we all have a favourite book that we can read over and over again without losing interest in it. although we know exactly what the storyline is, and how it all comes crashing down, we still choose to read it once more.
why?
maybe it's the way we ge...
it is now the next day, the day i'm going to meet up with brook. the day of mine and brooks date. that sounds great to say
we texted each other a lot throughout yesterday; we couldn't seem to end our conversation. hopefully that's how it will go today. i'm sure it will since we've been able to talk so easily about almost anything.
i started getting ready since i'm supposed to be meeting him at 11. we were only going to a little cafe, so it wasn't some sort of fancy date and i didn't need to dress up or anything. i'm just going for a casual look
i put on some black leggings with a loose white shirt, putting on a denim jacket, a thin black scarf, and i matched this with some brown boots
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i took out my scalp plaits (a/n french braids to people who don't call them scalp plaits) which i had put in my hair before going to sleep to make my hair slightly wavy.
i headed to the little cafe that we'd planned to meet at and walked inside, seeing that brook was already sat down with a drink. i smiled and walked over, sitting across from him.
"hey" i said, causing him to look up from his phone and smile at me
"hey" he smiled, putting his phone away "do you want a drink?" he asked
"uh yea please" i said, getting some money out my bag and handing it to him. he gave me it back
"no no, it's on me" he smiled. before i could refuse to let him pay he was already up and ordering me a drink. i sat and waited for him to return
"and here's a drink for the pretty girl" he said, placing it in front of me and sitting back in his seat. i giggled and rolled my eyes
"you didn't have to pay you know" i said, drinking my drink "ow its hot!" i gasped, putting it back down
he chuckled "i wanted to pay"
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we'd been sat for about an hour, speaking none stop. there's just something about him, other than his looks, that makes me really like him. he's just so easy to talk to
"so where are you from" he asked
"well i'm originally from birmingham but i moved to ireland when i was about 6, so i'm guessing i have a mix of both accents" i laughed, managing to actually have a drink since it had cooled down.
"oh cool. did you move here by yourself or with family?"
"by myself. i uh i don't really have any family" i said slightly quieter than i'd been speaking
"oh. i'm sor-"
"don't say you're sorry!" i said, cutting him off before he could say it "a lot happened, it was years ago. i'm over it"
"okay. . . what happened if you don't mind me asking" he spoke, sounding genuinely concerned
i found myself opening up to him about everything which was probably a big mistake. i told him about how my mum and dad died, and why my brother ran away. i told him how and why my boyfriend left me at that point and that i had no one. i hadn't spoke about it in a long time, but i somehow managed not to cry
"sorry, that was probably a bit much" i said with a slight laugh
"no it's alright, just. . . it must have been so hard for you" he replied in a gentle voice
"it was" i said, looking down at my hands as i fidgeted with them. he reached across the table and put his hand over mine, making me look up at him and smile slightly .
"i wont leave you" he said, and the tone in his voice made me believe him, so i smiled properly. it took me a while to notice that he'd laced our fingers together so we were properly holding hands
"there's something i should probably tell you. it's nothing bad, i just don't want you to see me differently" he spoke, sounding kinda nervous. what is he going to say? he has a girlfriend? hes moving to the philippines? he's gay? no of course not
"what is it?" i asked
"well, i'm in a boyband-"
"a boyband? you sing?" i immediately asked before he could say anything else. he laughed slightly and nodded
"that's cool! is it fun?"
"yea it really is," he smiled, becoming his confident self again "and i get to live with my best friends" he smiled
"how many of you is there?"
"5, including me. and one of our friends who also sings lives with us too"
"oh that seems like a nightmare" i laughed
"it is, but it's fun" he laughed
we spoke for a while longer before he had somehwere to be, so he left. we agreed to meet up again some time soon, and i can't wait for that day
a/n i still think the only good chapter is chapter 11 but we're almost there :)
