I feel so crappy for leaving this so long.. I really am sorry and I'd like to thank everyone who's read and reviewed and for the few of yous that are still interested.. This is the last chapter but I'm going to do another update maybe in the next week or so and it'll be like memorable times from where this story finishes. Hope yous have enjoyed, thanks again xxx

Chapter 10

Stes pov

I'm woke up with a heat around me, feel myself being wrapped up in strong arms, kisses being planted across my collarbone, I blink a few times before I turn to face Brendan.

He looks tired, rings around his eyes but he smiles and it sends a shot to my chest, "Morning." he hums,

"Alright, how ya feeling?" I ask before planting a soft kiss on his lips,

"Tired." He says and yawns as if to prove his point, "Ye wanting me to get the breakfast on?"

I jump out the bed at that point, feeling the risk of food poisoning. "Don't worry about it, I'll get it the now."

He grunts before diving back under the covers as if the sunlight is burning him. I shove a pair of my tracksuit bottoms on before making my way to the kitchen. We've not got much in since I've still to go my weekly shop, so I make work of scrambled egg and toast.

I carry it in to the bedroom and Brendan's still under the duvet, I wouldn't be surprised if he's fell back asleep but he hasn't, he pokes his head out the covers before sitting up properly. I sit his dish down in front of him before I follow suit. We both dig in while I try to figure out how to broach the subject of last night.

He seems happy enough not to bother bringing it up but the feeling isn't mutual. So I just blurt it out,

"Brendan, who's blood was that last night?"

He stops eating but doesn't look at me, "I've already told ye I'm sorry about that."

"Yeah but you haven't told me what happened." Surely he can see this is what caused the argument last night, him keeping things from me.

He lets out a breath, "I went out to a club in town last night." He gulps and I dread to think what's going to come out his mouth next,

"There was a lad giving me the eyes the full night and at first yeah I did encourage it." I feel sick to my stomach when he says that and I slightly shift away from him.

"But then I got to thinking, and I realised how important ye are too me. I've noticed it plenty of times but I snapped myself out of it and asked myself 'what am I playing at? I've got you at home and I'm sitting alone in a club making eyes with another guy.' And it made me realise I've got ye, in a way I've never had ye before. Yeah we shared a flat for a few months but it made me see that I could be building a future with ye. Something I've never really let myself think about, only once properly anyway." I see the sorrow on his face.

"So I had a few more whiskeys and I was just going to go for a piss then get a taxi. I was just washing up when the lad came in.. He pushed me into a cubical and kissed me.." I feel like telling him to stop but I can't speak, "So I saw red and I punched him, again and again. I didn't even realise what I had done until he was lying on the floor. So I left, just left him lying there, I don't even know if he's okay."

It disgusts me and I think it's showing on my face because I can see that Brendan already knows what I'm going to say.

"I gotta go." I tell him while I rush towards the wardrobe and fling anything I can find on. I try not to look at him but when I do he's still sat on the bed, he reminds me of a statue but then his eyes connect with mine and I need to leave before I cry.

I get to the front door before I hear him calling my name, but it's already too late. I keep walking, not really knowing where exactly I'm going to go, I don't want to bother Sinead again after last night. I'm due into work but not for a few hours and I don't exactly want to spend anymore time in there than what I already need to.

So I jump on a bus into town, turn my phone off and take a seat in a cafe to let myself have a good think. I'm not going to finish with Brendan, that won't help matters any. I know I can't live without him, well I can but it doesn't go particularly well, and I've said time and time again that I'm finished fighting but recently I've been putting up barriers and causing arguments.

We've still got unfinished buisness and there's a lot we've still to work through but I need to remember and keep my patience. If I've lasted this long then I can do it again.

Brendan's pov

It's stupid, I shouldn't have told him. I shouldn't have done it but its too late for regrets now because I can't change a thing. I phone him, time and time again but he doesn't answer me and I don't blame him. I basically told him that I thought about cheating on him, it might've only crossed my mind for a minute but it doesn't matter to him.

I know how I would feel if it was the other way around. I pack my things into a bag, I'm not leaving unless Steven asks me to but it's just incase, because fuck I wouldn't blame him if he did.

