“Wake up, wake up, wake up!” A voice cheered in excitement. I groaned rolling over in my bed. Fucking hell last night had been crazy. Sure, I hadn’t been drinking, I know, what people must think. That I’m a good girl who doesn’t want to do bad things like drink, and well I didn’t want to drink, because when you drink you get loose and after Darren I knew it would take a hell of a lot for me to want to sleep with someone again. And I hadn’t. Not since that night. I knew at some point I would need to talk to Jamie about this. But I was afraid. No one wants a damaged girlfriend who’s afraid to have sex.
I looked up to see Ashley; she was such a child sometimes. She stood there, her cheeks tinged pink by the cold winter air and her blonde hair shimmering down her back.
“Why are you so happy?” I moaned sitting up, my ears still ringing a bit from the thumping music of the previous night.
“Because,” she sang, “I’ve met the perfect man!”
I ran a hand through my hair, “is this lighter guy?” After the last song, when I’d met up with Ashley she’d gotten some guys number, she disappeared at about two to meet up with him anyway.
“Yes,” she said frowning at me, “what’s wrong with him?” she demanded.
I gave a laugh throwing the duvet off me, “you met him in the smoking area.” I laughed, “What a nice story for the children.”
“Shut up.” She said, “let the grown ups do the grown up stuff.” She said reminding me of our three year age gap.
I rolled my eyes at her, and got up and stretched.
“So…” she said, looking at my bed, “when do you wanna meet him?”
“Hmm,” I said, I thought for a minute, “won’t he be at Louis’ birthday party?”
“You were invited?” she asked me, looking hurt, I laughed. I walked over to where my jacket hung on the door of my wardrobe and pulled out the two invitations that Eleanor had given me the night before.
“One for you too,” I smiled handing her one, “it’s plus one, so you can bring smokey smokerson,” she went to pinch me but I jumped away from her.
“His name is Daniel,” she said, she glanced at the invite, “hmm, will Harry be there.” I shrugged.
“Probably,” I sighed, “I need to move past this, we’re going to be travelling in the same circles now so I may as well get used to seeing him everywhere.”
“It’s weird seeing him again.” She says, sitting down on my unmade bed, while I pull on some skinny jeans.
“I would be surprised if you weren’t. You were married.”
“You think I don’t know that?” she asked me, I shrugged.
I pulled on a leather jacket and grabbed my handbag; Ashley stood up and followed me out the door.
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“So which card for Louis?” Wendy pondered. We were standing in the Card Factory; she kept picking up various cards and then putting them back. “Should I get one with his age or do you think he’s too old for that now?”
I shrugged, “a card’s a card, just get him one.”
Wendy looked at me appalled, “he will open the card first, the card sets the mood for the present.”
“If you get him a shit card he’ll like the present more.” I sighed, shifting my weight onto the other foot. Wendy tsked at me before finally picking up a card with a ginger cat on it saying “have a purr-fect birthday.”
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Thunder
Fanfiction"I knew what I was doing throughout all of this, I knew what I was getting into. They may blame us, persecute us and say it was all our own fault, but do not let them weaken what we built, you are what I have been living for. I’m not afraid anymore...
