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Elle decided that today was going to be her day.

She sprung out of bed, applied her makeup, pulled together a cute outfit and was out the door by 11am.

She had only been living in New York for a few months because Luke decided it was the best place to stay. At first she thought he meant it was the best for both of them - a large city with so much to do that a couple in love could never get bored - and maybe part of him did, at the time. But he spent most of his time in the VIP sections of clammy clubs and sleazy bars to even remember why they moved their in the first place.

She hadn't seen anything - the Empire State Building, the Statue Of Liberty, Times Square, Brooklyn, Queens. She hadn't taken the subway, or whistled for a yellow cab, or eaten a pretzel. She hadn't experienced anything exciting while living in the Big Apple, and for once, she wanted to be a tourist. She wanted a day where she didn't have to think about what Luke was doing or worry about where he was, to breathe for bit.

And she did. She walked for blocks and took pictures and felt slightly free of responsibilites - to which she scolded herself for. Her boyfriend of 3 years shouldn't be a responsibility and she certainly shouldn't feel like a weight has been lifted from her shoulders just by leaving the house for a couple of hours.

She was too intrigued by a feeling she hadnt felt in months that she didn't notice the clicking of cameras or footsteps of paps waiting for a glimpse of Luke Hemmings' girlriend, and had no clue that Luke was marching home from the bar he was sat in, slightly tipsy to confront Elle.