Come Home {On Hold}

Chapter 2

 Okay so if I'm going to tell this story properly I'm going to have to start from the beginning.

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It was raining that day.

I don't know why I remember that.

I honestly don't remember what clothing either of us were wearing or any of that cliché stuff. But I remember the sky was overcast and grey like any other average day in London.

I was doing what any average 19-year-old Uni student who just failed a test would be doing.

Getting shit faced.

I know how un-classy it is to get drunk at 3 in the afternoon, but in my defense I was wallowing.

I signaled for the bar tender for another pint having finished my second one. As he slid me the drink I heard someone say, "Shitty day?"

I laughed.

"You don't even know the half of it."

"Lemme guess, you come from a wealthy family whose only goal in life is to pass on their money to the future generations. So they're making you go to some prestigious college to become a doctor or lawyer, and marry some other rich fucker?"

I sat there shocked before answering.

"Lucky guess?"

He smirked.

"Nope, read it in the papers this morning."

"Shit, that's actually in there?"

He got up and scooted closer.

"Well sort of, but I filled in the rest that wasn't."

 I looked at him slightly weary of what he could be trying to do.

As I opened my mouth to say something, I heard someone say.

"Hey, this seat taken?"

Turning I saw a man, who looked like he was in his mid-twenties pointing to the bar stool between me and the stranger I had been taking to.

"Um..." I began uncertainly.

The man sat down before I could finish.

"Hey, I'm Allan."

I mentally cringed at the name.

"I was wondering if I could buy you a drink."

"N-" I started to respond but was cut off by him.

"Great, well take two more pints down here."

"Actually no, no one wants your fucking beer down here dude." The stranger I had been talking to earlier interjected.

I tried to stifle my laugh when I saw Allan's reaction to that statement, but ended cracking up.

I stood up, grabbed my purse, and dropped a twenty on the bar to cover my drinks.

As I was walking out of the now crowded pub I heard someone yell,

"Hey, wait up!"

I crossed my fingers hoping it wasn't that creepy Allan guy. Fortunately it wasn't, instead it was the other guy I had been talking to.

He scratched the back of his neck and awkwardly looked at his feet and said, "Well it’s not every day you get hit on by a guy named Allan."

I smiled at him and stuck my hand out, "I'm Grace, though you probably already know that."

"What... oh wait the newspaper yeah..."

I looked at him strangely.

We stood there in silence before he said, "Oh I'm Luke by the way."

I gave him one last look then turned on my heel and walked away.

A/N:

Hey I'm finally back and writing, not that anyone cares lol.

Well anyway I'm going to try to update, but no promises.

And sorry it's a crappy chapter I ran out of ideas at the end, so I might go back and change some stuff later if I feel inspired to.