Hey guys! so, 6 months later...i bring you an update! :o
Gosh, i am terribly sorry for the amount of time it's took me to update this! i've had a lot happening in r/l but most of all, a MAJOR amount of writer's block! No idea what's gotten into me, but here it is, chapter 5! a bit rambly but my story has to be told in detail :P
a little difference at the end too...i really, really hope it's worth the wait!
and thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far, it means the world that you're enjoying it! mwah! love you all! CAML xxx
''SYED! What on earth are you doing, strutting around the house with nothing but a towel covering your manhood!? Have some respect for the people around you, you think Ahmed and Shabnam want to witness you in this nude state first thing when they get up?!''
''Oh for god's sake mum, I'm not prancing around naked you know? I have a towel around me! All guys walk around the house like this, stop being stupid! I'm about to go in the shower anyway, so…''
''Well go in the shower then! Honest to goodness, you don't see your father running around in next to nothing, do you?''
''Yeah well he hasn't exactly got the body for that, has he? No offence dad.''
Shooting an apologetic look in his dad's direction, Syed took a bite of his toast, ignoring his mother's complaints. He hadn't slept much following his incident with Christian in the early hours of the morning, and the sound of her voice whining on first thing when he got up was something he just wasn't ready to take at that present moment.
Masood glanced up from the newspaper he was reading, raising his eyebrows at his son.
''Thank-you very much for pointing that out, Syed.''
''I said no offence.''
Masood smiled sarcastically at him, trying to make clear the fact that just because he said 'no offence', doesn't mean he wasn't offended. The comfortable, yet sarcastic (on Masood's behalf) silence hovered in the air, soon to be broken by an ever-complaining Zainab, who was set to stick up for her husband.
''Do not put your father down like that! Your appearance isn't exactly picture perfect, is it, Syed?! When was the last time you got your hair cut, hm?'' She contributed to the conversation from the kitchen as she loaded the dishwasher, prompting Syed to grunt, before responding, in a state of agitation towards her constant nagging and nit-picking.
''Erm, do you mind mum? My hair is perfectly fine, I only just got it cut a few weeks back!''
''Yes well hair grows back quickly, yours especially! You need it cutting again, it looks wild Syed, okay.''
''Dad, is there anything wrong with my hair?''
''No.'' Masood spoke without his eyes leaving their fixation on the newspaper.
''Dad you're not even looking!'' Syed snatched the newspaper from his low attention-spanned father, to which Masood retorted by snatching it back.
''I've seen your hair before Syed, I don't need to look again. I think it's fine, but then again, what do I know about hair?''
Zainab made her way into the living area, prepared to make her point clear.
''Exactly Mas, you know nothing about hair…I never asked for your opinion anyway. I just think that- ah Christian, you'll back me up, won't you?''
Syed rolled his eyes at how adamant his mother was to make her point correct, whilst Christian appeared from the bedroom after showering and getting dressed. He glanced inquisitively at Zainab, wondering what on earth she was talking about.
''Christian, is Syed's hair in need of a good cut, yes or no?''
''Erm…yeh I suppose it is, it's a bit of a mess, babe.''
Christian smirked at Syed's seriously pissed off expression, knowing exactly how to wind him up. Grinning, Zainab threw her hands up in the air, almost as if she was praising the lord for someone agreeing with her opinion.
''Thank-you! There we go, case proven, end of argument!''
Syed inhaled, ready to stand up for himself. It didn't take him long to realise his mother was never really going to give up, and what with Christian going out of his way just to annoy him, he decided to just make himself scarce. He walked past his boss, barging into his shoulder as he did so. He shook his head at how, even after the huge favour he was doing him, Christian still took advantage of Syed's mother as a key to winding him right up. Sighing, he slammed the bathroom door shut.
''I'm going in the shower! ''
…
The drips of warm, steaming water trickled down Syed's neck as he stood beneath the warm droplets inside the steamed up glass enclosure. He felt as though each drop was a different thought, hitting him at the most unexpected time, running over his body, cleansing and showering him with decisions and questions which he asked himself.
DRIP.
'Okay, did I actually bump into Christian as a representation of my annoyance, or did I do it just to feel some part of Christian brush against me? This is pathetic! Come on Syed, sort your life out, my god. I mean, I felt a slight buzz as our shoulders touched one another's…it wasn't a major spark, but there was something I felt, somewhere. I woke up this morning and rolled over to find Christian not there, already up and in the shower, and in the pit of my stomach there was a feeling of…of disappointment. Almost as if I liked the idea of waking up next to him, and when he wasn't there, I wasn't happy. Oh god, he really knows what he's doing, doesn't he? He's never nice to me ever, so why now all of a sudden? Telling me I have beautiful eyes, really?! It's because he wants me to fall for him, then he's got the upper hand more than ever. I need to toughen up, I need to stop falling for everything he says, overanalysing everything he does…'
DRIP.
