Sunday 14th April Part II

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Penelope

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Penelope

It hurt, seeing him with some one new so I decided to do what I always do when I'm in pain.

I go back to alcohol.

I made my way to the bar, not before getting my ass slaped a couple of times as I pushed my way past the large crowd of sweaty drunk men and women.

I sigh, a large sigh of relief as I take a seat on a barstool before turning to the relatively attractive barman.

“The usual” He asks, followed by a wink.

“You know it Luke” I say, a playful smile tugging on my lips.

After a couple of minutes he comes back placing five vodka shots directly in front of me.

“It's been a while Penny, were have you been hiding that pretty face?” He ask, whilst serving another customer.

“Brighton” I say, “Needed a fresh start” I chime, before necking one of the shots with ease.

“Must be nice” He sighs, looking around the club as though he was questioning the life choices that had got him into this shitty job.

“It was, for a while but then” I stop myself.

“Then what?” He asks curiously as I down two more shots.

“Then it felt kind of empty, like something was missing” I explain, quickly taking another shot not liking the mushy feeling I was experiencing.

“That's pretty deep Bradley, you should set up a tumbler account” He jokes.

I lean over the bar, lightly punching his shoulder, “Oh shut up, you're the one who asked” I argue.

“Hey, Penelope?” He says, brows furrowed, “Do you know that lad over there, he's had his eye on you this whole time, do you know him?” He asks, I casually look to were Luke was nodding my eyes widen completely blowing my whole “act casual” cover.

Callum Airey, its been a while since I've seen that michevious face.

I take my last shots, as I notice him coming closer.

“Nice talk Luke, later” I say, jumping off my seat, making my way to Cal.

“Penelope Bradley, Geez I didn't think it was actually you, it's been so long” He explains, pulling me into a hug his hands wrapped around my body quite low. In my slightly tipsy state however, I wasn't complaining.

“Hope you missed me” I joke, pulling away but still staying close.

“Who wouldn't miss that ass” He laughs drunkenly, pulling me closer as I oblige.

If Harry can move on why can't I?

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