Gary and Libby - Take One

Chapter Three

I sulk my way into the kitchen, dumping my bag on the worktop and ferreting around for the breakfast bar i know i put in here this morning. Absent-mindedly, i tell myself to get a fucking grip. Anyone else would be jumping for joy having just spent 3 hours in a car with Gary Barlow! Its true. anyone else would have, but i didnt want him to go. He was so lovely, and kind. And such a gentleman, its been such a long time since ive met a proper nice gentleman. The fact it was Gary Barlow was just a massive bonus.
"Fuck!" I drop my bag in the hallway as my hands clutch my mouth. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" I shout, scrambling around in my back pocket looking for the business card the man in the oily blue overalls had given me.

ROBERT SHAW MOTORS.

079994763226

Punching the number into my phone i try to compose myself.
"Hello?"
"Hi, is this Robert?"
"Yes it is."
"Hi, its the woman that come in this morning, with the red Audi?"
"Ah yes, hello!"
"My suitcase is still in the back of my car."
"ah."
"Its got all of my clothes in."
"Do you want to come and collect it?"
"I cant do that, ive have to go to work, i wont have time..."
"Well, the only other alternative is for me to drop it back when i bring your car?" Oh jesus christ. 3 weeks without half of my clothes.
"Alright, okay do that." I sigh down the phone.
"Alright love, bye."
"Bye." I mumble. Just my fucking luck isn't it? I drop down next to my lap top and begin planning my route to work seen as id be getting the tube for the next 3 weeks.

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The next few days go by pretty quietly, i go to work on the  tube, and then Amanda gives me a lift home. I havent told anyone about the whole Gary giving me a lift thing. The main reason is, i honestly dont think they'd believe me. Id probably be fired for being a nut job.
Im missing my car, really missing it. I dont mind walking to places, but i hate getting the tube to places too far, its too claustrophobic down there. I hate it. Im missing my clothes as well, my shoes mainly, all of my beautiful heels. I had to go out and just buy a pair of plain black ones for work. I dont mind though, i kind of have a fetish for shoes. It ridiculous.
I dont like the feeling of my clothes been so far away aswell, i dont know. Since i met Gary ive hardly been able to function properly.
Anyway, im sat on my sofa, watching some trashy television when the door bell rings. Getting up, i plod over to the door. Im still in my work clothes but ive swapped the black heals for my comfy pink slippers. My hair is still half in the pony tail, but the bobble is hanging loosely between my shoulder blades.
SHIT.

I blink once, twice, maybe three times. No. Hes real. Hes actually here. Oh my good God. You look like a tramp Libby!
"Hey." Gary Barlow stands smiling at my front door.
"Hey!" I choke back, is this really happening?!
"Ive brought you something..." Gary places a small blue suitcase at my feet. My small blue suitcase.
"Oh my god!" I squeal, i can hardly contain my excitement. "Oh my! Oh Thank you so much Gary!"
He just laughs, "Glad to have helped in someway."
"How did you know?" I ask cautiously.
"Know what?" He looks confused.
"That id left my case?- wait, how did you know i even had a case?!"
Garys lopsided smirk returns, my legs turn to jelly so i grab hold of the door frame.
"I'll tell you if you come to grab something to eat with me?"
"What?!" I choke again. Did he just say that? Did those words actually just come out of his mouth?!
"What'ya say?" Gary smiles. After kicking off my slippers and hoping back into my black heels, fixing my hair and grabbing my handbag, i think im out of the door in 30 seconds. Be cool Libby. And DO NOT fall asleep this time!

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About 10 minuets later, Gary pulls up outside a fancy looking restaurant.
"This is a bit posh for a 'bit to eat' isnt it?" I smirk, stepping out of the car.
"Well, your dressed nicely so i figured why not?" Gary grins, gesturing towards the door of the restaurant. I laugh.
"Hardly! These are only my work clothes!"
"You still look lovely." He smiles. Holt shit. I flush with embarrassment and thank God that im behind him as i follow him to a table set for two. Gary orders some posh sounding wine and scans the menu. I glance at it too, but i cant concentrate if far too excited.
"Wine for you and your date sir." A smart looking waiter approaches the table. I cant help but blush. Im not Gary Barlows date- am i?
"Here you go, 'Date'" Gary smirks. Holy hell.
"Is this a date?" I wink at him. Your seriously getting way to confident Libby.
"I dont know," Gary smiles. "Is it?"
"I dont know, you tell me." Two can play at this game Barlow.
"Do you want this to be a date?" Shit hes too good! What the hell do i say to that?! I throw him a shy smile.
"Yes."
"Good." Garys face lights up. "Me too, then its a date." Clinking glasses im sure my face flushes the deepest shade of red. Im on a DATE  with Gary Barlow. Holy fuck.
We carry on talking through the evening. Jesus Christ hes hot. Hes wearing a navy blue jacket and lighter blue shirt. No tie. And I can see a little of his chest because the top two buttons are undone. Is he trying to kill me? From what i remember hes in black trousers too, but hes been sitting down for a while so im not sure. Hes definitely wearing shiny black shoes because i can see them. They're right next to mine, touching them slightly.  And all of a sudden im finding myself fighting the urge to rub my foot along his leg. ..