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the crying. My heart is heavy in my chest and my legs still weary. The wet drizzle matches my mood, and I find shelter in the nearest bar. Switching my phone back on, it's clear that the word must be out in work. There are six missed calls from Adam. Nothing from Nick. He's probably on a plane now to New York and as far as I'm concerned, the further away, the better. I send a quick text.
Me: Soho after work? You, me and a bottle of tequila xx
Adam: Fuck work. C u in 10 xx
True to his word, Adam appears right on cue. I watch him as he walks into the bar, looking around till he spots me. His worried face brightens up as he sees me, waving to him from the corner. As he approaches, I notice two girls at a table nearby checking him out. I usually forget how cute he is, he's just my Adam. And bending down to kiss my cheek, wipe my tears, today more than ever, I'm grateful for his support.
Many drinks later and it all doesn't seem so bad. I find myself laughing, wondering how I could have been so upset earlier. Adam really can be hilarious when he's on a roll. He's so sweet and so loyal to me. And did I ever mention he has a really cute ass? I giggle as I tell him about the girls across the bar, who have left long ago.
When my giggles turn to slurring, the events of the day finally catch up with me and combined with the alcohol I suddenly feel like I've hit a brick wall. Sensible as ever, I decide it's time to check myself out.
"Adam, I think I need to go home now." I smile meekly, then hiccup. "Oops, pardon me!"
Used to my drinking foibles, Adam just rolls his eyes. "Yeah, I think you do. I'll get a cab - no Tube for you tonight, my dear." He pats my hand.
He's right as usual. Attempting to stand up, I wobble and it's clear I'm worse for wear. There's a rush of fresh air as we walk out onto the street and I take Adam's arm to steady myself. We arrive at my flat as if by magic, and I have no recollection of the journey. Did I black out? I remember that all I've eaten today is some popcorn and sweets.
I'm glad when Adam says he'll see me in. "Where's your keys, Holly?" Adam manages to fish my keys from my bag and open the door. The flat is in darkness. I’m grateful for Adam's help once more, knowing there's no way I could manage the lock in my current state. Inside, Adam puts the kettle on but I'm already opening that bottle of Champagne I was saving for a special occasion.
"Holly, are you sure that's a good idea?" says Adam, his voice gentle. "I think you've had enough.”
"Ah, I'm fine Adam." I slur. "Fuck it, life's too short!" I manage to pop the cork and pour two glasses. The two of us slump on the sofa. I'm not sure what comes over me, but I can't stop thinking just how darned cute Adam is. His hair, his eyes, mmm ... and the way he looks at me. The last thing I remember is leaning towards him, and our lips lock at last.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The morning after the night before. I don't know what time it is, but the darkness outside the window tells me it's still early. Something's not right. I can't remember why exactly, but I have that sinking feeling that I've done something stupid, although I'm not sure what.
My heart starts to race with dread. I try to open my eyes, and realise that moving my head isn't a great idea. The blinding headache sears through my temples, making me wince. I must remain still. Trying to swallow now, my mouth is stuck closed. Water. Please. I will surely die without moisture on my raw, dry throat. My mouth tastes rancid. A choky cough. Ouch.
I can't remember coming to bed last night. It's cold, no pyjamas. Wait, NO PYJAMAS? Holy crap. I'm naked as the day I was born.
There are noises coming from the kitchen, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee is wafting through the open bedroom door. Usually it's a smell I adore, but right now it's making me retch. It can’t be Tara, she’s away for the weekend. Still, I allow myself to hope.
"Tara?" my voice croaks.
The voice that answers me
Me: Soho after work? You, me and a bottle of tequila xx
Adam: Fuck work. C u in 10 xx
True to his word, Adam appears right on cue. I watch him as he walks into the bar, looking around till he spots me. His worried face brightens up as he sees me, waving to him from the corner. As he approaches, I notice two girls at a table nearby checking him out. I usually forget how cute he is, he's just my Adam. And bending down to kiss my cheek, wipe my tears, today more than ever, I'm grateful for his support.
Many drinks later and it all doesn't seem so bad. I find myself laughing, wondering how I could have been so upset earlier. Adam really can be hilarious when he's on a roll. He's so sweet and so loyal to me. And did I ever mention he has a really cute ass? I giggle as I tell him about the girls across the bar, who have left long ago.
When my giggles turn to slurring, the events of the day finally catch up with me and combined with the alcohol I suddenly feel like I've hit a brick wall. Sensible as ever, I decide it's time to check myself out.
"Adam, I think I need to go home now." I smile meekly, then hiccup. "Oops, pardon me!"
Used to my drinking foibles, Adam just rolls his eyes. "Yeah, I think you do. I'll get a cab - no Tube for you tonight, my dear." He pats my hand.
He's right as usual. Attempting to stand up, I wobble and it's clear I'm worse for wear. There's a rush of fresh air as we walk out onto the street and I take Adam's arm to steady myself. We arrive at my flat as if by magic, and I have no recollection of the journey. Did I black out? I remember that all I've eaten today is some popcorn and sweets.
I'm glad when Adam says he'll see me in. "Where's your keys, Holly?" Adam manages to fish my keys from my bag and open the door. The flat is in darkness. I’m grateful for Adam's help once more, knowing there's no way I could manage the lock in my current state. Inside, Adam puts the kettle on but I'm already opening that bottle of Champagne I was saving for a special occasion.
"Holly, are you sure that's a good idea?" says Adam, his voice gentle. "I think you've had enough.”
"Ah, I'm fine Adam." I slur. "Fuck it, life's too short!" I manage to pop the cork and pour two glasses. The two of us slump on the sofa. I'm not sure what comes over me, but I can't stop thinking just how darned cute Adam is. His hair, his eyes, mmm ... and the way he looks at me. The last thing I remember is leaning towards him, and our lips lock at last.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The morning after the night before. I don't know what time it is, but the darkness outside the window tells me it's still early. Something's not right. I can't remember why exactly, but I have that sinking feeling that I've done something stupid, although I'm not sure what.
My heart starts to race with dread. I try to open my eyes, and realise that moving my head isn't a great idea. The blinding headache sears through my temples, making me wince. I must remain still. Trying to swallow now, my mouth is stuck closed. Water. Please. I will surely die without moisture on my raw, dry throat. My mouth tastes rancid. A choky cough. Ouch.
I can't remember coming to bed last night. It's cold, no pyjamas. Wait, NO PYJAMAS? Holy crap. I'm naked as the day I was born.
There are noises coming from the kitchen, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee is wafting through the open bedroom door. Usually it's a smell I adore, but right now it's making me retch. It can’t be Tara, she’s away for the weekend. Still, I allow myself to hope.
"Tara?" my voice croaks.
The voice that answers me
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