Welcome back, reading part one and part two will improve you're understanding of this, but not totally necessary. Tigpop did point out ages back that as I was creating the story and following along with Season 16, I could change the outcome of the Greater Love Episode, but it never crossed my mind at the time of writing it, so Leo will die in the upcoming chapters. Sorry. I hadn't anticipated that curve ball when I started what I hoped would be a light and fluffy back story for S16. I have however tried to provide some positives from the tragedy and a reason for Harry's absence. This is the final section of the story; I described Part One as a musical fairy tale, so hopefully you'll be able to stick with it through the grit to the ending that we all know is coming.

Thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed in the past. You are all brilliant.

Just to remind you we left Part Two, with Nikki having been to visit New York for a long weekend. The two of them had a fabulous time together but as Nikki left she said, 'goodbye.' Something they had promised never to do when Harry left for New York. Now Harry feels like she left him and he doesn't like it, he doesn't like it at all…

And if you haven't read the other parts, the music that is featured at the top of each chapter, is usually the music playing in Harry's apartment building's lift. His doorman Jorge is an Elvis impersonator and learns the songs from the lift music. Harry, has joined Jorge and his lover Beto in the Elvis act and they recently won best newcomer in the North Eastern States, Elvis competition.

Chapter One

Monday 18th March

'There goes my reason for living,'

Harry may have been present at the Finance Committee meeting, his name was carefully recorded in the minutes as were Candy Brown's apologies, but Harry was only present in body. His mind was preoccupied by the unnerving and rather startling realisation that he had just had. Forty years he'd had, forty years and a month and he had finally figured out exactly what he wanted from life, or more precisely who he wanted in his life and it was only seconds later that that very same woman had said goodbye to him and walked out of his life forever.

How had this happened?

This time last year when Leo was beginning to lose it and Harry in desperation had started looking for a new job he had thought he had it all figured out. He would leave London, start again, get a good job, work hard but not ridiculously Lyell Centre hard, find a woman who could love him and settle down. It was easy, it was a great plan; it was fool proof. Then Harry must have been the fool because it didn't take account of the fact that the supposed passing crush he'd always had on his colleague was not a passing crush at all and six months on it was as solid and real as it had ever been. More solid and real, and more like love than any relationship he had ever been in before.

He loved her.

He wasn't sure whether he'd been denying it up until now or he genuinely hadn't realised it. But this had to be what love was.

He loved her!

He thought back to the moment he had looked up at the airport just a few days before and seen her standing in front of him, that smile on her face. The way she had introduced herself as his sister at the Molly's, walking in the park with her, watching her face as she sat entranced as Jorge sung. And then there were the memories of later that night, the feel of her kissing him. He couldn't stray far down that road…he was in a finance meeting after all and no one found numbers THAT fascinating.

Had she meant it when she'd said goodbye?

She'd told him that they had to stop.

Did mean it?

SHIT!

She was only doing exactly what he'd done six months before, giving them a clean break to move on with their lives, but now with her calling the shots he didn't like it. He didn't like it at all. Above everything else he hated the power play between them; it was her need for control that had pushed him to leave originally.

"I'm not leaving; I'm going home," she had said to him.

He would talk to her tonight. Make it alright again. She would have looked up that song, she would have seen the words, known that he meant he was a fool and that he would always love her. She would know. She would take pity on him again. She had to know, the weight of his discovery was making his whole body burn. She would know.

She had written in his guide book all that time ago 'It's up to you.' Well if it was up to him then he had to come up with a plan for getting her back.

But was it too late? It was six months too late. He had left and finally he began to feel the hurt and betrayal that Nikki must have been experiencing all the time he had been gone. And despite it all she had spoken to him every week, listened to his woes, given him advice and looked after his mother. He didn't deserve her, she deserved better than him but there was no getting round it.

Harry had fallen in love.

There Goes My Everything: Dallas Frazier, Elvis