little green reflected a country village at this time of night.
I banged on Harry’s door and rang the bell. His house was in complete darkness and I prayed that he was alone.
Eventually I saw movement in the glass door beyond.
As he came closer I realised he was naked apart from his shorts. Did the man walk round his house in a permanent state of nakedness?
He opened the door, his face screwed up against the street lights. I had clearly just woke him up.
‘Please tell me that Badger isn’t lying naked in your bed too.’
He blinked at me in confusion. ‘He better bloody not be.’
‘Samantha?
‘We broke up.’
I stalled over this.
‘Any other hot beautiful ladies?’
He shook his head, trying to rub the sleep from his eyes. ‘Nice pyjamas.’
I looked down at the pyjamas he had bought me. Maybe I should have changed before I came over. I shivered against the cold chill of the night. ‘Look. I just wanted to say...’
To my surprise, he leaned forward and took my hand, pulling me into his house and shutting the door behind me.
‘Are you going to shout at me again, because I’m really not awake enough for that? I’ll most likely say something I’ll regret.’
‘I came to say I’m sorry.’
‘Ah. You’re sorry, I’m sorry…’ he waved his hand in the air as if it all meant nothing. ‘Come on.’ Without another word he started walking back down the hall and up the stairs, pulling me along in his wake.
‘Why are you not making a bigger deal out of this? Do you not want to hear my big apology?’
‘No. I don’t need to hear it. I’m going back to bed. Five minutes ago I was in the middle of the best dream I’ve ever had. If I hurry I can go back there.’
He climbed into bed and, as he was still holding my hand, I had to get into bed with him.
‘But you were right. I’m a bitch.’
‘I never said that.’ He folded the duvet over me and closed his eyes as he sank back into his pillow.
‘But everything you said. You were right. I should be happy that Jules has found love again. Jack would want that too. And tomorrow I’m going to go round and apologise to Jules and Badger. Do you not want to do some smug victory dance or at the very least say, ‘I told you so’?’
Harry reached out blindly and pulled me into his arms, so my head was lying on his chest.
‘My best friend has just accepted her sister-in-law moving on with another man. I don’t think there is anything to celebrate there. I can’t even imagine the kind of strength it takes to find this out and then accept it a few hours later, I can’t imagine how much it must hurt. So go to sleep, tomorrow I’ll make you breakfast in bed and then we can go and apologise together.’
My heart swelled with love for him.
Within moments his breathing had turned heavy.
‘Harry,’ I whispered.
There was no answer.
‘Harry, I’m trying really hard to fall out of love with you and this is not helping.’
There was still no answer.
His skin was like velvet, soft and warm to the touch. I closed my eyes and snuggled against him as I finally fell asleep.
Chapter Seven
Proposer’s Blog
Day 6: The Alphabetti Proposal. Location: My kitchen.
Suzie ended up staying at mine last night, in my guest room of course. After a hard day for her yesterday and a hard one facing her today, I wanted to give her something to cheer her up. What better way to wake up than with a proposal breakfast in bed.
I luckily had a tin of Heinz Alphabetti Spaghetti in my cupboard. My nephew loves the stuff, so I always have some in for when he comes to stay. I figured I would do spaghetti on toast and spell out the proposal around the rim of the plate. I cooked the Alphabetti carefully, ensuring that I didn’t break up any of the letters whilst stirring, then tipped the contents onto the plate whilst I was cooking the toast. Finding all the letters needed for the proposal was a lot harder than I thought. There was no Y
–
there were six Zs, six,
I banged on Harry’s door and rang the bell. His house was in complete darkness and I prayed that he was alone.
Eventually I saw movement in the glass door beyond.
As he came closer I realised he was naked apart from his shorts. Did the man walk round his house in a permanent state of nakedness?
He opened the door, his face screwed up against the street lights. I had clearly just woke him up.
‘Please tell me that Badger isn’t lying naked in your bed too.’
He blinked at me in confusion. ‘He better bloody not be.’
‘Samantha?
‘We broke up.’
I stalled over this.
‘Any other hot beautiful ladies?’
He shook his head, trying to rub the sleep from his eyes. ‘Nice pyjamas.’
I looked down at the pyjamas he had bought me. Maybe I should have changed before I came over. I shivered against the cold chill of the night. ‘Look. I just wanted to say...’
To my surprise, he leaned forward and took my hand, pulling me into his house and shutting the door behind me.
‘Are you going to shout at me again, because I’m really not awake enough for that? I’ll most likely say something I’ll regret.’
‘I came to say I’m sorry.’
‘Ah. You’re sorry, I’m sorry…’ he waved his hand in the air as if it all meant nothing. ‘Come on.’ Without another word he started walking back down the hall and up the stairs, pulling me along in his wake.
‘Why are you not making a bigger deal out of this? Do you not want to hear my big apology?’
‘No. I don’t need to hear it. I’m going back to bed. Five minutes ago I was in the middle of the best dream I’ve ever had. If I hurry I can go back there.’
He climbed into bed and, as he was still holding my hand, I had to get into bed with him.
‘But you were right. I’m a bitch.’
‘I never said that.’ He folded the duvet over me and closed his eyes as he sank back into his pillow.
‘But everything you said. You were right. I should be happy that Jules has found love again. Jack would want that too. And tomorrow I’m going to go round and apologise to Jules and Badger. Do you not want to do some smug victory dance or at the very least say, ‘I told you so’?’
Harry reached out blindly and pulled me into his arms, so my head was lying on his chest.
‘My best friend has just accepted her sister-in-law moving on with another man. I don’t think there is anything to celebrate there. I can’t even imagine the kind of strength it takes to find this out and then accept it a few hours later, I can’t imagine how much it must hurt. So go to sleep, tomorrow I’ll make you breakfast in bed and then we can go and apologise together.’
My heart swelled with love for him.
Within moments his breathing had turned heavy.
‘Harry,’ I whispered.
There was no answer.
‘Harry, I’m trying really hard to fall out of love with you and this is not helping.’
There was still no answer.
His skin was like velvet, soft and warm to the touch. I closed my eyes and snuggled against him as I finally fell asleep.
Chapter Seven
Proposer’s Blog
Day 6: The Alphabetti Proposal. Location: My kitchen.
Suzie ended up staying at mine last night, in my guest room of course. After a hard day for her yesterday and a hard one facing her today, I wanted to give her something to cheer her up. What better way to wake up than with a proposal breakfast in bed.
I luckily had a tin of Heinz Alphabetti Spaghetti in my cupboard. My nephew loves the stuff, so I always have some in for when he comes to stay. I figured I would do spaghetti on toast and spell out the proposal around the rim of the plate. I cooked the Alphabetti carefully, ensuring that I didn’t break up any of the letters whilst stirring, then tipped the contents onto the plate whilst I was cooking the toast. Finding all the letters needed for the proposal was a lot harder than I thought. There was no Y
–
there were six Zs, six,
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