Puzzle of My Heart (Westlife Fan Fiction) Completed

Chapter 32 - Street lights

I could't remember that I made up a decision in my mind. But more or less straight, I was walking towards his table, with my eyes stuck on him.

"Hi, excuse me..."

I turned around and lost my focus.

"You may have dropped your wallet." A young man bent down and picked up my wallet on the floor. He reached it to me politely.

I just stared at him for a second before I gained it. "Uh, Yeah... thanks." I threw my eyes on Bryan's table.

But he wasn't there.

I walked to the table.
"Where's Bryan?" I spoke to one of the guys who was sitting around the round table. The table where even Bryan had been sitting around, just a few seconds ago.

"He left home. And so should you, Honey. You're pretty damn wasted." He spoke and then laughed at his own words. Soon the others joined him. He didn't seem very sober himself.

I ran towards the exit door. Or I hoped it was the door out from the club, since I couldn't be very sure about anything in my condition. As I stepped outside, I started to walk at the direction of Bryan's apartment. But as I glanced over my shoulder, I saw a tall figure walking the opposite direction. That was him.

Why would he walk that way? Maybe I wasn't sober enough to remember the right way. Or maybe he told his friends wrong to make it hard for me to follow him. It didn't matter. Both options spoke for my own stupidness. He probably didn't want to speak to me. But I wasn't thinking that clearly.

"Hey! Bryan..!"

He stopped walking as he saw me coming towards him. So did I and three meters remained between us.

"Why are you running after me? Go inside and continue flirting around instead."

"Flirting around?" I spoke confused and not really able to sort his words.
He didn't speak a word, instead he started to walk again.

"Don't go away! Speak to me Bryan!"

"I never understood how stupid you are. And that makes me even more stupid than you." He said while still walking. And I followed him.

"Brya-" I barely got to open my mouth before he started again.

"What do you want me to say?! You dumped me without letting me say a word, you had already made up your mind. And now... now you're running after me, begging me to speak?!" He almost laughed when he said the last word. But without any joy.

I knew I was stupid. That wasn't news for me. I took a breath to answer but again, he was faster.

"I've missed you but-"

The spontaneous, drunken me ran to embrace him in a hug. But he barely hugged me back.

"Aine..." He seemed troubled.

I made an attempt to kiss him, but he resisted.

"Aine! You're drunk. I don't want you to do something you'll regret later. And I don't want to get hurt again."

"I'm... I'm not that drunk. I know what I'm do-" I faltered as I lost my grip around his body.

He caught me and giggled. "Believe me, you are that drunk." He gazed me from head to toe. "You're a worse drinker than I thought." And he laughed again. And he seemed amused for real this time.

"I was just... Thirsty."

He smiled and rose one of his eye brows. "Sure..."

"And water is overrated."

He didn't move his face. He still had a smile on, waiting for my real explanation.

"And it was good when I wanted to bury the feeling of hating myself, for dumping you."

Despite the fact that the lightning from the street lights created dark shadows in his face, I could see his face expression softened even more.

"Guess I have to follow you home since you're not very-"

I interrupted him when I bent down to throw up.

"Yeah, I think that was the starting shot. I'll follow you home."