I glance again at the screen. Flight UA176 Tulsa to LaGuardia Status Arrived. I crane my neck to see over the crowd. Nothing. Not even a glimmer of a blonde strand of hair. I'm so excited I can barely contain myself. Not that that phrase has ever made sense to me. I hold the flowers I've bought closely to me. Pink carnations and violets. Perfect, absolutely perfect. Again I stand on my tip-toes. A-ha! There he is, complete with perfectly coiffed blonde hair - not too unlike Gwenyth Paltrow's. I bullet my way through the crowd and virtually collapse into Taylor's arms.

'Gia!' he squeals my name. In normal circumstances I'd pay him out but I haven't seen him in four months so instead I make a mental note of it just in case I ever need it.

'Taylor!' I squeal right back. I think I'm hugging him too tight. I pull back and thrust the flowers at him, grinning a big fat cheesy grin. He looks at them and throws a mock scowl in my direction,

'Am I supposed to say thankyou?'

'Yuh-huh,'

'Well, thank you,'

'No problemo. How was your flight?'

'Okay... stale peanuts,' he smiles. I once again launch myself into his chest. He falters, taken aback but recovers quickly and returns my embrace. 'Can you believe it? We're going to be living together,' his voice sounds muffled. I believe the fact that he's saying it with a mouthful of my hair might have something to do with that.

'What took you so long to move over? It's already been a whole year!'

'I know, I know...Can you believe it though? A whole year. I swear it feels like only a week ago that we were sitting in your room saying goodbye,'

'I know,' I pull back and look down at his stuff, which consists of a suitcase and a small on-board case. Not bad for Taylor standards: he usually travels with three suitcases. His whole freaking wardrobe, 'Let's go,' I sling his small carry-on over my shoulder while he hoists his suitcase onto the trolley that I've hired, 'When's the rest of your stuff getting here?'

'The removalists should be here tomorrow morning,'

'Cool. You realise we've never lived together before...'

'I realise. Zac and Isaac have their bets placed as to how long it'll be before one of us moves out,'

'Yeah, I'm giving it a week'

'I'm giving it until you start PMS-ing,'

'Oh, then you'll last a day,'

'Shit,' he mutters.

'When are you due to start?'

'Start what?'

'PMS-ing,'

'You're too much of a smart ass for your own good,' Taylor remarks as we weave our way through the masses. We finally make our way to the cab rank. We stand there in silence just shooting grins at each other. The relief I feel is almost palpable, I love just standing here with Taylor, not even having to speak. He's the only person which I feel like I don't have to explain myself to, he instantly understands what I'm trying to say. A cab pulls up and we haul Taylor's stuff into the trunk. Getting in I puff out to the driver,

'The City, Spring St, off West Broadway. Near Washington Square Park,' I add to clarify. Taylor smirks,

'Ah see the gal has learnt what it's lahk to live in such a huge cit-ay,' Taylor states this in a thick Midwestern accent. I giggle,

'Indeed I have, dawhling,' I reply in the best New Yorker accent I can muster.

'Oh Christ,' He laughs as he casually places his arm around me and shifts down in his seat spreading his legs out. I nudge his thigh softly,

'You never could keep 'em closed,' I murmur and widen my eyes innocently.

'As you'll soon find out. I plan on running rampant around this town,' he looks at me mockingly, 'I'm going to do every good looking chick I find,'

'I bet you are,'

'Starting with you, honey,'

'Keep dreaming,' I chuckle. We sit in silence down Northern Boulevard and when we get onto the Fifty-ninth Street Bridge and the lights of Manhattan are visible I whisper to Taylor 'Home, sweet home,' and he takes my hand and gives it a small squeeze. ------