Will We Talk?

27- News

Sam had invited the lads over for some pre-drinks and I opted out as soon as he told me. Rather than staying home, I went to Fran and Rylee's to get dressed. I hadn't saw the girls properly since they got back from France.

"Alreet?" Rylee greeted as I walked into her living room. She was slumped on the sofa with her eyes fixated on whatever shitty programme was on.

"Not bad, aye. What's the craic with you then?" I replied, attempting to get her engaged in a conversation.

"Same old." she explained, not turning to look at me, "Fran's upstairs getting dressed." she informed me which I took as a chance to run off upstairs.

"Fran!" I exclaimed, bounding into my friend who was stood facing her wardrobe, until she turned around and saw me.

A beam spread from ear to ear and she held her arms out to catch me. She didn't. The two of us ended up in a heap on the floor, laughing at each other.

"I've missed you so much." she sighed, embracing me on the floor.

"I know. Why would you ever go to France for so long?" I complained, holding her hands in mine.

"Well..." she dragged, holding up her left hand and revealing one of the most gorgeous rings I've ever seen.

"No fucking way?" I gawked, pulling her hand closer to my face so I could observe it properly.

It was gold, with three diamonds coming out of it in a beautiful pattern. I was shocked. A proposal was the last thing I expected Rylee to do.

"Yes fucking way. She's honestly so cute." she smiled.

"You need to tell is everything." I demanded.

"There's no need, she had a photographer and a video camera set up." she described, grabbing her phone from her drawers.

"Bougie." I said, taking her phone from her.

I watched the video and ended up crying at the end of it- its a good job I hadn't done my makeup yet. Then I swiped along to see photos of them in front of the Eiffel Tower, the two looking as magnificent as the other.

"Which leads me onto one last thing." Fran began as I nodded, allowing her to go on, "Will you be my maid of honour?"

"Are you fucking kidding? Of course I will." I exclaimed, crying again and pulling her into a squeezy hug.

The two of us went downstairs, to see Rylee who was still submerged in watching whatever was on the telly.

"Rylee, meet our maid of honour." Fran introduced as I stood there, upright and proud.

"Class. That's one thing down then." she said, eyes rolling, "She wants it to be proper extravagant."

"Its the only day I'm getting married, obviously I want it to be out there."

*****

I had been stood, staring at myself in the bathroom mirror for so long now, the girls were probably wondering what was up. It had been so long that I swore my face was starting to contort a little. My arms shook as my hands gripped the sides of the sink. Quite frankly, I was wondering what had happened to me. One moment, I was lively and spritely and now I felt like utter shit. The odd thing was that nothing happened to make me this way, I was just not feeling me.

If anything, I felt numb. I felt like I was encumbered by so many various issues, both mine and other people's, making me feel like a burden. And that's all without alcohol in my system.

Maybe this rare alone time I had made me aware of how I was really feeling. I hadn't considered just myself for ages, instead focussing on others. To be honest, I didn't have the time nor the energy either. Where were these feelings coming from?

Something told me tonight wasn't going to be great, no matter how much I willed for it to be. Something bad was going to happen, the day was going too good for something to not.

Nevertheless, I had a night out to go on and my outfit was rather stunning. During the winter months, I try my best to cover up more as the nighttime gets much much colder, especially on the coastline of the North East. I wore a pair of wide legged jeans of the black sort, while I had a white corset on the top. Draped over my shoulders lay a black blazer that added an extra dramatic flourish to the outfit. On the foot sat my booted heels that I wore often in the colder months, making sure my feet don't freeze over.

My hair wasn't exactly cooperative, therefore I let my natural curls sit, adding a black headband to give the style a 60s esque vibe. The makeup was also natural, apart from the freckles that I had to paint on as the lack of sun hid them.

After gathering my shit together, both mentally and physically, I headed downstairs towards the lasses.

"You took your time." Fran remarked as she stood at the bottom of the stairs, phone in hand.

"My hair wasn't hairing." I complained, half telling the truth.

"You look fab either way, pet." she smiled, hand outstretched for me to hold onto, "Rylee, get here now."

In she struts, her heels knocking against the hardwood floor in the rhythm of her footsteps. When Rylee properly dresses up, she never fails to look gorgeous, but I never expected her to wear heels.

"Hello sexy." Fran winked, approaching her. They shared a sweet kiss while I stood back and cringed.

"Yous are like my parents man, never do that again." I gagged.

*****

The girls and I hadn't been to the Low Lights together in ages, so when I told them it was a regular place for Sam and the lads to go to, they were excited.

We planned to meet up with the lads next to the beach, so when we saw them stood shivering, I wasn't shocked, considering I took my time in the bathroom.

Approaching them was quite scary, I could never predict Fran's next move. Might she punch Sam? There's a possibility. Might she welcome him? There's the slightest possibility. I wasn't worried about Rylee, she doesn't really care all too much, she's too laid back for the world.

"Wow. You look amazing." Sam gushed as he headed towards me, arms open. I immediately fell into them, pressing a glossy kiss to his lips.

"You look great. You've actually done your hair for once." I replied, stroking his locks.

"You have a cheek to call us." Rylee groaned, approaching Sam to shake his hand, "I'm Rylee, lush to meet you."

"She's secretly fan-girling." I tormented, still attached to Sam's side as he smiled.

"Shut the fuck up, Evelyn." she whispered, still gripping onto his hand.

"I'm Fran." Fran grumbled, snatching Rylee back and giving Sam a slight smile.

"He's been absolutely bricking meeting you, Fran." Dean piped up.

"Good to hear." she smirked, one of her eyebrows upturned.