'What about mum? What if she suspects how genuinely unloved-up with Christian I am? I mean I'm not loved up, am I? Am I? No. NO. Oh Christ, I'm like a pathetic little boy back at school, pining for the girl that every guy wanted. Cause that's what Christian is…the one that everyone wants. I mean, before you get to know his shit personality, obviously. But he's got that charm about him, that look, and it makes everyone want him…everybody, including me. I've hated him for all these years, for fuck's sake, but now I'm starting to wonder if it was always a love-hate kind of thing. I have always took notice of how god damn attractive he is…it's a bit sickening to be honest, nobody is that good looking, not really…'
DRIP.
'And like I said, last night…telling me I had beautiful eyes…I just can't help thinking there is a side to him, beneath all that muscular physique and that bitchy personality…there is a vulnerability. An innocence. A guy that's just reaching out to be loved. It's quite frustrating that he never would tell me whether he's been in love before or not…I reckon he has. You can't tell me no one has fallen for that charm of his in the past…well actually, there's probably people who have, it's just getting Christian to find the side of himself that would love someone back, and that'll be hard for him to find, won't it? Won't it? God knows. I don't know, that's one thing for sure. And I fucking hate that. I need to know. Wait…No I don't need to know actually! It's not as if I care, is it? Nope, I DO NOT CARE. YOU DO NOT CARE SYED. END OF.
Flicking his hair to one side, Syed saw the drips of water fall to the ground, and as he watched them slither their way into the depths of the plug hole, he prayed that those droplets of water that contained so many confusing thoughts were genuinely gone. If only that were true in practice…
…
''I said no Afia, alright, Shabs and Ahmed aren't going, so why should we?!''
''Because Tam, Shabs is pregnant, practically due any day soon, and Ahmed is looking after her, that's why they're not going! Come on, I'm in serious need of a party and this is the biggest one…please?''
''Fine, whatever, you go…I don't see why you need me there though!''
''I want my hubby there with me, and besides…I'd look like a right loner on my own, what'd be the point?''
Zainab glanced behind, scrunching her nose up at her son and daughter-in-law who had been bickering on for the past 10 minutes.
''What are you two chuntering on about?'' Zainab questioned, before immediately being handed the flyer by Afia.
''There's this 'Summer Daze' Festival that's held at the Cirali Beach every summer in Turkey. Ahmed and Shabs' were on about it the other night, it's supposed to be a proper good party, DJ, food and everything! They can't go obviously, what with Shabnam's baby nearly being due and that, but I thought maybe me and Tam could go? It starts at 6pm, finishes around midnight, maybe later. I think it'll be great fun, but in Tam's world, obviously not…''
''Yeah, because in Tam's world there's more to life than partying it up on the beach when your sister's baby is due any time soon and you need the money for the business back home!'' Tamwar interrupted, making sure his reasons were clear.
Zainab contemplated for a while, eyeing the flyer up and down, before coming to the much expected conclusion.
''Hm…yes, I agree with Tamwar. Look I'm sorry Afia, but life isn't a complete fairytale…people need to work for their money and when they eventually earn that money, they can't just blow it on beach parties and fancy cocktails.'' She stated, looking one last time at the flyer, before handing it back to her daughter in law.
Afia rolled her eyes and stared at the flyer as Zainab had done earlier, a 'but' escaping her lips as she prepared to persuade some more, only to be interrupted by an eager Christian.
''You're a bunch of boring sods you lot! I tell you what Afia, how about me and you hit Cirali Beach tonight?!''
''Erm…how about you don't!?'' Syed piped up from beside him, sounding a little more possessive than he planned.
''Why?''
''Well I don't want to be left on my own do I?''
''You're not going to be on your own, there's only me and Afia going!''
''Well I want you to be with me, not her!''
A grin spread its way across Christian's face as the words tumbled out of Syed's mouth for him to hear. He edged in closer to him and whispered ''someone's keen'', nudging his assistant jokingly as he did so.
''It's called acting.'' Syed retorted immediately with a returned whisper, turning his shoulder slightly so he wasn't in such close contact with his boss.
Christian raised his eyebrows and moved so their bodies were close again, and stared at him for what felt to Syed like hours. He shook his head, smiling a little…or was it more of a sly smirk? Syed wasn't sure. Then again, he didn't have time to work it out, as Christian leant his face in, so much so that their lips were almost touching, and responded to Syed.
''Whatever you say.''
And with that, he loitered off to catch up with Afia.
