Falling in Harmony: Chapter 10

A winter weekend outing to Portobello Market turns heated...

Hello! I’m back with another new instalment of Meg & Leo’s story (sorry it’s been a while, I hope you haven’t been waiting too impatiently!)

When I sat down to start writing this one, I’d intended it to be a half-and-half, switching between each of their points of view. But apparently Leo wanted to take charge this time, and it would have been rude not to let him, right?

I hope you enjoy how things are developing (I know I am - honestly, it’s a surprise to me where this pair want to take things sometimes! It’s their story, I’m just writing it), and maybe next time we’ll get to hear from Meg.

If you need to catch up on the last chapter, or are just joining us and want to start from the beginning, here are all the links.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9

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If I spend any more time visiting the store where Meg works, they’re going to try and sign me up for a loyalty card or something. But I can’t stay away when I know it might be my only opportunity to see her for over a week.

I persuaded her to tell me when she takes her lunch break the other day and managed a snatched half hour in the store’s restaurant, tucked away in the corner so we had some privacy, although I could tell she felt nervous about being seen by too many of her colleagues. And she only allowed me the barest peck of her lips, it hardly counted as a proper kiss, as we said goodbye at the lifts on her floor. The blush on her face as she hurried away was adorable though.

I can understand her caution, this is all so new between us, and there are probably policies about employee behaviour that we’d be contravening if I backed her into one of the changing rooms and kissed her like I really wanted to.

I’m hoping today, away from her workplace, she’ll feel freer to be the confident, sassy, sexy Meg I remember from the night of the concert. I smile to myself in anticipation of spending as much of the day as possible with her. A smile which earns me a judgemental frown from the elderly woman sitting opposite me on the tube. Apparently smiling on the London Underground is still not the done thing.

I find Meg already on the platform at Baker Street where we arranged to meet, first spotting the fiery cascade of her hair through the crowd, her head bobbing in all directions as she tries to catch sight of me. When she does, the smile that lights up her face is blinding. Imagine, that amount of joy as seeing me. If it weren’t for the throng of people at my back it might have knocked me off my feet.