AN: can you believe we're seeing them and having recents every day? I'm so happy I could cry
enjoy this one <33
The next day, I was walking to the studio early when Julian called to update me on the end of his Irish trip. It was a hot but cloudy day, and the air smelled of coffee and rain.
I'd spent the night turning and tossing in bed, knowing I'd have to meet Nick again much sooner than I'd anticipated. He hadn't left my mind, not a second. And even in my dreams, I could feel his arms holding me against him, telling me it would be alright. I'd called Evie, and she had spent a good hour trying to distract me with baby names.
Plus, the envelope weighed like a ton in my purse. I still couldn't believe why Nick hadn't just given me my wallet the day before instead of leaving a note, neatly folded inside. I shouldn't have cried at this either, but I felt like this was justified enough.
'Your wallet was too heavy for the envelope. Meet me for dinner on Friday at the Rising Sun if you do want it back. Here's your card just in case, and your birthday gift. Happy birthday again. Hope I can be there next year.'
If I hadn't felt so bad, I would have smiled at the fact that he'd chosen the restaurant we went to the first time we met. But I had felt bad, and I cursed him for doing this just to see me again. It felt even worse that he'd left one plane ticket with it, for Athens. I had no choice but to go.
I hated him for doing that. And I wanted to hate him so bad that it would make me forget how much I missed him.
"Just one or two pints, 'cause I'm working full-time when I get back. Might even sleep there, seeing how much paperwork I've got," Julian said through the phone.
The sound of his voice was clear, a sign that he was still in his hotel room. It relaxed the ache in my shoulders a little.
"That makes both of us," I replied, my phone stuck to my ear as I walked by a small park. A group of children yelled next to me. "There's a magazine that gave me full indications for the pictures they wish for, but it's never enough. Apparently I'm doing too much."
"Why would they say that?" I could hear him chewing on something.
"Dunno. I'm so anxious about it, I keep fucking it up."
"One more reason to get a pint when I'm back."
I smiled at myself while I crossed the street. "I've got stuff to tell you."
"Tell me now," he said through more chewing. "Sophia should be back in ten."
I opened my mouth to respond but ended up cursing when someone ran into me.
"Watch where you're going!" the man shouted at me.
Glaring back at the dickhead, I turned around and stopped... only to look back again. I was sure I'd seen a flash of curly hair in the mass of people. I stood on my toes, wishing I'd picked heels instead of my flat slippers.
Right in front of me, between a barber shop and an apartment complex, a white sign with 'flower shop' written on it swayed in the wind. Just underneath, Nick stood with his hand in his pockets. One hand appeared to run through his hair, and to reach for something in front of him. He was wearing a blue navy hoodie this time, his face clean-shaven.
His hands were clutching a bouquet of flowers, with what seemed like tulips wrapped in white paper and sheer plastic. His gaze shifted to rest on someone standing in front of him, gesturing around enthusiastically as he smiled up in greeting.
The more I looked at them, the more nauseous I felt. It was Anna, I was certain of it. I hadn't seen her in months—not since the incident, when he'd told her to shut up to take care of me. We'd been friends then, but I remembered that very well. The worried line on his forehead, his eyes scanning my body in the softest way. Now he was smiling down at her, glancing down at the flowers every few seconds. As if he was wondering if he'd rather not give them to her instead.
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On The Other Side | Nick O'Malley
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