“Well maybe now is the time to have a go again?” I raised my brow and felt him grip my hand. His hand was huge in mine and I tightened my grip before I placed myself on the piano stool. He was towering over me. My heart pounded against my chest and I scooted over before I tapped the space beside me. I exhaled slightly and watched as he placed himself down. “What song do you know?” A small laugh escaped his lips and god was it a delightful sound.
“Er, that Scottish lad what’s his name?” I rolled my eyes. Was this man living in the dark ages? I started to play the cords to his song and began to hum. I closed my eyes softly and began to play the chorus. I heard the room begin to go quieter. I heard his breathing soften next to me and I opened my mouth,
“Tell me more, tell me something I don’t know, Could we come close to havin’ it all? If you’re gonna waste my time, let’s waste it right,” I opened my eyes to see people staring with their jaws on the floor. Fuck how much have I had to drink? “Hold me while you wait, I wish that I was good enough, if only I could wake you up, my love, my love, my love, won’t you stay a while? I wish you cared a little more, I wish you’d told me this before, my love, my love, my love, won’t you stay a while?” There was a thunder of applause from around us. My face filled with blood. I glanced under my lashes towards him. His mouth was slightly open as if he was about to say something but his adam’s apple rose and fell. I moved my hands swiftly away from the piano and placed them in my lap. “It’s your turn now.” I swallowed the lump in my throat and watched as his fingers spread across the keys. He took a deep breath and shook his head towards me.
“I can’t tonight.” He removed his hands from the keys and took mine in his once he had stood up. I glared at him and watched as he nodded down at me. My heart thudded harder as I took his hand. I had completely forgotten about the eyes around the room looking at every move we were making.
“I know you can play, somebody who can’t doesn’t spread their hands across keys like that.” My statement was blunt. I watched as he smiled widely.
“Hmm, or maybe I’m just good with my fingers Avaya?” I scoffed a laugh and nudged him slightly. I watched as he looked down towards his watch and his chest suddenly got bigger. “I think it’s about time I got back.” I tucked my wild hair behind my ear and nodded at his confession. “C’mon we should find your friends.” He tugged slightly on my arm and I shook my head softly, my hair had now moved and was swirling around my face.
“No don’t worry, I’ll find them or I’ll find Grace.” I tried my hardest to remove my hair from my face when he did it for me. His fingers trailed along the length of my jaw before he tucked my hair behind my ear. I closed my eyes softly and inhaled his expensive smelling aftershave.
“You can keep the hoodie.” He muttered more to himself than me. His hand lingered for a split second and I traced my hand towards it. Please don’t leave. I opened my eyes again to see a tormented look spreading in his usual steady facial expression. I removed my hand and took a step away from him. He nodded at me and as he brushed past me to leave I suddenly felt as though I’d just been hit by a bus. I have to find Nance or Soph. Fucking hell. I can’t breathe. I couldn’t jog anywhere in these fucking heels but I no longer wanted to be alone with eyes on me.
Vens - Sunday
I didn’t sleep. I was tormented by her piercing sea green eyes staring through me like she could have fallen in love with me. I was bad for her. It took all of me to walk away from her. I closed my eyes again in an attempt to go back to sleep but the image of her perfect silhouette floating towards me in the silk dress, her dark waves cascading down her back and her eyes. Her fucking eyes. I shook my head as I sat up in bed. I shouldn’t have even been near her. Jay was missing. He’d done a fucking runner on his own and nobody knew where he’d gone. Not even Chloe. I groaned and ran my fingers across my phone. It was 6am. I could no longer lay here all day in self pity. My veins ached, my head ached and I was itching for another fix. I glanced around my cold and empty looking bedroom and made my way down the hallway to find Chloe. She would have figured out where he’d gone.
I placed my hand against her bedroom door and began to knock. She answered before I could open it myself. She stood leant against the door frame. She had the same mud brown eyes as her brother, the type that was difficult to say no to and a platinum blonde bob. I smirked at her, stood there in just her underwear and placed my hands against her hips pushing her further back into the room.
“Put some clothes on or you’ll get me in trouble again.” My words came out as a growl and I watched as her hands rested around my neck.
“He’s not here.” She muttered against my ear. Usually she wouldn’t have to say another word
