My Kind Of Guy

Chapter 6

A/N
SORRY!!!!! It's been so  long since my last update because I'm just  way too busy lately, and I have loads of college work. But I am writing whenever I get a little bit of time. And this chapter is really short, but I'm just trying to give y'all an update so you don't lose faith.

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I wake up, back in my own bed. I forgot how comfortable it is compared to the solid settee at Ricky's. For a moment, this is everything I've ever wanted. I'm back home, in my own bedroom. But then the memories of last night come flooding back to me. The fancy dinner, all of the chatting... the kiss. Running the whole way home. Ricky dashing out of the door to see what's wrong with me, me pushing past him to run upstairs and slamming my door shut, him on the opposite side, shouting in. My parents coming upstairs and shouting too. And I just hid away. Somehow in my head, hiding made everything better. Everything bad disappeared for the night. But now it's just all come back with vengeance.

I get up and go to the bathroom and get in the shower. I can hear Ricky talking to my parents downstairs, so he's obviously awake already. Of course he is, we have to get back to London today. He'll want to set off to go back as soon as he can - the band is too important for him to spend too much time away. I understand what he means about it - the band is his job, and its how he gets his money.

I get some clothes on and dry my hair, not bothering to do anything else about it. I've reached that point when I just don't care what I look like to everyone else. I might look a mess without makeup and with natural hair, but it doesn't affect anyone else's life.

I walk downstairs and find Ricky sat at the table talking to my parents. They all go quiet when I walk in. My mum has a drink of her coffee, trying to hide her guilty face. They had been talking about me, and it was something they didn't want me to know about.
'Morning,' Ricky says cheerily, smiling at me. 'You okay?'
I nod, not saying anything about last night. Maybe Ricky would never ask me and we could just forget. I hope I can forget about it. I want to forget everything.
'You ready to get going? I don't want to be stuck in traffic.'
'Sure,' I reply. 'I just need help bringing my bags down.'
Ricky nods. 'I'll go get them, you can stay down here.'

My parents wait until they hear Ricky is upstairs to talk to me.
'I'm glad you two are working out together.' My dad says. He isn't the sort of person who tends to say much. For as long as I can remember he's been quite quiet.
I don't have the heart to tell him that it isn't working out. That I hate it.
'He really likes you.' My mum comments.
'Trust me, he doesn't.' I reply almost automatically. I don't even think about it before I say it. A part of me just wants to tell as many people as possible that what we have definitely isn't real.
My mum looks at me, as if she's confused. 'Harms, he does actually like you.' She says. 'I thought you knew.'

No. I don't know about any of this. It feels as if my whole world is collapsing. I'm not sure I even like him back. He can't like me. He's always annoyed with me, and I'm always getting in his way. He likes me and last night I went out on a date with a different person. I kissed a different person. I ran away from that person. But he's going to find out. Ricky will know everything somehow. He'll know about the kiss, he'll know about the date. It's only a matter of time. And then he'll end this. He'll stop faking his way through this. I'm just so stupid. How can he really like me?

I hear Ricky come back downstairs and open the front door. I watched him take the bags out to the car from the kitchen window. He seems happy. He's got an unusual spring in his step.

'Whatever happened last night, put it behind you.' My mum says, being the first person to bring up that night. 'He doesn't need to know anything.'

Ricky walks in. 'Are you ready?' He asks.
'Yeah,' I say, grateful for the change of subject.

I say bye to my parents and go out to the car with Ricky.

We drive in silence for almost an hour.
'I was thinking that next week we could go to my place in Falmouth for a while. You okay with that?' He asks.
'Of course!' I say. I love Cornwall, so I would love to have the opportunity to live there.
'My house there is a lot bigger, so you'll have your own room.'

I'm glad he's thinking about spending time away from everything. At least then I'll be away from everything and... everyone.

Suddenly I get an alert on my phone - I'd set up a Google alert for any new articles containing my name. Most of the time they were rubbish, but I'd always check to see what it is.

I pull the article up, and a dark picture flashes up with the headline 'RICKY W GIRLFRIEND CHEATING?' and below is a picture... a picture from the restaurant last night. At least the media thinks I am his girlfriend rather than his wife, but this is still bad. This means I have no choice. I have to tell him. Hearing it from me will end up better... I hope.

'Ricky,' I say to get his attention. 'I need to tell you about last night.'