If We Ever Meet Again. Portia MacIntosh

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      ‘I would have, but I forgot the bag with my clothes in. Don’t laugh!’ I warn him.

      He does laugh, and it’s adorable. His eyes light up when he laughs and he’s got the most gorgeous smile.

      ‘What are we going to do with you?’ he sighs, putting his arm around me and I wonder if he’s doing it to keep me warm, or just to touch me.

      ‘I’ll be fine.’

      ‘You’ll freeze! Don’t worry, I’m sure I’ve got something you can wear,’ he says as he ushers me into Starbucks.

      I don’t think I have ever been so happy to be in Starbucks. I haven’t been inside this particular branch before, but it all feels so familiar and I instantly feel more relaxed. I may have been feeling out of my comfort zone before but this feels just like home.

      We grab our drinks and take a seat on the sofa in the only dark corner of the room, something my hangover and I are very thankful for.

      ‘So last night was a bit mad,’ Luke starts. ‘I’m sorry we didn’t see very much of each other, did you sleep on the sofa all night?’

      ‘I did. I was tipsy, I must have fallen asleep there,’ I lie.

      ‘I’m sorry you had to walk back with Torpedo.’

      What I’m thinking is that I’m sorry I had to as well, but what I say out loud is, ‘Don’t worry about it.’

      The conversation feels forced and awkward, and it worries me that I still have to spend a few more days with these people, living in such a small space. Yes, it’s a big bus, but not when you’re trying to avoid people.

      ‘Well you must have had a horrible night’s sleep, but don’t worry, we’re booked in a hotel tonight.’

      Thank God! After one night of not sleeping in a bed I am absolutely desperate to climb into one, even if I don’t get to sleep, even if it’s just for a minute.

      ‘We’ve got three rooms booked, that’s all the hotel in Birmingham had. Management wanted to put us somewhere really nice though. They’re kissing our arses because the album is doing so well.’

      ‘Yeah, that’s great. I’m missing sleeping in a proper bed already.’

      ‘We’ve got three double rooms. Mick is going in with Ben, and Mark and Eddie usually share,’ he tells me, waiting for a few seconds before he finishes his sentence. ‘We could share if you wanted to?’

      I hesitate and before I get chance to reply, Luke starts talking again.

      ‘Unless you don’t want to. I mean, I can go in with Mark and Ed, no problem.’

      ‘No, it’s fine. We can’t have the celebrities squashed in the same bed,’ I tease, secretly delighted.

      ‘Good,’ he replies, leaning closer to me and resting his hand gently on my leg. ‘Maybe we’ll finally get some time alone together,’ he lowers his voice to a whisper. ‘I can’t wait to get you on your own.’

      I smile and sip my coffee. So I haven’t scared him off after all. There’s nothing like a bit of jealousy to keep them keen.

       Chapter Ten

      The Road

      Back at the bus, I wait patiently as Luke searches around in the luggage compartment for something warm for me to wear. The dress I am currently wearing was perfect for keeping cool at the venue last night, but in the harsh light of day the alcohol stain stands out a mile and my pretty little dress does not go with the big, clumsy Uggs I am stuck wearing – but hey, at least my feet are warm.

      ‘No clean clothes,’ Luke calls out, still waist deep in the luggage compartment. ‘Unless you want something butch-looking that stinks of sweat.’

      I laugh, although to be honest I’m a bit distracted staring at his bum.

      ‘Don’t worry, I’ll be fine,’ I eventually call back.

      ‘There is this though,’ he says, holding up the biggest Two For The Road T-shirt I have ever seen.

      ‘We’ve sold a lot of merchandise this tour, which is lucky for us. Sucks for you though, only extra-large T-shirts left – but it’s got to be warmer than what you’re wearing now, right? It will certainly cover more skin...unfortunately,’ he adds with a wink.

      Taking the huge T-shirt from him, I hold it up against my body, you could fit at least two of me in this, but I think I can make it work. Sadly I don’t think I can do anything about the fact that it is bright orange, though.

      ‘This will be perfect, don’t worry.’

      I head into the living area. No one is around so I can get changed here if I’m fast. Mark and Eddie have gone to get something to eat and, as far as I know, Ben is still sleeping. I check that I am totally alone one last time before slipping off my beautiful dress and slipping on my huge, bright-orange replacement. I can’t imagine anyone wanting to wear one of these T-shirts, even if they are a fan of the band, and surely if a person needed a shirt this big, they wouldn’t want it to be bright orange?

      As I predicted, I look like I am wearing a tent, but I’m not finished yet. If there’s one thing I learned during my short stint at Brownies (I was way too edgy to cook, sew and collect crap that I found on the floor in the park), it’s that you should always carry safety pins in your bag. Pulling all the extra fabric from both sides, I pin them together in line with the small of my back before rolling up the sleeves a little. My huge orange T-shirt now looks a bit more like a dress. A bright-orange, TFTR-branded dress that doesn’t really clash too much with my boots. To be honest, my gold accessories set it off quite nicely. I don’t look too shocking and I’m definitely warmer.

      Stepping off the bus, I see Mark, Luke and Eddie smoking, and they look very amused by my outfit – probably because it’s free advertising for them.

      ‘Wilde, what did you do to it?’ Luke asks, astonished. ‘It actually suits you!’

      ‘That’s the thing with our Nicole, she can make anything look amazing, can’t you, babe?’ Eddie says, taking a final drag on his cigarette and flicking it across the car park.

      ‘You’re too kind, boys,’ I say, embarrassed but flattered to hear Eddie refer to me as theirs.

      I look over at Mark, who is leaning on the bus. He hasn’t spoken to me today and I don’t think he’s going to either.

      ‘We’d better get a move on,’ Eddie says, jumping aboard the bus way too energetically for someone who drank so much last night. ‘Luke, get that lazy bastard Ben up, will you?’

      ‘I’m on it!’ he replies, giving Eddie a playful smack on the bum as he follows him up the stairs.

      It’s just me and Mark now. Awkward. If he’s not going to say anything, then I guess I’d better try.

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