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Stay Till The A.M

Chapter Two


I lose Frankie as she pushes her way towards the front. The word must have got out as the club is literally jammed with people and I'm starting to become irritable as people push their way into me. Taking my eyes off Harry, I start to step back and out of the crowd as I head back to our table where we left our drinks. Typical of Frankie to just up and leave the cocktails as some weirdo has misplaced them. Maybe it was a good idea someone took them as anything could have happened, I don't want to risk my chances of being spiked.

As the music gets louder I find I am in need for another cigarette. I don't usually chain smoke unless I am drinking so I know at the weekends I'm more likely to smoke a stupid amount compared during the week. Plus I need to get some air as I can hardly breathe in this place. As I step out into the smoking again for the second time I only see a few guys that obviously weren't too bothered about the special guest. My attention is soon taken from him as I notice immediately the guy by the car is still in the same position and looking my way once again.
I shrug it off as I look away again and light up my cigarette. I wonder what he's thinking as I slowly glance over to him. He's checking his watch, he must be so fed up waiting around. He's obviously Harry's driver.

"There you are! Frankie has only gone upto the DJ deck. Harry's face lit up when he saw her" Daisy gushes as she sits down on a chair and I sit next to her. "Why are you out here alone?" She asks as she lights up one of her own.

"Needed some air it's so busy in there now." I answer and she nods. I look away again as an image of Frankie with Harry plays in my head. It's been years since I've seen him, I lost all contact but I know Frankie tweets him now and then, even they lost the majority of their friendship. It's hard when I think about Harry because a lot of my past lies with him, my first years into woman hood involved him and now I'm even older and alot more wiser.

"You should just get it on with Toby." I catch Daisy off guard as she gives me a shocked look. "You've wanted to all night I've been watching you both" I add and she looks away as she tries to hide her cheeks. She blushes so easily.

"I don't want to talk about Toby. I want to talk about Harry!" Daisy exclaims and I turn my head back to the guy by the car as he's now on the phone. I take a final drag and dispose the bud again. "You should go and see him" She adds and I shake my head.

"I'm not going back in there. People are reckless!" I snap and I stand up as I straighten my outfit out. "Tell him I said hi if you can even get near him." I add before starting to climb the wall.

"Leia! Where are you going?" Daisy shouts and I concentrate on lifting myself up.

"Home!" I shout as I manage to get on top of the wall. I look at Daisy and I wave forgetting my balance is so poor, I fall back and hit my head on the pavement. Fuck. I slowly lift my head as I hear Daisy scream and I try to slowly pick myself up.

"Are you alright?" A deep voice asks and I nod as I hold the back of my head. "Let me help you." He adds and I feel two hands pulling me up. I slowly look at the guy and realise it's him, the one that's been stood by the car all this time.

"Thanks but I'm fine." I answer and I straighten myself out once again. The embarrassment of my accident causes me to quickly turn on my heel and I ignored every bit of pain that powers through my body.

"There's a taxi over there. Let me get you home." I watch as the guy walks towards the taxi and is already indicating for him to wind his window down. As much as I want to tell this guy that I can make my own way home I know I'm probably not sage incase my head throbs any harder and I get some sort of concussion. "What's your address love?" Love!? I can't believe a stranger has just called me that, you can tell he's been around Harry for a while.

I give the taxi driver my address and I climb in the back seat. The guy who I've not even asked his name, looks down at me as he holds the door open.

"Thanks." I say as I just want to get home now, I've made a complete fool out of myself and now I'm ready to get in my bed and hide away from the world.

"Take it easy!" He says and he shuts the door. I look away from him as the taxi pulls away and I glance in the rear view mirror at the taxi driver. This is now how I planned my night to end.

Once stepping into my flat I sigh with relief as I close the front door after me. Kicking off my heels in the hallway, I head towards the living room to find Sam fast asleep on the sofa with Dirty Dancing still playing on TV. She can never watch a film without falling asleep, I don't think she knows any endings to anything she's ever watched.
I grab the blanket and I slowly lift it over her. She doesn't even stir as she's completely out of it. I grab the remote and I turn the tv off. The silence is somehow quite nice but a little bit scary as I've come from such a noise and hectic place.

I head into the kitchen and I fill the kettle up from the cold water tap. Prehaps a nice cup of tea before bed will help my body relax a little. As I like my idea I suddenly feel the throbbing pain return on the back of my head, maybe the first thing I should do is get a bag of frozen peas to prevent the swelling. So I head to the freezer as I start mentally cursing myself again, why did I try to wave to Daisy whilst climbing a wall? Why am I so stupid? That guy must have thought I was such a weirdo and I really don't blame him.

I start thinking about Frankie and how much fun she's probably having as she catches up with Harry. Maybe this is fate telling me that I shouldn't have been rude and I should have said hello to him. My mind can wonder all night but it's not going to change my actions or the consequences I'm now dealing with as sitting here at the kitchen table waiting for the kettle to boil whilst holding a bag of peas to my head is certainly not my idea of fun.

Notes

Just a short chapter but they will get longer as I'm just finding my feet. Thank you for the three votes already, I really appreciate it x


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