Fire and Fury - Book 2 COMPLETE.

Chapter 25 - Sweden

I wake early, the bubble of excitement in my stomach bursts into a million more.  Our flight is tonight and we’ve got one more shopping trip to get all the things we...well I need before we go.  Usually I’d roll over and kiss Glen good morning before showering and whatnot but he’s not there.  He left earlier with Danny I think?  Put two Irish men in the same room and they’ll both sound the same. 

  I swing my legs out of bed and start a quick shower,  I start to wonder what exciting things Glen’s got planned for this holiday. Honestly it’ll just be nice to not have to think about anything for a minute; no lesson plans, no phonics tests, nothing.  It’s lovely.  Once the water of the shower stills to a faint dripping I hear that Glen’s back, thank god. I’ve been itching to go shopping from the minute I woke up. 

“Glen?  I’m ready where are you?”  Finally dressed and fully prepared for the cold I wander from room to room with no luck, until he appears from the kitchen looking rather flustered an angry frown fixed on his face.  With only a wave of a hand we walk out to the car together, instead of driving he stands outside the car from what I can see as I sit inside he’s getting more and more irate by the minute.   More hand waving and silent shouting ensues and he gets in the car beside me. 

The car pulls violently away, gravity pinning me to the back of my seat for a second until we steady into the stream of cars of Dublin centre. 

“Hey? What’s wrong?”  I glance over to him. He’s got that same frustrated look on his face as before and he doesn’t respond. 

“Glen?”  Still nothing. 

Deciding to leave it I sit back in my seat for the remainder of the drive.  Finally we’re there and after a few minutes of finding a parking space we can shop!  But, I’m not sure he wants to considering his as hard as stone facial expression.   My fingers find his when we’re inside the mall like shopping centre but his don’t hold mine in the way they normally would, they’re just limp.  My heart sinks and a disheartening feeling settles – Now I’d much rather go home and mope but is his mood really anything to do with me?  I don’t really want to be irrational and come off looking an idiot so I carry on walking with him around shops where I never really find anything.  Is this how a parent feels? Dragging a reluctant child around a store who screams for sweets now and again because this is exactly what it’s like right now.  

The sound of a phone blaring makes Glen shakes my glove clad fingers away from his and trail off behind me.  It must be the same person from before because he’s angry again – honestly in all the time with known each other and been together I’ve never seen him this angry, not sober anyway.

“I told you if it doesn’t happen I’ll cancel it!....” I sneak a listen in while peering in a jumper rack “I don’t care.  I’m not having this so close, I’ll kick up a shit storm.  I can’t afford to have this happen our flights are this evening.”  His voice breaks off into a frustrated sigh, his hand runs through his hair and his eyes meet mine.  There’s a desperate look in them and I know it’s not my fault. 

He returns to me and re-takes my hand holding tightly this time, but he stops and wraps his arms around me tightly. I can feel him sigh deeply pulling my body tighter in a hug.  Then he looks at me again intending to speak but hisses outwardly when the frankly annoying digital device in his pocket rings again. 

“For crying out loud.  I’ll meet you in a minute.  Go shop, I’ll text you when I’m done..”  Then he disappears, surprisingly he goes unnoticed by fans and people around.  He looks like any ordinary person here the grey beanie hiding his identity. To them he’s Glen Power the drummer from the Script but to me he’s my world and frankly whatever this is that’s stopping him from spending non-famous time with me is really grating.