“What’s wrong?” She made her way towards me and I tried my hardest to smile.
“Nothing I’m okay?” She rested her and against my shoulder as she sat next to me and looked towards the wardrobe.
“Where are you going tonight?” I shrugged and glanced at the sadness in her eyes. My mood must have been rubbing off on her.
“Just going to get my gig money and then I think some of my friends are having a few drinks there?” She nodded and started to route through my mounds of clothes. There were some that had never even been placed on my back. She pulled out a few, they were all short and I chuckled.
“God mum no.” She smiled widely and then pulled out a nice casual dress. I nodded. This might work… She threw it in my direction.
“Try it. It’s nice enough with a pair of heels.” She eyed up the bag next to me and grinned. “Possibly that you brought today?” I giggled and nodded.
“Thanks mum.” She leant down and planted a kiss on my forehead. I relaxed slightly and reached up to give her a cuddle. I could always count on her to lift my spirits. I pulled my dress over my head, it was cream in colour and asymmetric. My only criticism was that it was a little low cut. I frowned at my appearance in the mirror. I placed on my heels and grabbed my clutch bag before I sprayed my perfume. I pulled the high bun out and let my natural waves fall around my face. This will have to do… I exhaled and made my way to The Top Hat before I had a chance to change my mind.
My plan was simple. Say hi, gather my gig money and sneak away. None of them would even notice I’d gone. There were bouncers at the doors again and they opened them for me. Huge gangster looking bouncers. The types you see in Hollywood films. The bald older guy had been on duty the night before and must have recognised me. I ushered my way through a sea of people. I realised that it was a Sunday night but there were people in every spare space. I finally made my way to Alfie at the bar. He was serving again. He looked rushed off his feet. He smiled behind me and I noticed two familiar hands rest upon my stomach. The smell of him surrounded me.
I instantly turned to see his large pools of blue staring down at me.
“You’re wonderful aren’t you? " My eyes didn’t move off his and I shrugged. I had never been called wonderful by anyone before.
"Not really, just average." He stared down at me, a smirk crossed his handsome face and my stomach tightened.
“There is nothing average about you.” He looked serious. I took in a breath and tucked my hair behind my ear. He leant down and placed his lips against my ear. I felt a familiar warmth between my legs and closed my eyes tightly. "It really is no wonder he kept you quiet you know?" My breathing suddenly stopped. Whatever power he had over women, I was no exception to the rule. I shook my head softly. Confused by his honest outburst I blushed and pushed his chest slightly to try and put some space between us before I self combust. "He has a soft spot for you." I laughed awkwardly and looked away from him before I cleared my throat.
"I doubt he'd admit that one." I finally had enough space between us to think clearly. I watched as he shrugged and smirked down at me. My hand slipped down his chest and he caught my hand in his, running his thumb across the palm of my hand.
“You really are beautiful.” I shook my head at him and blushed a deep shade of red.
“And you must be blind." I whispered eventually. I watched him shake his head.
"Far from it actually, 20/20 vision. Perfect eyesight." I rolled my eyes. Of course they're perfect. You are perfect. I took a step back from his grasp, unwillingly.
"Did you come to torture me for any particular reason?" He held his hand on his chest and gripped it. His white loose fitted t-shirt crumpled underneath his grasp.
“Not really.” He flashed his pearly white teeth and me and I smiled to myself. He winked at me and released my hand. I leant into his a little and tiptoed up towards his ear.
“That’s a shame I thought you were going to finish what you started last night.” I ran my lips across his ear and I was sure his breathing stopped after he gasped. I smirked and waved towards Alfie. He looked at the small gap between where Haz and I stood and tilted his head towards a younger looking lad. I followed his line of sight and noticed that the young dirty blonde haired lad was giving me what I could only describe as come to bed eyes. I cleared my throat and raised my eyebrows at him. His eyes lingered towards my chest and he pushed a beer mat towards me. I read the scrawled writing. ‘What's your name?’ I smiled politely in his direction. He looked as though he had just left college, his face was youthful and his dirty blonde hair was rugged. I looked at what he was wearing. He was smartly dressed in a shirt and some form of suit trousers; they were too formal for a place like this. Or maybe he had just come from a meeting? I dropped my gaze from him
