Niamh POV.
As i walked up to ChezChez I couldn't believe it. I was here, finally after months of planning. It seemed alot bigger then i thought and the village seemed alot quieter. I was finally going to do it.
I took a deep breath as I walked up the stairs. My hands started shaking and my lip started to quiver with nerves. As i reached the top of the stairs I could almost here my heartbeat. It was the first time I had ever seen him. Brendan Brady. He was standing at the otherside of the bar with some paper work in his hands. He seemed a bit tense, annoyed almost. This didn't look like the best time but i was frozen I couldn't move, I couldn't turn back.
"Are you alright love?" Asked the lady with the northen Irish accent. Her hair was blonde and extremely curly, her clothes were flamboyante and ill-fitting. This most have been Cheryl. "uh...em" My mind went blank, this was all too much. "I'm looking for Brendan Brady"I said after about five minutes trying not to sound too scared. She gave this weird smile, I could never figure out what it meant.
She walked off and tapped Brendan on the shoulder. She leaned in and whispered in his ear. His eyes darted for me. I felt a cold chill run down my spine. He walked into the office, eyes still locked on me, did he know who I was, what I was here for. Cheryl came back to me but before she could say anything I ran off.
I sat in the coffee shop staring at the cup of tea I had bought. I kept going over and over in my head of what had just happened. If he knew who I was or why I was here the plan would be over beforeit even began.
I was interrupted by a little girl who sat beside me. She just starred at me. I was quiet awkward. "Are you going to drink your tea?" she muttered. I cocked my head to the side with a smile. She was so sweet and innocent. "Why would you like some?" I quizzed. She nodded back, so i handed her the cup and she took a sip.
"Leah there you are" a young man ran into the shop out of breath. "I told you a million times not to run off" He turned around to face me asking me questions with his eyes. "she just strolled in here and asked for tea" I smiled trying to be pleasant. "Uhh thanks I soppose" He said he was a little awkward and hesitant. "I was only looking mommy" The little girl finally spoke. "Well I told ya she isn't working today" He grabbed her hand and began to walk out but not without giving me a look first.
That must have been Ste Hay. Wow he was definitely not what I expected but I soppose he did just see a stranger give his daughter a drink. He was definitely pretty and skinny. He looked differant to the pictures tho. His hair was differant and his dress code. I could see why Brendan found him so interesting.
I sat for a good two hours in the same position as I watched my tea go cold. I could hear people talking but ignored it until i heard a familiar head instantly turned. It was Cheryl. As she was waiting for her coffee she spotted me and walked over. I wasn't sure what I should say to seat and looked at me. She mustn't know what to say ethier. "Cheryl Brady" She put out her hand to indicate a handshake. "My name is Niamh" . I waited to see if it clicked with her but no, I was going to have to spell it out. "So, what is it you want with my brother cause I don't know who you are and he don't know who you are ?" She put her hand on my knee to try and comfort me but I picked it off. I had to tell her. "I'm... I'm his daughter" I mumbled. Cheryl's mouth dropped she was in disbelief. "But you... Eileen ..ss..what?" was all she mangered to get out. "I have a birth cert in my bag and certificate of adoption, I'm not lying" I reached into my bag to get my stuff but she grabbed my hand and started shaking her head. "Cheryl?" I asked as the look of horror on her face grow. Then she gave her head a swift shake to get back to earth. "I guess you want to see Brendan then" She took my hand and dragged me out of the cafe.
She didn't say much as we walked, infact she didn't say anything. I felt strange but in good way. This was going exactly the way i hoped.
As we reached the door I felt a million and one butterflys in my stomach. We walked in, it felt like slow motion. "Brendan" Cheryl called out. He was in the kitchen having a glass of whiskey. "What, Cheryl?" he narcked still not looking our way. "This is Niamh" she announced. He finally turned around. "She's your Daughter"