More Lies, More Cameras and Much More Action

Chapter 8 (SMUT)

MADDY

'How old are you now, anyway?' Joe asked me as we walked down a long London road.

'20.' I winced.

'Wow, in my head you're still 17!' He laughed.

'Thanks, Joe!'

'You can't blame me, it's been 2 years.' He reminded me, again. I got it, I promised I'd go back but I didn't.

'I did try to ring you on both your birthdays.' He added sadly, the volume of his voice dropping.

'I'm sorry.' I whispered again, unsure of what to say.

'It's fine, I understand now you didn't even have your phone on.' 

'I did message you on Twitter a few months afterwards.' I admitted.

'You did?' Joe asked, his face lighting up.

'Yeah, you didn't reply.' I sighed.

'I'm sorry, I didn't even see it.' He said sadly.

'We're going in here.' He told me, opening the door for me before I even had a chance to reply.

On first view, the bar seemed just as nice as Joe had described it. A nice chill atmosphere with no loud music. There were a few couples dotted around the place and a group of girls clearly on a hen night in the corner but apart from that, the place was pretty much empty.

'This looks nice.' I congratulated him and he smiled cockily, knowing he'd done dinner and after drinks right.

'Where do you wanna sit?' He asked, putting his arm around me slightly. I was shocked by his touch but couldn't bring myself to move away.

I was so glad I'd decided to dress up in a nice dress and smart heels with a full face of make-up before getting in my taxi to Gleam office. I wanted to look good when Joe saw me again. He was only in a t-shirt and jeans but I had a feeling it didn't bother him. It wasn't fair that he could look so good after putting no effort at all in.

'How about there?' I pointed to a nearby table.

'Wherever you wish.' He said, walking in the direction of the table.

I don't know what it was that gave him this confidence to suddenly act like we did back when we were together. Perhaps it was the alcohol but then again, it takes way more than that to get Joe drunk.

*

We drank our way through £70 worth of cocktails, me having most of them, before we staggered out the bar. It had been an amazing night that we'd spent mostly laughing.

'I'll get this taxi.' Joe laughed as we stumbled out the door. He went over to the taxi parked on the side and opened the door to let me in. Even drunk, he was still so sensible and such a gentleman. 

As we were drinking, it was like we'd never been apart. There was no awkward questions of has this happened or asking each other what's changed, we focused on the present and future rather than the past.

I did still have so many unanswered regarding whether he missed me like I missed him, or even missed me at all but that can be saved for when we're sober.

'Where to?' The driver asked as we fell in.

'Where's your hotel?' Joe asked, so I gave the driver the name and location of where I was sleeping.

'And then to Kensington, please.' Joe requested.

'Why are we going there?' I asked.

'I live there. He'll drop you at your hotel then drop me back.' Joe explained, my heart sinking slightly as I realised he wasn't coming back with me.