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Anyway, here's chapter 32, I hope you like its fluffiness! Ha! Enjoy!

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Sunlight streaming through the curtains I'd failed to shut properly the night before, woke me the next morning. I was about to roll over and go back to sleep when I remembered where I was. This was no normal Saturday in dingy Derby, thank goodness! There was no Monty running in and jumping on my bed at half six because he wanted to be walked. Glancing at the clock on the bedside table I saw that it was eight; practically a lie-in!

Throwing my arms out to the side I yawned widely, but was confused when I heard a crinkling sound from the other side of the bed. Sitting up, and rubbing my eyes with the palms of my hands, I saw a piece of paper left on the pillow I hadn't been using. I swore that hadn't been there last night. Picking it up, I saw that it was a note:

Good morning, sweetheart.

I didn't want to wake you, so I've left this instead. I'm leaving for work now, so I'll see you at the café at 2.30. Help yourself to anything in the cupboards for breakfast- I've left some stuff out for you, but don't feel you have to eat it. Enjoy your day's shopping; I'll see you later.

Take care,

W x

Smiling fondly, I traced his scrawly script with my finger. He must have crept in while I was still sleeping to put it there, which I found sweet, rather than creepy.

Eager to see what he'd laid out for breakfast, I scampered out of bed and into the kitchen. Breakfast was, in my opinion, the most important meal of the day; I was no pleasure to be around if I skipped breakfast, something my siblings could testify.

My stomach growled in anticipation when I saw the feast he'd laid out on the counter. There was croissants, bread, cereals, fruit, and all manner of jams and condiments. He'd put 'some things' out my arse- he'd laid out enough for twenty people!

Grabbing the milk from the fridge, I headed straight for the cocoa pops. Cocoa pops had been my cereal of choice ever since I could remember, even if it was aimed at kids.

Polishing off a bowl full of chocolatey goodness in double quick time, I grabbed a croissant too, before putting my bowl and spoon in the dishwasher and heading to the shower. Not bothering to wash my hair again, I piled it loosely on the top of my head when I went in, letting it loose again once I'd dried off. Pulling on the summery white dress and sandals I'd packed for the occasion, I grabbed my handbag and headed out, not before checking I'd got our tickets for this afternoon and my keys. I didn't want to have to rush back and get them, only to figure out I'd forgotten my keys and be locked out. Remembering to lock up behind me, I took the lift down to the bottom of the building, and took the tube to Oxford Street- one of the best places for shopping in London.

H&M was my first port of call, and I only bought a skirt! How was that for self control?! If only I had the same strength when it came to books.

Dodging the busy commuters, meandering tourists, and avoiding the temptation of entering all the other clothing stores, I eventually made it to Waterstones: the holy grail for all book lovers. The Waterstones on Oxford street was iconic- a beautiful building full of the most beautiful things. It was like the picturesque one in Birmingham opposite the train station that I often frequented, but better. Wandering in, I didn't know where to start- there were so many books to choose from!

I must have perused for about an hour, before I settled on two: 'Suite Francaise', and 'The Handmaid's Tale', being my books of choice. I always tried to buy my books from bookstores instead of Amazon because, even though they were cheaper online, I couldn't bear the thought of bookstores eventually closing down. What would I do if Waterstones went bankrupt? I'd have nowhere else to look at books!

By the time I paid it was one o'clock, so I decided to walk from Oxford Street to the south bank, rather than taking the tube, in order to fully enjoy the sunshine that had just about managed to break through the clouds. Walking slowly, I enjoyed taking in the sights of London, glad that I'd decided to come and spend the weekend here.

The pavements were rammed with tourists, all making the most of day, which impeded my progress somewhat. Still, I made it to the café by two, grabbing a table next to river and ordering a lemonade, while I waited for Will to arrive. As I was early, I took out one of the books I'd purchased, and began to read. A book always managed to keep me occupied when I was waiting for something, not that I minded waiting for Will. I'd just managed to finish the first chapter when he arrived.

"Hey!" I greeted him, folding the corner of my page and slipping my book back into my handbag. He slid onto the bench opposite me, smiling as he did so. I glanced at my watch- he was fifteen minutes early.

"Hey yourself. How was shopping?"

"Good, thanks. I got a skirt and some books, so it was a successful trip."

"Oh, that's good, then. Were you okay getting breakfast?"

"Yeah, I was fine, thanks. Thanks for putting the stuff out for me." I said, passing him one of the menus tucked in-between the salt and pepper pots for him to look over.

