Here's another one-shot for you guys! I know people on DS were after scene on Corrie, this so here's the next best thing! Thanks so much for all the feed back, means a lot and makes me smile!

Hey Stephen- Taylor Swift

"'Cause I can't help it if you look like an angel
Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain so
Come feel this magic I've been feelin' since I met you
Can't help it if there's no one else
Mmmm I can't help myself"

The day of her wedding was drawing close, and with each day that passed the need to escape became greater. She fought it hard and hid it well, plastering on a smile and her highest heels. Everyone believed it, they always did. It wasn't that she didn't love Frank, more that she wasn't in love with him. When he smiled at her it didn't send a shiver down her spine, whenever he looked at her it didn't make her heart thump so hard she thought her chest would explode. She didn't long for his lips to caress hers, or his hand to hold hers.

Carla sat in the flat, the darkness consuming her. A bottle of red wine sat on the table in front of, torturing and taunting her. She could almost taste the poison dripping down her throat as she licked her dry lips. It ached in the back of her throat, an itching, all consuming desire. She couldn't bring herself to feel proud that she hadn't yet given in because she couldn't be sure she wouldn't.

She was desperate to see Peter but she wasn't sure she could stand it. Being so close to him without being able to touch him caused a pain in her heart that she hadn't felt since Liam.

Carla glanced up at the clock and couldn't stop the sinking feeling when she realised Frank would be home soon, kissing her, touching her in places she only wanted Peter to.

Peter would be sat at home now, maybe laying on the sofa, next to his wife, the perfect housewife. Or maybe she'd be cooking dinner and he'd be standing behind her, placing tender kisses to her nick. The thought made her skin crawl.

People underestimated Carla, she was sure of it. Or maybe it was because they had only ever seen the side of her she'd chosen to show them. Either way, she knew they would laugh in her face if they could read her mind right now. If they could see how she much she longed to take Leanne's place. She could play doting mum, she could cook dinner and iron shirts. She could do the supermarket trips and the school run. She would even read bed time stories and wear flat shoes if that's what it would take. Carla was a fiercely determined woman, once she set her mind to something, she wouldn't stop until she got it.

She glanced towards the door, biting her lip as she pondered her thoughts, fighting a battle with herself, the type of battle she could never win. A loud buzz of her phone told her that Frank would be home soon with dinner and instantly she decided. Without even changing her shoes, Carla left her flat, with only one thing on her mind.

It was bitterly cold and pouring with rain as Carla ran along the road in the dark of the night, not a star in sight as rain cloud hovered overhead. Her raven hair clung to her skin and her clothes were thick with rain. She struggled to keep her breath. Her lips quivering in the cold, her woolly jumper not proving enough of a shield from the harsh winds.

The place she was heading for finally came into view, she glanced up at the window, imagining the scenes going on above the backstreet bookie. Carla tapped her nails nervously against the door of the flat, her heart pounded violently.

This was a mistake, and deep down she knew that, she knew Frank didn't deserve this, nor did Leanne. But that didn't stop her knocking anyway. She could hear laughter from upstairs and something clicked as it rung in hr ears. She wasn't a homewrecker, she wasn't heartless, just broken hearted.

Her feet were soaking wet as she turned to walk away, not being able to face another rejection and not wanting to cause a scene. Carla Connor had been pretending most of her life, and there was no reason she couldn't carry on her façade. And nobody, not a soul alive on this planet could see through it. To them, she was a bitch, and a bitch she would stay.

''Carla?"

Caught out, Carla turned, her eyes not moving from the floor.

"Sorry Peter, I made a mistake, I shouldn't have come, go inside, you'll catch a cold out 'ere!"

"And you won't? Look at the state of you love, you've not even got a coat or shoes on!"

"Yeah, well I was in a bit of a rush weren't I"

Carla's feet were rubbing on the concrete floor, stones dug into her heels and she swore she could feel blood but she wouldn't make a big deal. It wasn't her scene.

"So, what was so important it couldn't wait for you to put ya shoes on then eh?"

Carla bounced on her feet awkwardly, still not looking him in the eye.

"I told ya, I was wrong to come"

Peter looked at her now, really looked at her. Her jumper clung to her curves, her feet were cut and sore, her hair clinging to her face, conveniently covering her eyes.

"I missed you Car" His voice was barely a whisper

"You were the one that backed off Peter, I never asked you to"

"I had no choice, surely you can see that?"

"Which is exactly, why I should go"

"Why did you come, least tell me that?" He begged, glad now that he had worn his coat as the rain continued to thud against him.

"I came, to give you one more chance, I came here determined not to leave without you. Then I got here, and I knocked on ya door, and I just couldn't do it. I couldn't face you saying no again. And I couldn't face that look of pity in ya eyes I'm seeing right now Peter." She tried to ignore the flutter in her stomach as Peter reached round her and placed his coat on her shoulders. She also tried to ignore the fact his hands were still around her waist.

He looked away, quickly finding being so near to her addicting. "I can't do this Peter" She turned on her heels, walking away at a quick pace. Ignoring his calls, and hugging his jacket around her tightly, wishing more than anything that it was his arms instead.

"Carla! Car!" He pulled at her wrist and turned her to face him. He didn't speak and nor did she, he didn't give her the chance. His lips met hers in a frenzy, his tongue quickly finding hers as the danced together, fighting for dominance and exploring unknown territory.

He didn't move his lips from hers as he picked her up, the rain running down their bodies, landing on their lips as their breath mingled. Her legs wrapped around his waist, the heat from his body enough to make her forget how cold she was, how the rain was causing every part of her body to shiver uncontrollably. Though she couldn't be entirely sure if it was the rain, or if it was the way Peter was pushing her up against the wall, holding her tenderly but kissing her eagerly.

"That wasn't pity in my eyes Carla" He whispered, his faces inches from hers "It was love"