Daylight | C. Murphy

Chapter 11

Ok for some reason the photo wont work

but hello its been a while. I've kind of lost motivation to finish this ff, so I'll cut it short and write a few more chapters for a nice happy ending. i had more plans but i just can't. Thanks for those who read

So here is chapter 11:

Cillian stared at his phone, debating whether he should call her back. 

He could call her, or he could return to set and immerse himself into the world of the Peaky Blinders. The daunting choice of calling back, should he choose it, would mean he'd have to face reality, and possibly have another argument.

Cillian really didn't want to do that.

Aurora laid in her bed at home, a complete wreck. She hadn't received anything that would acknowledge he had even listened to her voicemail. She felt really really horrible, the pit in her stomach ever present, churning and twisting her insides.

She had been watching reruns of friends, again, trying to make herself feel better, but really she just felt sorry for herself.

She heard a rap from the door, and croaked "Go away."

The door opened and was slammed shut anyways, and someone in the form of a 5'4 Irish girl stormed her way into Auroras room.

"Get your arse out of this bed. This is no way to be living." Ella commanded, and Aurora just shook her head.

"Rory come on. You apologised. You can't do anything more, he's gonna have to call you and then you can work it out. In the mean time, we're on break! Come clubbing with me!" Ella jumped onto the bed, climbing in.

Aurora just groaned in despair, rolling over and burying her face in the pillow.

"I don't want to go clubbing. I want to disappear, swallowed into the floor boards as if I never existed." She mumbled, earning snort as Ella rolled her eyes.

"You're so melodramatic, you know, if law doesn't work out, you would be a star in Hollywood." She chimed, and aurora gave an unamused glance.

"Funny. Fine, I'll get out of bed, but I want food. By the time I shave and wash my hair and dress decently, I expect you to be back here with warm greasy food." Aurora pointed to the door, and Ella gave a goofy smile before rushing out the door.

She dragged herself, and her sorrows, out of bed and into the safe haven of warm water and steam. After she turned the taps enough so that the water was just right, she let out a very loud groan, sliding down her shower wall.

Aurora sat still for a moment, eyes closed as she gratefully let the water engulf her body, temporarily absorbing her problems so they disappeared.

She sat for a while, enjoying the sweet sounds of running water, and complete silence of human noise.

Aurora wasn't sure how her life reached this point, and frankly, she wished it hadn't. Besides the small amount of happiness she felt with Cillian, he had caused her great pain so soon.

She wasn't even sure she would even take him back if he asked.

After a particularly gruesome filming on set, Cillian retired to his trailer, only to ominously stare at the phone for another hour.

He tried to plan out apologies and what he would say, but nothing sounded good enough.

Cillian knew he had hurt her, but he also knew he loved her. He had acted like a child, but a part of him saw reason in his argument. He just wanted to spend time with Aurora, and what was so wrong with that?

Shortly after Aurora had gotten out of the shower, and put on some of her comfiest pjs, Ella arrived again with Chinese takeout.

"What did you get?" She asked immediately, earning an eye roll.

"Hello to you too, you're welcome," Ella laughed, "I got some soup dumplings, chow mein and chicken noodle soup with extra wontons on the side." The Irish girl placed the bags on the counter, looking around the cupboards for some bowls.

"How was your shower? Think about the Cillian situation?" She called, dishing up the food. Aurora picked up her TV remote, turning onto Netflix as she answered.

"It was good, I sat and had an existential crisis about my life under the scorching hot water. I feel much better."

Elle raised her eyebrows as she brought in the bowls, giving one to Aurora.

As the two girls sat and ate the hot food, and watched some random reality show Ella insisted on, all Aurora could think about was Cillian. She missed their calls, his cuddles and his lousy jokes. She missed him dearly, and all she could wonder was if they would ever recover.

Aurora couldn't imagine life without Cillian, it would be like coming out to the sun from a rainy day, only for it to leave again. She had grown used to him.

Cillian signed as he looked the phone again, telling himself to be damned as he dialled her number. It rang for a few times before she picked up.

Aurora stood up abruptly, causing Ella to go cross.

"What?"

"Cillian's calling me. I'll be back."

She stepped into her room, and answered the call.

"Hello?" She said meekly into the phone.

"Rory." Cillian gave a sign of relief, happy that she had just picked up.

"Was I really just a thing for fun?" Her voice broke as she asked the question that had been on her mind.

Cillian instantly felt guilty, recalling his harsh, cruel words from the other night.

"No, no of course not."

"T-then why did you say it?" She sobbed, her breath hitching in her throat.

"I was just angry, I'm sorry." Cillian spoke softly, trying to diffuse the situation.

"I'm sorry too."

After speaking for a while on the phone, the two worked it out. They would meet up when he returned from London, but for now, things were looking up.