After sitting on that plane, and then not bothering to sleep at the motel we had already paid for, we sat at a bar, and we talked and we laughed, and we reminded ourselves that we needed each other.
Liam and Harry stood playing pool, whilst Louis and Niall sat with me and spoke, they told me more about Zayn, the new girl he was with, she did sound amazing, but once again they said “she’ll never be you!” - but one day someone would be, and I was okay with that now.
“There’s a girl over there who hasn’t stopped looking at you all night.” I told Niall, and he looked over to the pretty red head, and I smiled at him, “You’ve not got some in a while, Niall. Go over there.” Louis smiled and nudged him, “Go and distract the friends for me?” Niall asked me, “Ask Louis, he’s your wingman.” I winked at him.
I watched the two tattoos troublemakers walk over to the table where the red head was, and I waited at the bar watching my four best friends fool around, how they should have been spending their teenage years, and their early twenties. I turned around, and picked up my phone, saw Zayn’s name flash on my screen, I answered the call.
“Hello?” I try and sound strong, and hear his heavy breathing, “Are you coming back with the boys?” he asked me, and I nodded, then spoke “Yeah, I am.” I whispered, “I need to see you Brook.” he told me, he was shaking, I knew he was. “Brook?” he asked me in a soft voice, and I sighed, “I’ll be there tomorrow. I promise” I told him, “No. Now. I need to see you now.” he was terrified.
“Zayn, I can’t right now.” I tell him, “I can’t just come back and give up my plans for you, that’s not us anymore.” I try and convince him I am right, “Maybe you’re right.” he muttered, “You know I am.” I told him, and he sighed again, this was right. “I’ve already come home for you, I’m not giving up one final night.” I tried to laugh, I heard it in his voice.
“It’s good to hear your voice.” he told me, “It’s not been that long.” I spoke, and he laughed, “Still too long.” he spoke, and hung up the phone. After that I knocked back two vodkas and cokes.
I stood up and walked outside to get some air, I waited to hear one of the boys ask me where I was going, but Niall had already left to the Red-Headed girl’s apartment, Louis was working on one of her friends, and Harry and Liam were still in a very intense game of pool. They wouldn’t notice if I just slipped away.
The cold air smacked my face, and the stars were out. I smiled over at a group of boisterous boys would stood outside, once again, it showed me how the boys, my boys, should have been. I lit a cigarette, and puffed out the stuff that would kill me if I kept it in for too long. I waited to hear the smoke leave in the air, but instead it seemed to draw someone to a fatal attraction.
“Excuse me.” I heard from behind me, and a boy with curly hair stood there, black hair, and slightly pale face, but held some colour. A black coat on, and dress shoes. Always judge a man by his shoes my mother had said. I looked back to his face. “Do I know you?” I asked, and blew my smoke to the side, carful not to hide his face.
“I loved you once” he told me, and I laughed loudly in his face, which now I realise may have been wildly inappropriate. “Excuse me?” I chuckled, “We were in high school together, and in 9th Grade, I had the biggest crush on you.” he told me, “Are you drunk?” I asked, “Only slightly.” he smirked at me, and I remembered his face then.
“You’re Daniel Badgley!” I almost screamed, he nodded at me. “How are you?” I asked him, and wrapped my arms around him, “I didn’t expect that reaction.” he laughed. I smiled softly at him, and bit down on my lips, he was rather cute in high school, but now, he had matured, and he seemed to look more of a man.
“Why do you buy me a drink, and we catch up?” I asked him, and he smirked and bit down on his own lips, “I like the sound of that.” I told him, and he put his hand behind my back and smiled walking me inside.
I caught sight of Liam and Harry as I walked inside, but suddenly I felt fifteen again, and I turned in a puff for Daniel. We sat down at the bar, he ordered a whiskey, I ordered a vodka. “I can’t believe after all of these years, of all the places I bump into you, is a beat up old bar.” he told me, “Why? Did you not expect to see me in a place like this?” I laughed at him, and he shook his head. “The Brook I remember was going to change the world, she was going to be a lawyer and go out and save lives, what happened to her?” he asked me.
“How do you I haven’t saved lives?” I smirked, and he chuckled at me, “Give me a brief history of Brook Green, everything from he moment you left,” he came in close and whispered it to me, and I smirked.
