I have been working like crazy recently and after catching up with this weeks Corrie, this just came to me on my lunch break. Not entirely sure when it's set, just sometime in the future I guess.
Peter Barlow walked into The Rovers Return pub at around eight thirty pm on a Friday night.
He knew it would be packed, full of people getting their weekend started. He was trying to make some sense of all the things he had been told through out the day but he just couldn't.
He looked around at all those familiar faces, the ones that he had been so used to seeing all the time before he had left Coronation Street back in November.
There was Michelle and Steve behind the bar, very much the happily married couple. Peter had heard that they were getting married in the Spring and was a little disappointed to find he had received no form of invitation from either of them. He and Steve had been the best of friends before everything had started go wrong back in 2014 and he had hoped that after everything, Steve might have still wanted him there on his big day.
Noris Cole and Mary Taylor were both stood at the bar talking about something trivial no doubt and Sally Webster was stood with her boyfriend Tim they were obviously having some sort of argument as Sally looked furious whilst Tim looked apologetic. Peter looked past them, he didn't really care what anyone in the pub was doing, he was too busy hoping, praying that the rumours he had heard were just that but then he saw it.
He saw her.
His wife was just a few metres from him and she was sitting at a table in the corner, looking more beautiful than ever. Her skin was a shade of golden brown as if she had just been on holiday, her long brown hair was tumbling around her shoulders and she was dressed in a sleeveless pink dress that stopped just above the knees.
Carla Connor in a bright pink dress? The sight of it would have been more shocking to him if there wasn't something else, something much more insane going on at that table and holding Peter's attention. He stood motionless watching her... watching them.
Carla was gazing dreamily into the eyes of another, someone who Peter would never had expected her to be sat having a drink with. There weren't even friends were they? They had never really got along but as he continued to stare ahead of him, he feared that this man might be the one that he had heard about.
He swallowed hard hoping that he was wrong and that the sight before him was innocent.
She wouldn't go there with him, surely not.
Peter's fears were confirmed as Carla leant in and kissed this man passionately in front of everyone, as if she didn't have a care in the world and as the man eagerly kissed her back Peter was sure he felt his heart momentarily stop.
He felt physically sick.
The man Carla was kissing, had taken the heart of someone he had loved once before, and whilst he may have fell in love with someone else soon after that, Peter would never forgive Nick Tilsley for almost taking Leanne away from him, and the pair of them have clashed on many occasions since then.
As they continued to kiss like love's young dream it was all Peter could not to rush over there and rip Nick away from his wife, whom after everything Peter loved even more than he had done when he left.
Nick looked incredibly smug as he pulled away from Carla and put an arm around her so he could whisper in her ear about something. If Peter hadn't of known better he would have thought Nick was showing off and doing it just to wind him up, but of course Nick was oblivious to him being stood there and so was Carla.
She giggled childishly as she heard whatever Nick was saying to her and she was clinging on to him tightly like she would never ever let him go. It made Peter want to throw up but as the people who surrounded him began to realise that he was stood there, and that he was watching his wife snuggle up cosily with another man, he decided that he only had two options, run out of the pub and never return or face the horror story that was happening right in front of him.
He smiled as best he could at those who welcomed him back and made his legs carry him over to the bar where Michelle was stood with Steve.
Michelle looked at Peter and then over at her best friend who was still completely unaware that her husband had made his grand return to Weatherfield. She looked back at Peter and whilst she would always resent him for hurting Carla, she couldn't help but feel sorry for him, she could tell by the haunted look on his face that his heart was silently breaking.
Peter casually ordered himself an orange juice and dared himself to look over at Carla again, She was taking a sip of wine as Nick got up and said something to her, She smiled at him delightedly and nodded. Her green eyes were bright and her face positively glowing, almost as if her happiness was shining off of her. This was a look that he hadn't seen on his wife in the longest time and it made Peter feel even more distressed because he'd always hoped that he could be the one to make her feel that way again.
The idea of some other man making Carla this happy made Peter's heart ache, making it difficult for him to breathe properly too.
Nick made his way to the toilets and hadn't even noticed Peter as he walked past him. Peter gulped down his orange juice quickly so he could make a quick escape before Carla saw him. He had been hoping to have found her in the pub, he had something he needed to tell her but after watching her for those few moments and seeing how content she was, He knew he had no right to disturb her happiness and he knew as soon as she were to see him she would be reminded of the terrible things he had done and it genuinely looked as if she had forgotten all about him.
Peter said thank you to Michelle and gave Steve a nod, he then went to turn around and decided he would leave the pub.
Only this particular decision of Peter's had been made that little bit too late.
Carla got up from the table where she had been sat at with Nick, She held her empty glass in hand and was about to approach the bar for a refill of her favourite wine when she saw him.
The empty glass slipped from within her fingers and smashed to tiny pieces on the dirty floor below.
She didn't even look down to acknowledge it. Her green eyes were transfixed on the man who had disappeared from her life months and months ago.
What was he doing here? When did he get back? Had he seen her and Nick together? All of these questions circled Carla's brain but all she could do was stand there and stare.
The pub was almost silent apart from the jukebox that was playing the old U2 track With or Without you. People were obviously taking a huge pleasure in the uncomfortable situation that Carla and Peter had now found themselves in.
Peter stared ahead at those beautiful green eyes, the ones that he had looked so deeply into many times before, the ones he swore his love for her into and the ones he used to dry whenever she was upset. His mouth went dry even though he had literally finished his drink not even a minute ago.
Carla still couldn't move, She almost felt paralysed with the shock of seeing Peter again.
A minute ago she was happily chatting away to her boyfriend and had felt like everything in her life was finally going right again, Now that Peter was stood there as handsome as ever, right in front of her, she felt as if everything she knew was out the window.
Time seemed to be going in slow motion, as if every look and every blink lasted much longer then they were supposed to. Having Peter stood there only a metre of so away was such an overwhelming feeling that Carla almost felt like running away.
Peter had this idea too, He didn't want to wait for Nick to return as he felt as if he might start shouting and saying things that he really shouldn't. He took one last devastating look at Carla and then made his way towards the doors of the pub.
The faces he walked past all blurred into one and as he opened the door, hoping that he would finally be able to breathe properly again, he heard something, something so familiar it stopped him in his tracks.
Her voice.
"Peter"
Should I update or Nah ? This literally just came to me so I have no real plans as of yet.
The idea of Nick and Carla is so wrong to me, what does everybody else think ?
Don't worry my next "Don't Let Go" update will still be tomorrow.
:)