Cecelia Ahern 2-Book Valentine Collection: PS I Love You, Where Rainbows End. Cecelia Ahern

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      ‘Sit!’ she ordered him.

      He moaned again and dragged his weary body over to the couch where he collapsed and stretched out along the entire thing, leaving no room for Holly. She rolled her eyes and dragged her dad’s armchair closer to Declan.

      ‘I feel like I’m with a shrink,’ he laughed, crossing his arms behind his head and staring up at her.

      ‘Good, because I’m really going to pick your brains.’

      Declan whinged again, ‘Oh, Holly, do we have to? We just talked about this the other night.’

      ‘Did you honestly think that was all I was going to say? “Oh, I’m sorry, Declan, but I didn’t like the way you publicly humiliated me and my friends. See you next week”?’

      ‘Obviously not.’

      ‘Come on, Declan,’ she said, softening her tone, ‘I just want to understand why you thought it would be such a great idea not to tell me you were filming me and my friends?’

      ‘You knew I was filming,’ he said defensively.

      ‘For a documentary about club life!’ Holly raised her voice in frustration at her younger brother.

      ‘And it was about club life,’ Declan laughed.

      ‘Oh, you think you’re so bloody clever,’ she snapped at him, and he stopped laughing. She counted to ten and breathed slowly to prevent herself from attacking him.

      ‘Come on, Declan,’ she said quietly. ‘Do you not think that I am going through enough right now without having to worry about this as well? And without even asking me? I cannot for the life of me understand why you would do it!’

      Declan sat up on the couch and became serious for a change, ‘I know, Holly, I know you’ve been through hell but I thought this would cheer you up. I wasn’t lying when I said I was going to film the club because that’s what I had planned on doing. But when I brought it back to college to begin the edit everyone thought that it was just so funny that I couldn’t not show it to people.’

      ‘Yeah, but you put it on TV, Declan.’

      ‘I didn’t know that was the prize, honestly,’ he said, wide-eyed. ‘Nobody knew, not even my lecturers! How could I say no to it when I won?’

      Holly gave up and ran her fingers through her hair.

      ‘I honestly thought you would like it,’ he smiled. ‘I checked with Ciara and even she said you’d like it. I’m sorry if I upset you,’ he mumbled.

      Holly continued nodding her head through his explanation, realising he genuinely had good intentions, however misguided. Suddenly she stopped. What had he just said? She sat up, alert in her seat. ‘Declan, did you just say that Ciara knew about the tape?’

      Declan froze in his seat and tried to think of a way to back himself out of the corner he found himself in. Coming up with nothing, he threw himself back onto the couch and covered his head with a cushion, knowing he had just started World War Three.

      ‘Oh, Holly, don’t say anything to her. She’ll kill me!’ came his muffled reply.

      Holly bounded out of her seat and stormed upstairs, thumping her feet on every stair to show Ciara she was really mad. She yelled threats at Ciara all the way up and pounded on her bedroom door.

      ‘Don’t come in!’ yelled Ciara from inside.

      ‘You are in so much trouble, Ciara!’ Holly screamed. She burst her way inside, putting on her most terrifying face.

      ‘I told you not to come in!’ wailed Ciara.

      Holly was about to start screaming all sorts of insulting things at her sister but stopped herself when she saw Ciara sitting on the floor with what looked like a photo album on her lap and tears streaming down her face.

      CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

      ‘Oh, Ciara, what’s wrong?’ Holly said soothingly. She was worried; she couldn’t remember the last time she had seen Ciara cry. In fact, she didn’t even know Ciara knew how to cry. Whatever had reduced her to tears must be something serious.

      ‘Nothing’s wrong,’ Ciara said, snapping the photo album shut and sliding it under her bed. She seemed embarrassed to be caught crying and she wiped her face roughly, trying to look as if she didn’t care.

      Downstairs on the couch, Declan peeped his head out from under the cushion. It was eerily quiet up there; he hoped they hadn’t done anything stupid to one another. He tiptoed upstairs and listened outside the door.

      ‘Something is wrong,’ Holly said, crossing the room to join her sister on the floor. She wasn’t sure how to deal with Ciara like this. This was a complete role reversal; ever since they were kids it had always been Holly who had done all the crying. Ciara was supposed to be the strong one.

      ‘I’m fine,’ Ciara snapped.

      ‘OK,’ Holly said looking around, ‘but if there’s something on your mind that’s upsetting you, you know you can talk to me about it, don’t you?’

      Ciara refused to look at her and just nodded her head. Holly began to stand up to leave her sister in peace when all of a sudden Ciara burst into tears again. Holly quickly sat back down and wrapped her arms protectively round her younger sister. Holly stroked Ciara’s silky pink hair while she cried quietly.

      ‘Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?’ she asked softly.

      Ciara gurgled some sort of reply and sat up to slide the photo album back out from under the bed. She opened it with trembling hands and flicked a few pages.

      ‘Him,’ she said, sadly pointing to a photograph of her and some guy Holly didn’t recognise. In fact, Holly barely recognised her sister. She looked so different and so much younger. The photograph was taken on a beautiful sunny day on a boat overlooking the Sydney Opera House. Ciara was sitting happily on his knee with her arms wrapped round his neck and he was staring at her with a huge smile on his face. Holly couldn’t get over how pretty Ciara looked. She had blonde hair, which Holly had never seen on her sister before, and a great big smile on her face. Her features looked much softer – she didn’t look as if she was going to bite someone’s head off for a change.

      ‘Is that your boyfriend?’ Holly asked gently.

      ‘Was,’ Ciara sniffed, and a tear landed on the page.

      ‘Is that why you came home?’ she asked softly, wiping a tear from her sister’s face.

      Ciara nodded.

      ‘Do you want to tell me what happened?’

      Ciara gasped for breath. ‘We had a fight.’

      ‘Did he …’ Holly chose her words carefully, ‘he didn’t hurt you or anything did he?’

      Ciara shook her head. СКАЧАТЬ