Suicidal **CURRENTLY EDITING**

Chapter 3

Megan's POV

I get back to my hotel after coffee with Andrew and buying a new shirt with him with my own money, no matter how much he insisted that he would pay.

I learned that he coincidentally lives in London, only in Manchester for the weekend. He's majoring in business and doesn't love it like other people thought he would, and his large family lives in a small village a few hours away from London. He's got a younger sister and half-brother, who live with his step-mom and dad. His biological mother died when he was younger, which he doesn't remember, and he made it clear to me that there's no girlfriend in the picture, and would be happy to take me out to dinner.

I'm still trying to contain my excitement about the last bit.

I'm at my hotel earlier in the afternoon and he said he'd be picking me up later on tonight, so I still have hours to gush over this with someone while it lasts. For all I know, this could crash and burn and his nice behaviour during coffee was nothing.

As I pull out my phone, the first person I want to ring is Harry. He's still busy and even if I want to hear him tease me about how shy I act around Andrew, I still text him to get back to me whenever he's free.

I decided to wait, but I'm already pacing around my room and can't stop smiling. I haven't been on a date in a while and I've barely gotten to know someone new in a while either.

I pull up Emily's number in my phone, impatiently sitting on my bed with my knees bouncing.

I've known her for a few years. We met in college through some other friends and have been attached at the hip since. Apart from Harry, she's my best friend. Though the two aren't around each other as much, they always get on well when the three of us are together.

Emily is the kind of person to always be there for me with tough-love advice that I need more than I realize. She never fails to smile and have a bottle of red wine ready for any guest that walks through her door. She's never felt like a second choice when it comes to Harry or used my friendship to get to him, which is hard to find. She can see my embarrassing amount of love for him, and occasionally squeezes in a joking comment about never finding a man that will treat her like Harry treats me.

Although my smiles always grow at her words, I always deny that we have more than friendship between us.

The last time I went on a date was a few months ago with a guy that had the majority of his personality in his looks. Emily had been friends with him for a while and bribed him to take me out, insisting that I needed to get out more- which ended disastrously after the long periods of silence and making it clear that I wasn't sleeping with him.

She still hasn't found anything that has made up for that night, but I frequently make sure to tease her about it.

I press my phone to my ear and listen to the constant ringing until I reach her cheery voicemail.

I groan and leave a message that sounds more urgent than necessary, helplessly waiting alone in my room as I wait for someone to get back to me.

I'm bursting at the seams an hour later, when my phone rings.

"What's up?" Harry's voice resonates through the phone speaker and I already have to pace myself.

"I met this guy named Andrew that might be really great and he asked me on a date tonight." I begin, even I could start at twenty other places. "And before you moan and groan, Emily isn't picking up her phone and you'd actually really like him-"

"You wanted me over here to have this talk? Again?" His laugh is rich and most likely full of regret. "Don't you have other girl friends you can talk to about this? Isn't that what you guys do?"