New to fan fictions, so bear with me if it's crap.

I don't own these characters, they belong to Hollyoaks blah blah blah.

'He's gone love, you've just missed him.' Cheryl's words still ringing in Ste's ears. He didn't even know what he wanted to say to Brendan. What could you say to somebody you couldn't help but love? How would the words come out? 'Yeah hi I know you beat me for god knows how many months of our so called relationship but I love you?

'What do you mean he's gone? Gone where?' Ste said to

'Ireland. He said something about he couldn't handle seeing it. I'm not really sure what 'it' was and I can't really say I care to be honest. Good riddance I say.'

Ste smiled that awkward smile he tended to do when he didn't have a response. He wasn't the sort of lad who liked to slag anyone off. At least not the moustached man he had fell deeply back in love with again. He had just made the most stupid decision of his life less than a week earlier, marrying somebody for the sheer sake of it. Comfort, just to have somebody in his arms. He hated being lonely, did Ste. He just wanted somebody to cuddle up to on cold winter night and Doug seemed to fit that bill. Yet 30 minutes before this conversation with Cheryl he'd just made possibly the best decision of his life. Leaving Doug.

'Oh...right... So he aint coming back?

'Doesn't seem it, one way tickets tend not to have a return slip with them.'

Ste didn't even respond to Cheryl's comment. He could feel his eyes starting to well up before she'd even finished.

Running into the dead of the night, Ste couldn't help but feel like he'd just made a complete prat of himself. Sure, he knew him and Doug (Stug as Doug stupidly liked to call them) would never be together in 50 years time growing old but really... would Brendan really just be happy about being gay? Finally admitting it? Holding him in his arms with people walking around them. No of course he wouldn't...

Looking at his mobile phone Ste saw the time. 04.21.

'Must have drifted off'

Brendan was still on his mind. He would never leave his mind. Never. Everything in the village reminded him of his one true love. For example, the alley way. He remembered the time him and Brendan were a bit worse for wear one icy, winter night and they both fell on top of each other on the ice. The time on the stairs, were once again after a drunken night, Brendan more or less dragged up him to his flat to have his wicked way with him. And now here was Ste, yet again drunk making a life changing decision.

'I'm doing it. I'm going to Ireland!'

Getting his laptop out Ste decided to take the plunge. Typing into the search engine. R-Y-A-N-A-I-R.

*5 minutes later*

Your tickets are confirmed. Leaving Liverpool airport 1.20pm December 15th 2012.

The sun shone through the huge, glass panel window in the deli that himself and Doug had set up together less than a year before. Ste felt a tad sick, looking over to his left and seeing a dozen beer bottles scattered on the floor and thereafter looking to his right and seeing his laptop window still open on the Ryan Air webpage. Looking to the corner of the screen and noticing the time was 11.52am.

*Knock Knock Knock*

'Ste? Ste? It's Cheryl. Open up will you love'

Pacing over to the door Ste saw his curly, blonde haired best friend smiling sensitively back at him.

'Er alright Cheryl?'

'Yep I'm good, can't say the same about you. Where did you rush off to last night? Was beginning to think it was something I said'

'It was' Ste replied. He was never usually rude to her but he couldn't help it. He knew Brendan was trying his best to change, especially for his little sister.

'You're still drunk love aren't you? Forget Brendan okay. His probably on Ha'penny bridge now. Hopefully he jumps off it...