Look at Me - H.S.

~ Chapter 6 ~

The next two weeks go by at a decent pace.

Easter came and went. It was pretty uneventful. I managed to get Mark and the girls a huge chocolate egg each, they were expensive considering it's just chocolate, but I don't mind, they're worth it. Mark didn't get me one again this year. Not that I need one. The girls asked him where mine was on Easter morning but he just shrugged and said "assumed you were on a diet" - I mean, I guess he's not wrong.

We ended up going to my parents for dinner that day, Mark said he wanted a 'decent' meal so decided to phone and ask if we could join them. Mum was thrilled to have him and the girls. She cooked roast lamb, my favourite (although it definitely wasn't for my benefit). There was so much food. Every vegetable you would expect along with 3 different types of potatoes to choose from as well as Yorkshire puddings. I tried to keep the food on my plate to a minimum, feeling my mum's eyes burning into the side of my head each time I reached across the table to one of the dishes she had set out. "Leave some for the rest of us" she quipped. Mark obviously thought this was hilarious, while he piled on enough food for three people. I swear she loves him more than me. I have to hand it to her, the food was really good but I couldn't wait to get out of there once we had eaten, much to Marks disappointment.

Since then, me and the girls have kept ourselves occupied with various days out here and there but mainly spent the time at home together creating our own fun. Mark was back to work the day after Easter, even though it was a bank holiday and he should've had the day off, he said he had to go in. I didn't bother to question him. What's the point in causing an argument about it. He had obviously had enough of me.

The most surprising thing to have happened though is that Barry and I have spoken to each other every day. Sometimes just one or two texts and other days it would seem like we'd be talking all day. I feel like I'm getting to know his personality more and more every time we speak. He seems to have the same sense of humour as me, which is a bonus. He's actually really funny and very sarcastic. I still haven't opened up to him about my feelings or bothered to tell him if I was having a bad day, I don't want to dampen his mood so that stuff is best kept to myself, I think. I also haven't asked any more about his job and what he'll be doing at Wembley the night we're there, I'm not comfortable with the conversation possibly progressing to us meeting up. It just seems too weird to me. He knows I have 2 daughters, it was in the letter so no point trying to hide it. He asks about them too which is sweet, although I try not to talk about them too much. I'm still fully aware this guy is a complete stranger, however I can't help but think of him as a friend now. He's the closest thing I've got to one, anyway.

That brings me to today. Today is THE day. The day we've been waiting for for months. We have walked down the (what feels like) one million steps outside of the train station and made our way down Olympic Way, the three of us holding hands as we casually stroll along and take in all the people, the shops, the Merch stalls, everything around us. Some of the outfits the fans are wearing are nothing short of spectacular, you can tell how much thought and effort has gone into all of them. There's a pink cowboy hat everywhere you turn, and feathers, so many feathers everywhere. I can't help but giggle to myself. I wish I had the confidence that these people have, they look bloody amazing and by the smiles on their faces, you can tell they feel it too.

I opted for a baby blue summer dress. Not something I would usually wear but I felt like making a bit more effort today. Small buttons on the front start at the top of the V-neck and go all the way to the bottom, which is around halfway down my calf, it's slightly cinched in under my boobs which makes it flow over my tummy without clinging to it. The little black love hearts that are dotted all over make it look really cute too. I decided on my black Dr Marten's and a cropped leather biker jacket to finish off the look. Luckily, it's not overly warm today and practical footwear seemed the safest option considering we're going to be on our feet most of the day. I left my hair down and wavy, making sure to bring a spare hair tie, just in case it starts to get on my nerves.