Katie McGrath - Meant to be

Chapter 1

"What are you doing?" I asked Charleen as we were sitting outside this beautiful Café in Paris. It was just a small walk away fron the Seine.

"Nothing." She said smiling,biting her lip, not looking up from her phone.

It was that smile. The one you know you didn't cause. Someone else did.
And it wasn't the fist time.

You see Charleen and I have been kind of together for 3 years now. But she does fuck other men from time to time. She doesn't know that I know.
I've looked past it for all this time. But I don't know how much longer I am able to.
She goes back to her ex frequently and it's starting to piss me off.

"Charly.." I sighed taking a sip of my black Tea.

Her facial expression quickly went from shock to bright red, she turned off her phone and looked at me. "What? It's just Patrick." she said rolling her eyes.

Oh right her ex. I think we all can imagine what happend before her face flushed red.

"I am sick of this behavior Charly. We came to Paris to spend time together for our goddamn 3 year anniversary. But I guess that's not that important to you anymore is it?" I said wanting to scoot my chair backwards to get up, only to foolishly bump into someone, their hot beverage pouring down my neck.

"Oh my god. I am so so sorry." I heard a beautifully raspy voice behind me.

Charly only laughed at me.

"It's okay it was my fault." I retorted taking napkins from the square table infront of me.

"Let me help you. You are absolutely drenched." I could now hear her rich irish accent, it was very sweet, and kind of familiar. She was collecting napkins from a table near us and started to soak up the tea she just spilled.

I looked up into the most beautiful ocean eyes I have ever seen. Katie McGrath.

"Katie McGrath.." I whispered.

She was still frantically trying to soak up as much liquid as she could.
She looked up. Stopped. "Oh my.. Sophie?" she asked shocked.

Now if I told you I was utterly confused as to how the hell she knew my name it would be the understatemend of the century. How did she know my name?

"How? I- what?" was the only thing that came ot of my mouth while still looking deeply into her eyes, which she did too.

I swear I could have seen a 'Zing'.
"Uhm.. This might sound very crazy but-" Katie started to speak but was very rudely interrupted by Charly fake coughing.
We snapped out of our staring contest and looked at her.

Jealous. She was jealous.

"She's mine. Back off bitch." she said standing up. So did I.

"Oh you don't get to call her that! And yours? since when? You are srewing your ex just about every week for the past 3 years we've been 'together'. I am not yours. Never was. Never will be." I exclaimed angrily. It never bothered me this much before. She was my Highschool crush for the longest time and since that one party my then dream came true. Great dream.

Katie took a step backwards looking between the two of us.

"You know what? I call that Bitch what I want when I want it you understand me!? I am sick of playing around! You were just the quick nice fuck every now and then. God Patrick is just so much better at hitting the right spots." she said smirking.

Now what she's referring to is not what you might've thought it was.
That night at the party, he was beating me up. Like scars even after 3 years beat up.

I chuckled bitterly, turned around and left.

I always had anger issues and now really isn't the right time to give in.
So I walked and walked.

Down the small street of the Café to the Seine. I was standing at the edge my hands balled up in fists, breathing heavily trying to calm down. I was never good with confrontation.

Then I remembered.
I left Katie McGrath standing at the Café. Oh my god am I stupid. Why the hell did I do that? Who in their right mind does that? No one.

I groaned frustratedly, balled my right hand into a fist and punched the already broken stone barrier between me and the river.

"Oh my.. Please don't do that.." I heard a soft voice followed by a hand on my left shoulder. I flinched slightly at the sudden warm sensation. The hand immediately leaving my body. Me feeling cold again.

I turned around. Katie.
"Sorry." We said at the same time.

"Sorry? What are you sorry for?" We both said again and chuckled slightly after.

I motioned for her to go first.
"I am sorry for scaring you just now. And I am sorry for what happened back there." the irish woman said sympathetically.

I looked at her. "And I am sorry you had to witness this whole mess and then I just took off without saying anything." I started to fidget with my fingers as soon as I started to speak. "And really it was just a matter of time before the whole thing blew up. Many things went wrong with us."

Katie took my hands in hers and I flinched a little as she touched my right hand. We both looked down and saw blood slowly making it's way down my fingers. I guess I was quite angry for letting such a beatiful woman at the Café.

"How about we sit down at that bench over there and talk for a little bit while I help you with your knuckles?" she said pointing at a bench just a few feet away from us.

I smiled and nodded.

Is this really happening right now?