Just Smile

CHAPTER TWENTY

*Ello my lovelies!
I'm actually rather proud of this chapter for once and I'm excited for you all to read it 😂💕
There is a small cameo in the start from one of our favourite people too (I won't spoil it) and I hope you can figure out who it is 😜
I hope you guys enjoy!! 💕💕*

*FREDDIE'S POV*
*One Week Later*
"Can I have another please?" I called to the man behind the bar as I waved my glass in the air at him. Tonight was just a night I needed a drink and after only having two so far, I needed a lot more to get me in the right place to go home. The week living back in such close quarters with John was already too much and I knew it was only going to get worse the longer we needed to be around each other. I loved Brian and my little goddaughter but part of me wishes I never agreed to move into this house. John and I were sharing not only a room; but a bloody bed! And it was killing me having him be so close physically, but so far away mentally to me.

"Are you back here again?" The bartender smirked as he wandered over, my order already in his hand. I guess I had been here too many nights out of the past week, but I just couldn't stay at the house. Rog and Bri were too busy working whatever the hell they were out and John was just moping around the bedroom. I couldn't sit there and do nothing or I might go fucking mad!

"Save the sass lovey." I rolled my eyes, taking the glass from him as I pushed the empty one away.

"It's got to be a broken heart." He commented, making me raise an eyebrow at the older man as he leant against the countertop. "Nobody comes out to drink alone this much if they're not heartbroken." He nodded as if he knew exactly why I was sitting in the same spot I had been for the past three nights.

"I, I don't know what you mean." I mumbled, sipping my drink as I avoided his gaze.

"Ahhh, I was right." He smirked again. "Avoidance will get you nowhere." He added, sounding like he was trying to be an old philosopher or something.

"How is it any of your business why I'm here anyway?!" I snapped, annoyed that this stranger thinks he knows my fucking life. "You're here to fetch me drinks, so fucking fetch." I snarked, waving the now empty glass at him again.

"Do I not at least get a please with that angry rant?" He snickered, his Irish accent making the words semi-slur together as he quickly made me another, not seeming phased by my outburst.

"Sorry." I sighed, instantly feeling bad for being so rude to the older man. "I didn't mean to be so snappy." I mumbled, accepting the drink feeling a little embarrassed for my harsh words. I was never usually like that with people but this last week has just been getting to me. I was angry. I was angry that my heart had been ripped out and jumped on and now I still had to live with the man who did it! It wasn't fair. We could've sorted it out! If John stopped and listened we could've still been together. We could've still been happy.

"Don't stress." He smiled back genuinely. "If you're needing this much to drink, I'm sure whatever it is is worth a bit of a snap." He shrugged.

"It's a broken heart." I mumbled again, feeling my heart itself clench even thinking about what happened. "My boyfriend, he uh, he left me." I explained quietly as I stared down into my cup, swishing it around a little.

"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that." The man frowned, seeming like he actually felt for me as he took up his spot against the counter again.

"I just...I can't be around him anymore so I come here." I sighed again, rubbing my face tiredly (probably ruining my damn eyeliner while I was at it).

"You still have to see him?" He quizzed, looking intrigued as he leaned a little further into the conversation. I wasn't sure who this guy was or why he was so interested in my love life but he somehow made me feel rather comfortable talking about John and my feelings.