I told him everything, after all, he did ask. Everything from the moment I thought my parents were dead, until I met Zayn, and how Zayn loved me so much, and how we were involved with gangs, and i’d been shot - I told him he could see my scars some time - I told him about my baby charlie, how I had lost her, or him. I explained how I faked my death, with Liam. I told him that me and Zayn nearly go married until he left me with nothing but a letter, and stood me off. Then I told him about Harry. I told him how he profoundly loved me, but it just wasn’t going to fix the love I had with Zayn. But, I told him once again, how I went to get married, but then Zayn appeared and I left Harry at the alter - he told me it was poetic irony. I told him about the murders, the violence, the eternal love and bonds I had made. I even told him I tried to kill myself. I told him everything, and even then he smiled at me and told me, “I guess you have saved a couple of lives.”
“I’ve not scared you off?” I asked him, and he shook his head, and smiled at me, “You’ve always attached trouble, I remember, several times you being expelled, and I liked you then, didn’t I?” he asked me, “What about you?” I asked, “Has your life been as exciting as mine has?” I smiled, and picked up his whiskey for him, and drank it for him too.
“Not quite. I dated a few girls, but nothing serious. I’m a writer. Well, struggling. Stuck for ideas, but it would be nice for a company to at least try and read one of them. But, it’s not that bad. I have a job at a magazine.” he told me, “Want to switch?” I asked him, and he smirked at me, “Maybe, intwine.” he told me, and we continued to drink.
Louis had long left the bar with two girls on his arm. Whereas, Liam and Harry now sat in the corner, and watched me and Daniel - I smiled at him and laughed, and god it felt good to be in company of someone that knows me, but didn’t care if I’d changed. He loved hearing me talk, much like I loved hearing him. Though by 3am, the bar had a last call, and we weren’t done, intoxicated and half-smitten I stood up and the floor moved beneath me.
“Where are you going to go now?” he asked me, and I walked out of the bar with him, “Well, I have a motel room, until I can go back home.” I tell him, “Come home with me.” he told me, and I laughed, “That came a across weird, I didn’t mean to -“ he made himself chuckle, and I grabbed his hand, “I’d love too.” I smirked, “I’m going to just say goodbye to my friends.” I tell him, and point to Liam and Harry. “I’ll call us a cab.” he told me, and I nodded.
As Daniel stood outside on the phone I walked over to Harry and Liam. Harry stood up and grabbed my arm to stabilise me. “Your friend has left?” he asked me, “No, he’s calling us a cab?” I speak, “Us?” Liam asked, and I nodded. “Going home with a stranger, aren’t you passed that?” Liam continued, “I am past that, he’s not a stranger.” I snapped, and shook Harry off.
“I went to high school with him, and now I am going home with him, don’t worry I will be home for the morning.” I tried to convince them, and they exchanged looks, “You’ll still go if we say no, won’t you?” Harry tried not to laugh, but couldn’t help himself.
“This guy isn’t like us. He’s so nice, and he’s different. I don’t want to ruin him. So, I am going to be honest with him, and the moment he might be ruined, I’m going to stop everything. Besides, it’s one night. Nothing more.” I told them, “Be safe.” Liam snarled, not liking my freedom, but finally accepting it.
I went home with Daniel, and his apartment, consisted of two rooms, an open planned living room and kitchen, and a bathroom. Old oak flooring, though the place had a rustic feel. “This is probably not what you’re used to.” he spoke to me, “No, it’s not. I’ve not been alone with a boy with good intentions for a long time.” I giggled innocently.
“I meant being in a place like this.” he sat down beside me and handed me a whiskey, “Do all writers drink whiskey, because your a little bit of a cliche Daniel.” I laughed, and he smirked. We sat for an hour, and spoke, and laughed, and god I had forgot what it was like to be free.
“Daniel Badgley, why didn’t you tell me you loved me in 9th grade? You could have saved me a lot of heartbreak.” I smirked up at him, and I lay down over his lap, facing up to him, and he laughed, “You’d never love someone like me.” he smirked, “Artistic, Loyal, sweet, kind, and you’re not that bad looking, I suppose.” I laughed, and he brushed my hair back, and I laughed him, and reached to his face, “Don’t let me kiss you for two months.” I say to him, and he frowned with confusion.
“Why?” he asked me, and I sat up to face him, “It could kill you.” I tell him. “How do you know I will be around that long?” he asked me, “Because you’re a good one.” I laughed. We continued the night laughing, and talking.
It made a difference being with someone so normal. Ordinary was nice and so deeply missed, I looked over at my phone and remembered my earlier phone call from Zayn, I’d always loved his danger, I loved that he wasn’t ordinary - but maybe that just get’s old. This was life I never got, and for just night, it was perfect. I would have this again one day. I knew I would.