The Nanny [Jimmy Fallon]

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Our trip to London went by in a blur, and before I knew it we were on our way to Sydney, on the extremely long flight which wasn't anywhere near as bad as I expected. Half of it, from London to Dubai, was an overnight so I managed to sleep for 7 hours, and the rest was spent watching movies. Louisa was sat beside me, and Dave on her other side, keeping a well need distance between us. 

We'd quickly come to our senses after those few drunken nights. Dave was a friend, a really good friend, and the line had stupidly become blurred in our vulnerable states. We knew better - and nothing further had happened after that night at the party. I had wanted to take things further, and I knew he did too, but we somehow managed to stop ourselves. I was so, so thankful that we'd had the sense, otherwise things would be a lot more awkward now.

I just couldn't rid my mind of Jimmy. I had tried - through Dave, through partying - through everything. I needed to face that he was out of my life now, and try to move on, but something was telling me in the back of my mind to hold out a little longer. Plus, I wouldn't even know how to start getting over him. The last time it had taken over a year before I stopped thinking of him daily, and even then I was still completely head over heels for him.

I wasn't even sure what it was. He was 44, a divorcee with a ton of baggage including two kids. He had lied to me, betrayed me, let me down. He had cheated on his wife with two of his nanny's - Jimmy Fallon was no saint. And here we were, him letting me down for what should have been the final time, yet I knew that if he asked, I would be back in a heartbeat.

We got to Sydney around 1PM local time, although I had lost all concept of time now and I was in a permanent state of exhaustion. I wasn't used to changing time zones like this, and it was definitely taking it's toll on me - on our first day, I was tucked up in bed for 8PM. We had a full day of interviews tomorrow, before our final premiere in the evening.

"Hey," Dave smiled nervously at me the following morning as we arrived at our first interview, which was on an Australian morning show, and it was very early. I'd already had a cup of coffee this morning in the hotel, but grabbed another one straight away the second we got there, feeling a little more alert from the first sip. Dave joined me, pouring one for himself.

"Morning," I smiled back at him. "Good sleep?"

"Not bad. You?"

"Yeah, same. I was passed out really early."

"Yeah, me too. It's so hot here, too."

"I know."

What was with this small talk? This wasn't us. We were good friends, and I would hate to think that this past week had ruined all that. "Dave," I sighed, turning to face him. "I know it might be tough, but could we like try and forget the past few days haven't happened? I don't want things being awkward, or us being weird around each other."

I watched as a smile spread across his face. "Yeah, me neither, Izzie. We were friends before - why can't it just go back to that?"

Somehow, I knew it wasn't going to be that simple. 

We briefly met the interviewers, a man and a woman who seemed really friendly, which put me more at ease. I still wasn't used to doing interviews, let alone those that would be broadcast live. However, with Dave here I knew I could just let him take the reigns if I struggled with anything.