The Night We Met

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[A/N: Technically there are some places in the world where it's still Wednesday... so, technically, I'm posting this within the deadline.

I really have no excuse, but I still hope you like this chapter nonetheless. Next one coming next Wednesday. Hopefully on time.]

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"Beer for the lady" I said exiting the house and handing Lucy a bottle.

"Thank you" she said, putting the jacket over her shoulder.

It had started to get really cold, so I had lent her my jacket. The couple was still making out in the kitchen and the music was louder than before, so we had decided to stay in the small backyard.

"Would you like some cookies?" she asked as I sat down, and it was only then that I noticed a giant jar filled with chocolate cookies on the wooden steps.

"Where did you get those?" I laughed, shaking my head and clinking our bottles together.

"I went to the kitchen while you were getting the beers cause I was starving" she said, "They were by the couple on the counter. I didn't ask them, but I'm pretty sure they don't mind me taking them" she shrugged her shoulders with a cheeky grin.

I laughed again.

"It's a weird convo, cookies and beer"

"I've seen worse" she said.

"Oh, yeah?" I inquired, "like what?"

"Like a girl and a boy who have just met being outside on a February night in London while inside the Halls of Residence goes on one of the biggest parties of the year"

I stared at her in silence.

Reality had hit me like a hammer.

To be honest, for the last couple of months I had been living my life on autopilot.

It was after parting ways with Cheryl that the anxiety had started to creep into me; questioning whether I would be able to be a good father to Bear, or if my constant absence would have consequences on my son's feelings towards me.

I didn't want to stop writing and performing new music. My son needed me, but so did millions of people all around the world. Besides, it was thanks to the music that I would be able to provide my son with anything that he might need. Music happened to be my job.

They say a battle between what the brain wants and what the heart needs can be deadly, but why does nobody talk about how devastating can the battles between one bit of your heart and the other be?

That's why when I couldn't take my thoughts anymore, I decided to not think at all. I went where I was supposed to go and did what I was supposed to do. I didn't process things, they just happened and went by.

Lucy pointing the fact that we had just met made me realise that since we had started talking I had felt so comfortable; my mind had erased the fact that we had indeed just met.

I shook my head and giggled.

"Well, I'll give you that"

She laughed and drank up, her eyes wandering around the backyard and then to the sky.

It was a cold night in London, and you could hear the traffic of the city in the distance.

"It's going to rain" she said.

"You think?" I asked looking up.

Just as I had finished asking, a raindrop fell on my nose. I jumped and laughed turning to her, pointing at my nose.