"No worries. Sorry I had to go: I would have made pancakes otherwise."

"Will, what you did was enough. Besides, maybe tomorrow we could make pancakes." I'd booked for us to visit Madam Tussad's in the morning, and the zoo in the evening as Will was off all day. Considering Madam Tussad's didn't even open until 9 on a Sunday we'd definitely have time for some pancake making. In fact, I was going make sure we had time for pancakes! Pancakes slathered in Nutella, were one of my favourite treats, even if I did feel bad almost immediately after consuming them once I realised how many calories they contained.

"Sounds good to me. You haven't truly tried pancakes until you've tried the Benedicts' special recipe." He boasted.

"I'll hold you to that." I said, glancing over the menu, before folding it and slotting it back into its original position once I'd decided what I wanted to order. Will followed suit moments later.

"Know what you want?" He asked, and I nodded.

"I think I'm going to go for the quiche and salad with another lemonade." I replied, drumming my nails against the grain of the purple table.

"Healthy." He commented, standing as he spoke. "I'll go and order."

"Wait, let me give you some money." I fumbled through my bag as I spoke, searching for my purse. He ignored me, winking as he headed over to the counter, leaving me stranded at the table. I couldn't leave to give him the money, as I didn't want our table to get taken- there were large groups of eagle eyed tourists waiting to pounce on any available spot, and he knew it. He returned with another lemonade, a coke for himself, and a stick with our table number on five minutes later.

"You are terrible!" I huffed, taking the drinks from him, so he could sit down. "Here." I said, handing him a £10 note. He dodged it effortlessly, and eventually I was forced to stuff it back into my purse after a five minute battle when he still wouldn't take it.

"No, you came to London to see me. That means I get to pay."

"So that means I pay for you when you come to visit me in Derby, right?"

"Er… no."

"What?" I asked, calling him out on his hypocrisy. Our food came then, bringing our argument to an end. The issue however, was not closed.

"So, where are we off to?" Will asked after he'd demolished his bacon butty. I, on the other hand, was only half way through my quiche.

"You'll find out once we've eaten. Patience, William." He pouted at me, and I laughed. He really wasn't very good at relinquishing control.

We left the café once I'd finished my quiche, heading further along the South Bank, past the street performers, to our first activity of the day.

"Any ideas?" I asked him as we drew closer to our destination, our enjoined hands swinging between us.

"I've got a hunch." He admitted, looking towards the London Eye meaningfully. We were only a few hundred metres away from it now- so close that we could just about make out the people stood in the capsules.

"Maybe." I smiled as he looked at me for confirmation- my mouth twitching and giving away that he was spot-on with his guesswork.

"Yes. We're going on the London Eye." I admitted. "So I hope you're not afraid of heights." I said, leading us to the back of the queue.

"I'm not, thankfully. Lex, are you sure we're in the right queue? This one says it's for flexi-ticket holders, but we haven't bought our tickets yet." He eyed the sign next to our queue warily.

"Well it's a good job we've got flexi-tickets then, hey?" I replied, producing the print-outs of my online booking.

"When did you do that?" He asked, moving forward with the flow of the queue. The flexi-tickets had been more expensive than booking a specific time slot, but I wasn't sure when were going to be going, so this had seemed like the best option. They were much better than the standard tickets too, as it meant we got to queue jump, something that we definitely appreciated as we were nearly at the front already! I'd definitely have to ring Alice and thank her for the vouchers she'd given me.

"Online on Wednesday." I handed our booking form to the official at the front of the queue, who scanned them, and ushered us forward to the boarding platform.

"Well thank you. If you tell me how much they were, I'll give you the money."

"You'll do no such thing, Will. It's my treat."

"Okay, then I'll pay for wherever we go next." I remained silent, and he looked at me quizzically, expecting me to put up more of a fight.

"Wait, have you already pre-booked and paid for those too?" He asked me as we boarded one of the capsules. I grinned happily in response, confirming his suspicions. I was thrilled to have got one over on him on the paying front.

"Okay, how about I buy food? That's only fair, and you're not allowed to complain, or try to pay."

"Deal."I agreed after contemplating his offer. I didn't want to cause another argument, and it would end up that we each paid half for the weekend this way.

"Good." He smiled, wrapping an arm around my waist, and leading us to the end of the pod in order to get the best view of London.

