Harry's POV: 

Now it was finally over. We said goodbye to our math and English professors and left the building of the university. London and I wanted to go into town today to go buy her dress and my suit. All the time last evening on our date I had persuaded London that I would buy her the dress. Her parents didn't care anyway and I wanted to make her a special gift.

Together we drove in my Range Rover in central London and parked in a free parking just in a street near Oxfordstreet. I grabbed London's hand and led her past a Starbucks Coffe, in which we quickly got us a drink.

I walked sipping my mango and passion fruit smoothie, her with her cherry tea, along Oxford Street and the numerous shops. London had suffered a slight head cold, so she opted for a warm drink, although it was very hot that day. Usually I wouldn't just walk through London without having the photograph and fans running after me, yelling my name. It felt good to carelessly stroll around again.

"You feel a bit better tho?"

"Marcel, this is at least the fifth time you have been asking me this," London chuckled and took another sip of red beverage.

"I just worry about you," I admitted, tightening my grip around her hand.

Again I was blessed by one of her smiles. "Yes, til Saturday I'll be fine, I guess."

Saturday. I had maintained to this day for so long, and now there were only two more days left until I would finally tell London that I wasn't who she thought I was. Only at the thought my heart was pounding against my chest. On the other hand, this would finally load the shit off my shoulders. The lies would stop and she would know the truth eventually.

Grinning, I took her to the first one, Gucci. I had totally forgotten that London wasn't used to these kind of stores, let alone wanted to enter them. I remembered the evening as she had told me that she hated superficial celebrities. Probably this sentence was also meant for their clothes-choice.

"Do we need to go in here?" She groaned, pulling a disgusted grimace. 

"Well, it's your graduation, so you need to be well dressed."

"But I can therefore get a nice dress at topshop for example."

"But I want you to feel special..."

"Marcel, just because I would wear an extremely expensive dress, doesn't mean that I would feel 'special'. Your hand is enough to me." She smiled at me, almost yanking me away from the gilded entrance, back to the other stores.

One thing was for sure, London would never be one of those chicks who would talk about the latest Chanel bag. Somehow I liked it. She was very different from the girls I had dated before I had met her.

***

"So... is there another size?" London whispered behind the curtain of the fitting room.

The next words I said hurt my soul.

"No, babe, this is the only size they had left."

"Oh..." I heard her muttering, then a silence followed.

London shouldn't worry. We would find another dress. Just because the one she really wanted, didn't fit,  didn't mean that she wouldn't find another one. At Topshop, there were hundreds of dresses that were in her size. Just because this one was too small by an inch it wasn't the end of the world. But my mind was blown away when I heard a sob. I frowned and wanted to assure me that I hadn't misheard that noise, before I could hear another whimper.

I tried to see past the curtain, as I saw London in the mirror. She covered her face with her hands, while the dress was lying on her lap as if she had put it together very carefully, so as not to ruin it.

"Babe? Are you crying?" I whispered to pay no attention to us, because I knew that that was the last thing she wanted at the moment.

"Please, Marcel, g-get out..." she pleaded, trying to frantically wipe away the tears.

I entered the cabin now completely, drewing the curtain, so we were alone in a confined space. I slowly squatted down before her and took her hands in mine. Her bloodshot eyes with the dull blue looked at me sadly and just to see them in this state made it hard, not too do the same. Yes, I know that this doesn't sound like a male talking, but fuck that.

"What's the matter, babe?" I pushed my glasses up my nose, so they wouldn't fall down. They were still too big.

"I don't fit in any clothes... I'm just too fat."

"What? Are you kidding me? London, babe, you are anything but never in the world you would be fat. You have sexy curves and I love them as much as I love your blue eyes and the one billion dollar smile!" Did I really say sexy?

Her lips curved into a faint grin, as she giggled softly.

"One billion dollar smile?" She raised an eyebrow, biting her lip.

I nodded, completely distracted by what she was doing there. I was almost fallen into a trance.

"I just think that I'm not even near to all those models, who have an amazing body..."

"Don't say that. If you would stand next to one of those far too skinny girls, I would prefer you. They are just bones covered in skin and that's it."

"Really?" She pouted her lips, but I knew that she didn't do it on purpose.

"Yes," I agreed and gave her a kiss on the still pouting mouth. "I love you, just the way you are. I mean look at you, you fell in love with a total nerd." I winked at her before she burst out into laughter.

"Yes, and I would never prefer any hot guy before you!"

Oh mother of God. Whatsoever ... What have I done.

***

After hours walkig through London, we had found any dress and were on our way back to London's house. I had promised her a surprise for the next day and assured her that she would still get a matching dress. Even if the size wasn't the problem, rather London's expectations didn't really fit with what the business sold. As crazy as it sounds, but London didn't find a single dress 'pretty'. However, she told me more and more about her taste, while she complained about the clothes I was presenting her. I now knew what dress I could buy her.

"Please come inside, I guess my parents aren't home yet and I don't want to be alone when I can be with you..." Her words made my heart pounding against my already exploding chest.

"Okay, but just for one more hour, babe."

She nodded eagerly, opening the front door. When we stepped inside it smelled like meat and sizzling fat from the pan. London frowned and slammed the door behind us. Suddenly we heard a voice.

"Scarlet? Are you home?" Had she really called her Scarlet? I thought that she wanted to be called London only ...

"Ugh, yes mum, since when do you even care?" London replied.

"Don't talk to you mother like this," a deep male voice interfered. I assumed that it was her father who was talking.

My suspicion was confirmed as her parents entered the hallway and her mood of anger transformed into faked joy.

London really hadn't lied when she said that her parents were playing a false game.

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Trying to finish this book this weekend :) I can't wait to write the final chapter tho.x 

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