Teach me how to dougie

Chapter 25

Darcy's pov

"Their bottles are in the bag, they have had breakfast and they'll need then just before their nap at 11. I'll pick them up Monday at 5."

The tour was finally over and we were back home. Me and dougie had decided that a divorce was the best option for us and everyone else. We were on talking terms for the sakes of the twins but that's it.

Today was Friday and Dougie was having the twins for the weekend and I was having some time to myself. I loved them more than anything in this world but time to my self was long overdue, being a single mum was harder than anyone could ever imagine.

Tonight I was going out with a couple of friends from uni and then tomorrow I was going to prepare for the interview I had on Sunday. I deffinatly couldn't go back to my old job. that really wouldn't be comfortable for anyone.

Tonight was my chance to let my hair down and act my age and I was going to do exactly that. I put on my sluttiest outfit and did my makeup dark and seductive and put in the highest pair of heels I owned.

I rung for a taxi and mentally prepared myself for what was to come.

The night started off great, seeing all my old friends, drinks were flowing and I was enjoying myself. I let myself loose on the dance floor, grinding my self against the others body's, my hips swaying to the best of the music, I could feel the bloody pump through the veins with every best of the bass. I felt alive and kicking for the first time in a long time.

"Hey little lady." The figure I was grinding on me whispered in my ear. I gasped throwing my arms around his neck.

"Frogz!!! what are you doing here?"

"Same as you, you muppet"

"I missed you, I've barely seen anyone since the tour, how've you been?"

"Listen why don't we go somewhere quieter for a chat, I can't hear myself think, we can come back later." I nodded grabbing my bag and following, clubs have never really truly been my thing even if I was enjoying myself. James' company would be so much better than grinding on a load of sweaty bodies. "you hungry?" his voice interrupted my thoughts snapping me back to reality.

"Yeah sure, could do with something to soak up the alcohol, always been a bit of a light weight." I chuckled softly and saw a smirk plastered over his face.

We sat in a booth at the back of an old diner, waiting to be served at 3 in the morning.

"So, how have things been then? I'm guessing they're not to good but I could be wrong."

"You guessed right, were getting a divorce. so you could say things haven't worked out as we'd planned."

"Oh no, come here babe, how are you feeling." james shuffled across to my side of the booth and cradled me in his arms, his embrace was warm and comforting and for the first time I really thought about how I felt about my shambles of a marriage.

"You know what, it was kind of doomed from the start wasn't it, all the signs were there, screaming at me that it was a bad idea but I went ahead with it anyway and look where we ended up. could have been worse couldn't it."

"No babe, you shouldn't think like that, you loved him and that's all that mattered. that's all that ever matters, if you love someone you do whatever you want because no one else matter, you remember that okay?"

AUTHORS NOTE!!!!

Hey my lovelies

This is just a little lasted as to what's to come, have you got any idea what the twist is yet? it is kind of obvious, but I'm not going to spell it out.

If you've figured it out what do you think about it?

This is pre written before it's due to go up so there isn't a weekly chatter, because I'm not a psychic, or am i???😳

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