wrong with him and me. Because there was clearly something wrong with us. Not too long ago, we were loving each other and right now, we were wishing the death to the other! And he still didn´t see why we would never be right for each other?

"Tallulah, for fuck's sake. I came here to humiliate me in front of you. It would have been easier if you just threw me out when you saw me." Harry stated, grabbing my arm and kissing me one more forceful time.

"I love you." I repeated. "But sometimes, love isn´t enough."

"I know. I know. I don´t understand you and I'm hating you right now, but I know. And that's why both of us are acting like we are. Because it fucking hurts." He declared. He was right.

Harry sighed, dropped his things again and hugged me closely to his chest. "Mark my word here, Tallulah. Someday, we are going to be a couple. A couple cuter than Danny and Maggie and more committed than Gio and Tom. Someday we're going to make it. And I'm going to be there ready with an 'I told you so'."

"I'm hoping you're right. But don´t you dare to ignore me after this because I'm marking your words. Don´t go all diva on me. I still want you close." I demanded, burring my head on his chest. This felt like goodbye, and there was nothing that I hated more than goodbyes.

"So close people are going to think we are one." Harry said and I could heard his smirk on his words. We stayed like that for a while, just hugging the other like the world depended on that, until Harry shook his head and moved an inch away, still holding me in his arms. "I have to go. Maggie and Danny are probably freezing the hell out and I have a plane to catch."

I nodded, but I didn´t wanted to let go. "Yeah. But I'm keeping your shirt."

"And I'm keeping your thong." He grinned, winking at me as he balanced my purple thong, the one that had been recently washed when he came in, in front of me with two fingers. Then he stuffed it in his pocket. "I'll see you soon, ok?" He said with a look that clearly stated I'm not going to say those dreadful words so don´t you dare to say them either.

I nodded. I understand. "Yeah. Soon." I remarked. He linked my arm with his, intertwining his fingers with mine as we walked to my door.

"I'll phone too."

"That's good."

"And I'll be at your door as soon as I can."

"Ok." I grinned, kissing him one last time and then watching him walked down the stairs.

Even better.

THE END