Life Is A Rollercoaster (Ronan Keating / Boyzone / X Factor) fan fiction

Eleven

Vicky

It didn't take us long to get back, the traffic was light through the city as it was late. We sat down at the kitchen table and Soph just looked at me worriedly for a few minutes. 

There was nothing I could do to stop her looking at me that way. She sighed, got up from the table and opened a bottle of White wine and poured us each a glass. We sat in silence for a while, sipping at our drinks. 

We had nearly finished the bottle before I felt calm enough to speak.

"I think Dan's jealous of Ronan" I finally managed to whisper.

"What?!" "But that's crazy you've only just met him" Sophie said in disbelief.

"I know but..." 

I gave Sophie an abbreviated version of events. Conveniently leaving out the parts about Dan and I from earlier in the evening. I couldn't deal with her sympathy. 

I didn't deserve it.

"It's stupid" I said, "the thing is Ronan's invited me for a drink tomorrow night"

"Wow!" "Aren't you pleased?"

"I was...." I sighed, "I can't go now though can I?"

"Of course you can Vic. Don't be stupid"

"Look if you're worried about what Dan will say then I'll cover for you"

I wasn't worried about what he'd say, more about what he'd do, but I kept those thoughts to myself.

"I mean it's not as if anything's going to happen is it?"

"I wish" I smiled properly at last. "Ronan Keating could have any woman in the world, he's not gonna want a skinny welsh one is he?" 

We both laughed at this. We sat for a while chatting mindlessly, Sophie trying to make me feel better with lame jokes, before I called it a night and headed to bed.

I was shattered and thought I'd fall asleep easily. Instead I lay awake for most of the night. 

Too many thoughts running through my head. I was also in a lot of pain after my violent contact with the arena wall, which was probably numbed somewhat by the alcohol I'd since consumed. I was probably going to be black and blue in the morning.

My mobile phone had been ringing persistently since Dan had finished work, vibrating along my bedside cabinet as I'd put it on silent, but I ignored it. I couldn't speak to him. 

He'd left too many messages on my answer phone, the first few angry, the rest unreservedly apologetic. I ended up deleting the lot. I finally turned the phone off at about 3am I was sick of it disturbing my poor efforts at sleep, with it's missed calls and voicemail alerts. 

As I placed it back, I saw the small piece of paper that had been beneath it. 

Ronan's number.

At least I had a souvenir of Ronan's time in Cardiff. I couldn't actually go out with him tomorrow it was too risky. I

I tossed and turned, running the argument over in my head, until I had another thought. 

It was a once in a lifetime opportunity. 

I'd call him as soon as I got up. 

I mean it's not everyday that a girl like me gets asked out for a drink by a gorgeous international singing star is it!?