Heeeeeeeeeey you guys,
So basically I was taken quite ill and Uni today and I had to come home, so whilst I've been at home the majority of the day I thought I would update....Two updates in two days, wow :P
The chapter following this is going to be possibly my favourite one to write so far. We're going to be introducing the new owners of the club, and an important person that will play a vital part in this book...and the next;).
He's going to play a huge part in Vienna's time at the club, and even beyond that...who knows. Haven't really looked that far into her future yet.
Anyway, it's another fairly short-ish chapter for now. Chapter 20 may possibly be fairly long I'm not sure, just have to see.
Sooooo, thank you for the overwhelming and ever growing amount of views, and likes! As I've said, comments, likes, views, everything like that are more than welcome.
"What have you and Megan got planned today?"
"We're going to head into the town for a bit. I've got to try and find Henry's birthday present and then we'll probably have lunch somewhere." I explain, applying a fair amount of foundation on my cheeks.
I'll be heading back down to Nottingham just after the Stoke game early October, and I couldn't be more excited. My cheesy, yet absolutely perfect One Direction calendar that hangs just behind my door is heavily marked with black crosses - I have literally been counting down the days since I first arrived here.
"Vienna!" Megan squeals from the living room, "Holy fucking shit!"
"I see Megan still retains her ever so graceful, and ladylike language." Mum lightly chuckles, "I will let you go anyway sweetheart, and I hope you have a lovely day!...I miss you."
My overly emotional mother takes a sharp intake of breath and begins to lightly sob, for the umpteenth time. I love my Mum don't get me wrong, who doesn't? I miss her like crazy, but I struggle to cope with her crying on the phone to me every time we have a conversation.
"Not long now." I soothe, "I'll be home soon Mum, okay?...I miss you too. Bye"
Before she has a chance to reply I hang up the phone. I know my Mum all too well and she will probably say goodbye, and then we'll end up talking for another hour because she's so desperate to stay on the phone.
Megan quickly bursts through the door, causing my mascara brush to fly out of my hand and bounce off the wall. It leaves a small, yet really fucking annoying blob on my wall.
"Christ Megan, have you not heard of knocking?!" I groan, grabbing a towel from the side of my bed and gently dabbing at the mascara blob, "If this doesn't come out I'll kick your ass."
"I got it!" She squeals, jumping up and down in the doorway, "V I got the job."
"At the patisserie?!"
My best friend squeals in excitement, and although I'm overly thrilled that we can get a little more money in, the prospect of free cake is almost too much to handle. I run up to her and throw my arms around her tiny frame, congratulating her in the process.
"How much do you get? How many hours?" Numerous questions come flying out in my mad rush of excitement.
"It's 30 hours a week." Megan lets out a deep sigh, "Monday, Wednesday, Thursday and Saturday I think. £7.50 per hour, so that's pretty good."
With the money I earn coming in on a monthly basis, and Megan's weekly instalment, we should be earning almost £3000 a month...which is pretty fucking awesome. To be honest I had doubts as to whether Megan would actually get a job, so this is the best news I could possibly here. Maybe this really is a fresh start.
My thoughts are interrupted by a polite knocking at the door, and my best friend and I exchange 'the look', before I take the casual stroll to our front door. Upon glancing through the peephole, the corridor seems pretty empty, apart from our adorable Chinese neighbours, Daisy and Mark, just exiting their flat.
"Morning." I gently open the door and greet our cheery neighbours, as they engage in conversation with one another.
"Vienna, good morning." Daisy smiles, and her eyes quickly switch to the small bouquet of flowers just beside the door, "A young gentleman just dropped these off. He was wearing a red striped beanie...I'm not sure if you know him."
James' face instantly pops into my mind. I don't even need a second to think about this, I already know it was James who dropped these off. Whether I should feel happy or pissed off I don't know. Any normal girl would feel blessed to have received half a dozen bright red roses at her front door from some guy, but this isn't a normal guy. This is James McNamee, and he has made my time here a living hell.
"V who's out there?" I hear Megan yell from inside our flat.
"It's Mark and Daisy."
With that, Megan slides her way through the door way as I reach down to grab the roses. Her face instantly lights up and she starts caressing the bouquet.
"Roses! For me?" Megan puts on an overly dramatic squeaky voice, and snatches the flowers from my hands.
Fuck sake she doesn't half piss me off sometimes.
"Not for you, idiot." I laugh, still aware of our neighbours stood in front of us, "Anyway we should go, but enjoy the rest of your day."
Megan mimics my actions, and we say our goodbyes to the couple. Upon stepping back into the flat Megan rushes off with the roses, chattering away about how they could be from some mystery admirer.
"They're not from some mystery admirer you twat, they're from James."
The second his name leaves me mouth, Megan spins on the spot and he jaw drops.
"Fuck. Off." She yells, "That sent you these?! You have clarified to him that you and Henry are still together haven't you?"
"Well obviously I have! We sorted things out after work on Saturday and I guess he just wanted to reaffirm that."
"He's such a suck up. Here I'll put them in some water."
Due to our small amount of furniture, Megan fills our sink with water and carefully places the flowers into the basin. She grabs her handbag and swings it over her arm before encouraging me to do the same. I walk back into my bedroom and grab my tattered black leather bag, throwing it over my shoulder before joining my best friend back in the hallway.
"Hey" She begins, as we begin exiting the flat, "I was thinking, because we've got a fair bit of money now, do you think we should starting looking at furniture?"
I shrug my shoulders in response. To be honest I have too much on my mind to even think about buying anything else to go in the flat. We do have a fair amount of money, but with the little under one grand rent we have to pay every month, and with the food shopping, train tickets for when Megan and I go back home, and Henry's birthday present, I would much rather sit on those bean bags for a few more weeks.
"Not now Meg." I groan, "Let's just leave it until I've got paid a little more."
My persistent best friend puts on her best 'puppy dog' look, but quickly gets the message when I ignore her.
"Town's dead man." I announce, as we enter the town centre.
A few huddles of people are taking leisurely strolls around the ghostly shopping centre. Mostly couples with their children, and the odd groups of chavs here and there, who whistle in Megan's direction and causing her to put on her really annoying as fuck high pitched giggle.
"Where do you wanna eat?" I yawn, running a hand through my hair.
As we walk further and further through the long lines of high street clothing shops, and various other establishments, an all too familiar business appears in front of us. We both stop simultaneously, much to the distress of an elderly couple behind us, who mumble something under their breath as they barge past us.
"Starbucks." I groan, "There's no argument we're going here."
"Wasn't really going to argue with you V. Shit it's been so long since I had a Starbucks."