The ride passed quickly- it certainly didn't feel like we were in there for half an hour! Will took lots of photographs of us both, even insisting on purchasing the 'official' one taken inside the pod. That camera worked in a similar way to the ones taken on rollercoasters. You know, the ones that capture you on camera, squealing with fright as you go round a bend at a tremendous speed? It was ridiculously expensive, and even though I pointed out that it was a waste of money, he still bought it.

From there, we went on to the sea-life centre, which was also on the South Bank. Although it was aimed mainly at kids, we both still enjoyed it. Will bought me a cuddly toy fish from the souvenir shop, which I named 'Flounder' like in the Little Mermaid, and insisted on cuddling it on the way out, much to Will's amusement.

By now it was 5, and we'd spent longer in the aquarium than I'd expected, taking far too many photos once more, leaving us about two hours to get to our next activity.

Heading towards the West-End, we stopped in Costa for a quick snack and a drink, seeing as we were still both too full after our late lunch to have tea just yet.

"So what are we seeing?" Will asked, having guessed successfully again, that we were here to see a show once I'd told him to head in the direction of the theatres.

"Mamma Mia." I replied straight-faced, watching as he unsuccessfully tried to hide his distaste. Unfortunately, I started laughing at his attempts at impartiality, ruining the effect. I may not have known what Will would like to do in London, but I had managed to figure out that watching a musical whose hardcore fan base was made up of 50 year old women, wasn't quite his cup of tea.

"Sorry, I couldn't resist. No, we're going to see the Lion King."

"Seriously?" His face lit up at that.

"Seriously." I confirmed, relieved that he seemed to like the show I'd picked. I had panicked that he'd hate musicals, but thankfully that fear appeared to be unfounded.

"Man, I loved that movie when I was a kid. I still do! Thank goodness Yves isn't here to keep going on about them stealing the plot of Hamlet." I raised my eyebrows at that.

"I know, only Yves." He replied, sensing my disbelief. We both laughed. It definitely seemed like a Yves Benedict thing to do, and I'd only met him once!

"Come on then." I said, glancing at my watch. We'd dawdled from the South Bank, and it was now ten to seven, meaning the show started in forty minutes.

"We'd better be going- we don't want to be late."

After finishing the dregs of our respective drinks, we headed out towards the theatre, taking our seats as the auditorium began to fill up. They weren't the best seats in the house, not by a long stretch, but I'd been fortunate go get any at all at such short notice.

The show passed in a riot of colour, dance and song. I loved every moment, joining the rest of the audience, and Will, in a standing ovation for the cast and cheering for an encore.

When the curtains finally closed, we headed back out onto the streets in search of food, having not eaten properly since lunch. We settled for a take-out Wagamamas in the end, since we didn't fancy sitting in a restaurant at half nine at night amongst all the clubbers.

We took a taxi back to the flat, which I didn't complain about. It was absolutely pouring with rain, and I enjoyed taking the opportunity to snuggle up with Will in the backseat. He hadn't been able to stop talking about how much he'd enjoyed the performance since we'd left the theatre.

"-and the dancers were so good!"

"I know." I replied, laughing. His enthusiasm was endearing. Climbing out of the cab after Will paid our driver, we dashed into the complex so as not to get caught in the downpour.

Still soaked, despite our attempts to stay dry, we headed inside. Will insisted on me showering and changing into dry clothes to warm up immediately. It was sweet. Having not packed anything particularly substantial, he leant me his hoody, which I paired with my leggings. Whilst I was in the shower, he changed out of his damp jeans into the outfit he wore last night when we got back to the restaurant.

By the time I'd gotten out of the shower and changed, he'd laid the table and was re-heating our meals in the microwave. Taking a seat, as instructed, he passed me my now piping hot curry, before grabbing his own and joining me at the table. I managed to eat nearly three-quarters of my curry before Will had finished his meal, despite having a head start, but I was improving. Still, I doubted I'd ever be able to wolf my food down as quickly as the human dustbin.

"Thank you for today, sweetheart; I've really enjoyed it."

"You're welcome." I smiled. "I hope you like what I've got planned for tomorrow just as much."

"I'm sure I will." He answered, kissing me sweetly.

We headed straight to bed pretty much immediately after, both of us exhausted from a pretty hectic day of sightseeing. It was still raining heavily outside when I went to shut my curtains. I had a pretty good view from my window, so I could see the whole city being consumed by the deluge. Shivering, I crawled into bed with Flounder, glad to be tucked up warm and dry. In no time at all, I drifted off, excited for what tomorrow would bring.

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