I go to the club looking for Trevor. When I find him he's with grace, I can tell neither of them have had much sleep and when he notices me he nods towards the office before excusing himself.

"So Fraser's gave grace his part of the club." He tells me, "She doesn't want it. She's thinking of starting up her own business so I said I would find someone to buy her out. I thought I would tell you that since you helped me with Fraser, even though you had your own reasons I appreciate it. So I'm thinking, we both buy her half except it'll be yours."

"And that'll be it? I won't owe ye anything?"

"As long as you pull your weight Brady. Well cut everything down the middle, the takings, paying bills, giving the staff their wages. All that stuff."

"So that's it?" I ask, not realising how reasonable he would've been.

"Yeah. You helped me so ill help you."

"So who's working tonight's shift then?" I ask to lighten the mood. He grins at me which tells me everything I need to know. I'm working tonight.

Everything runs smoothly and I've got an extra pair of hands to help me at closing time. He's a chav, reminds me a bit of steven when I first met him.

"Your an alright boss really int ya?" He laughs, "Trev always leaves early and I get left with all this shit."

I grunt back, "I don't think 'Trev' would like you having pet names for him."

"Yeah your probs right." He shrugs.

"Well that's us done for the night kid."

"Yeah cheers." He says while I hand him his wages, "Ya got a wife at home have ya?" He winks.

I grin at that, "Ye could say that."

"Yeah my misses is a pain. She's always complaining about me working late, ain't complaining about me paying the bills and her shopping trips right enough."

"See that's why I'm glad I've not got a woman in my life." I wink at him with a laugh when I hit the power switch and step into the cold breeze of wind.

"Huh?" He frowns,

"My wife's name is Steven." I smirk, "Well he isn't my wife yet." I let out a light laugh before I realise what I've said, am I really planning on marrying him? Having something that seems that permanent, I guess I am.

"Aww I see. I should've known you were gay." He laughs, "What with the tash."

"I'll have ye know it gets me plenty of attention from both sexes."

"If ya say so." He laughs, "See ya later boss."

When I'm walking home I shake my head, 'Nope that kid is nothing like Steven, nobody really is. Nobody really comes close to him.'

When I get home, I've never been happier. Part of me thought he could've had the locks changed, but when I get into the kitchen I see a container from the restaurant and I know, nothing's really changed. Stevens still doing what he does, looking after me.

I'd never admit it but he does. When I get into the room I notice the side lamp is on, and Stevens eyes are red rimmed with tears. My bags still in the same place but its been opened, my clothes are still in it.

I shrug my jacket off and rid myself of the rest of my clothes before slipping under the covers, it must be the shift in the bed that's woke Steven because I nearly jump out my skin when he speaks.

"I weren't sure if ya were gonna be home tonight." He says sleepily.

"Yeah? I wasn't sure if you'd want me to."

"I always will."

"What?" I ask, not sure what he means.

"I'll always want you to come home to me." And the honesty startles me.

I pull him towards me and he slots into place with ease. His head in the crook of my elbow so he can see my face. We don't say a word for a while, I just look at him and he looks at me and its almost like he's searching my soul.

I feel like now I can tell him something I've never ever thought about saying out loud until today, "One day I'm going to make ye happy."

He looks at me funnily, "Ya already do." And he kisses me as if its going to prove it.

"No but I mean really happy. I'm going to buy us a fancy fucking house, and we can have twelve bedrooms if that's what ye want, with a big garden that we probably won't use."

"And a nice kitchen?"

"The best kind of kitchen. With I don't know, the most high tech cooking shit ye can get. Then I'm gonna marry ye and take ye to some place hot for our honeymoon because I want to see ye when ye tan, even though I'll burn."

He looks at me with a wobbly smile and I think I've said something wrong, "You would marry me?" He asks in a croaky voice.

"If ye would have me? Yeah, I would."

"Bren?" He says and I look at him to let him know I'm listening, "I love you right, and I'm not just saying that. Like a lot of people will just say it and not really know what it means but I do."

"I know." And I do know, I know he loves me, "I love ye too."

And with that he looks at me the way he used to, completely carefree and happy and content. It's the last thing I see before he turns the light out and presses into me. Kissing me lightly on the chest.