I've heard you talk about
How you want someone just like me
But every time I ask you out
(time I ask you out)
We never move past friendly no, no

And you never how
I stare when we're alone
Or wonder why I keep you on the phone

I've made it obvious
Done everything but sing it
I'm not so good with words
And since you never notice
The way that we belong
I'll say it in a love song

You are my very first thought in the morning

And my last at nightfall

You are my love that came without warning

I need you
I want you to know

I've made it obvious
So finally I'll sing it
I've crushed on you so long
I'm not so good with words
And since you never notice
The way that we belong
I'll say it in a love song

And sing it until the day you're holding me
I've wanted you so long but on and on you get me wrong
I more then adore you but since you never seem to see

But you never seem to see
I'll say it in this love song

-Obvious, Westlife    ***** London was always pretty in March. Winter gave in to the blossoming spring, bringing forth flowers and colours, inspite of the slight chill in the air. Quiet akin to autumn. And autumn somehow felt like her favourite season. Especially after the past year. They were both in London, for a magazine shoot. The weather was perfect, and being in a different country felt almost relieving.   Things between them, had been ...well, tense. The drama had ended in January and for the month following that, they had spent so much time together, on shoots and otherwise, that it didn't feel like the drama had ended. At least not to her... She sat on the set of the shoot waiting for him to join her. It had been more than a month since their drama, and she still felt like she was In Ha. It didn't help that he still treated her the way he treated her, when he was Dal Po. The stares that caught her in her unawares, the slight touches of hand when she least expected it, the never-ending teasing and laughter- so much of the laughter.  She was besotted by the way he took care of her.  And somewhere deep down, she knew how besotted he was by her..  Right then, he walked in, striding away into the room, with long legs, quietly, yet making an entrance. There was something about his gait, and the way he carried himself, that made everyone around him stop and stare. There was a certain charisma that made him inescapable in the eyes of other people.  And like always, she couldn't help but stare. And smile. His eyes found her, as always, lighting his face up into a beautiful smile as he made his way over to where she was sitting. "Good morning!" He said. "You are in a good mood..." She quipped chirpily. He pulled up a chair next to hers and flopped down on it. "I like London."  She smirked. "And why is that?"  He smiled in his heartbreaking-breathtaking-oh-so-cute way, making her skip a heartbeat, "Because!" "Because?" She egged. "The weather's nice...and the people are nice...because no one knows us and no one bothers us...And the weather is nice...And you look pretty today...Also, the weather is nice!" He ranted, flashing another cheeky grin.  She laughed. "That's a long list! Good weather and no paparazzi, good enough for you to not want to spend the whole day in your hotel room and sleep away your holiday?" He grinned at her. "You forgot yourself. How can I sleep away in the hotel room when you're out here, looking so pretty?" "Aiiiishhhhhhh..." She blushed and playfully hit his arm.  "Wae..!!?" He laughed. "You never believe me when I compliment you!" "Of course... You are always joking!"  He turned serious immediately. "I'm not. You know that. And yet you won't believe me." He said, looking into her eyes with a look that she couldn't decipher. A look that made her heart thump louder. Someone called out at that moment, saying that they needed to get ready for the shoot, breaking the moment. She let out her breath that she didn't know she was holding.  That guy, he really set her heart racing.  ***** The shoot was long slow and tiring, so much that when her staff asked her after the wrap up, if she wanted to go out for dinner with them, she declined deciding to take a raincheck instead.  He caught her just as she was getting ready to take a cab back to the hotel. "Oi. Going back to the hotel?" He asked. She nodded. "Yeah. I'm tired. Wanna hang out at the hotel?"  He looked at her tilting his head, frowning slightly. "Why are you tired? You're never tired." She narrowed her eyes. "Why can't I be tired?"  He flashed her a sheepish grin, and grabbed her hand pulling her out towards the curb of their shooting location. "Come on, let's get you some rest!"  Not having the strength to argue back, she simply followed his lead as he hailed down a cab and instructed the driver where to go, as she sat, nursing her slight headache that seemed to be growing by the minute. ***** He punched in her hotel card, unlocking the door to her suite. Her headache had just gotten worse in the car ride back to the hotel. She was rubbing her head as he got them inside her suite and dragged her to the bedroom making her sit on the bed.  "Lie down" he said, looking concerned. "I'll call the restaurant below for tea. Do you want something to eat? You didn't eat lunch either...Pretty sure you skipped breakfast as well" She shook her head, the movement making her feel nauseous all of a sudden. He look at her and mumbled something under his breath, as he came and pushed her to lay her head on the pillows. She groaned as the full blast of her headache hit her. He mumbled something and suddenly there was quiet.  She lifted her he