'Shit . Does he know something?' The thoughts began burning into the back of Syed's head like rays of the sun, taunting Syed's conscience with unnecessary concern. 'Or is he just playing? Of course he is, it's just a coincidence that what he is saying is kind of true…wait, no it's not. It's not true, is it? You're acting, like you said! Oh, fuck this. I'm not acting. I do want him to myself…I think I do anyway. How pathetic is this, oh my god. But what if he does know something? What if he's some creepy, psycho mind reader who can read my thoughts? Get a grip, Syed, how old are you…4? Mind reader, that's just absurd. But he looked at me in the slyest way…I'm sure he knows how I'm feeling. Wait, that's impossible…I don't even know how I'm feeling at the minute, I…'
His ocean of thoughts was brought to a halt by the snap of Masood's fingers in front of his face, who had been attempting to get his son's attention through-out the day dream.
''Syed, are you alright? You look a bit…I dunno, perturbed?''
Shaking himself back into reality, Syed made a sudden decision that he just wanted to get away from everyone.
''I think I'm gonna go home, get a drink maybe, the sun's getting to me a little…I'm not used to this constant heat.''
''Want me to come with you babe?''
'Shit, no. That's the last thing I want…Christian playing the role of the perfect fiancé.'
''No, it's fine, honestly…you discuss your plans for tonight, you can go, I was only joking around earlier. I'll catch you all back up at home, yeah?''
Everyone nodded, and as they said their goodbyes, Syed began to walk off in the opposite direction, patting the side of his head with the palm of his hand, almost as if that would rid him of the constant commentary in his mind. 'If only'…
…
''You sure you don't wanna come? It'll be a good laugh…you'll be bored here by yourself.''
Christian perched himself on the end of the sofa, asking Syed the same question as he had five minutes ago.
''I've already told you Christian, I'm fine. Really, I am. Besides, I'm not going to be by myself, I've got everyone else here with me, so it's not as if I'm a complete loner is it?''
''Yeah, but like you said earlier…company isn't company without me here.''
Syed took a short intake of breath as he recalled the incident earlier between him and his boss. 'Yeah…whatever you say' Christian had said. He had to play his cool here, he must. Otherwise, he'd become ridiculously obvious.
''Well, like I also said earlier, I was acting then. Someone's gotta convince our parents were in love, right? I mean, it's not like you're making much of an effort to do so, going out without me and not giving a shit.''
Christian shot Syed a disapproving glance.
''You said you didn't mind me going; I've asked you to come a billion times, so don't start all that crap with me!''
''That's because the response you're supposed to get from your ever-doting fiancé goes something more like oh well if you're not going, neither am I, because I'd rather spend time with you, the one I love.''
''Difference is Syed, I don't love you!''
BAM. Like a stab in the back, Syed felt the hurt of those words spear through him. He didn't want to feel like that. He shook the feelings off…or at least tried to. 'No of course he doesn't, why would he? This is all a deal.' But as true as that was, it still hurt. It hurt way more than it should have.
''This is all a scam, remember? A big, fat deal to stop me being kicked out of the country. A big, fat lie that we're telling everyone to save my back!''
''Would you keep your voice down!? There are other people who actually, stupidly believe this shambles, you know?!'' Syed hissed.
Christian, lowering his voice, continued to speak.
''To save our backs I should say actually, cause you'd lose your job straight away if I lost mine!''
''And why is that?'' Syed raised his eyebrows, curious to know what else his boss had to say.
''Because you're a lousy assistant.''
''Oh really?''
''Yes.''
''Well that really is debateable. You see, I'm not really sure if you'd find many assistants who would pretend to marry their boss who they despise, come away to their pregnant sister's house in a foreign country and lie to their whole family about getting married, and even worse, to a prick like you, only to stop their boss from being deported!''
Syed was pacing around the room now, his words just tumbling out without any hesistation or thought. He hadn't planned for this to turn into an actual argument.
''But I could find one who would actually go out places with me and not sit in the house like a boring sod!'' Christian retorted.
''Well maybe I would come if you weren't dressed like some sort of teen on the pull in your tight fitting vest top and bloody vans!'
''So I wear a suit, I get wrong; I wear decent holiday clothes, I get wrong. There's just no winning with you, is there?''
''Well how'd you think I feel?! I've been stuck not winning with you for the past three years!''
''It isn't much easier putting up with you, you know?''
''Oh boo hoo, you've got life so hard, Christian. Go home and cry to mummy or something.''
Syed saw an immediate change in his boss's expression as the last of his words were spoken.
''Well I would, but she died in January, remember?''
Shit.
Syed swallowed hard, desperate to apologize immediately as he remembered being told at work. He glared into the other man's eyes, a tear-forming expression glazing within them. At that moment, Afia came strolling through, interrupting what had turned into an extremely harsh bicker.
''Ready?'' She spoke to Christian, who now had a smile plastered on his face, looking suddenly unfazed by it all.
''As I'll ever be!''
He strutted over to her, whooping about how amazing she looked, as if nothing had happened. As the pair linked arms, Christian glanced over his shoulder for a split second, not long enough for Syed to tell what he was thinking, and then turned and wandered out of the door, not a bye nor nothing to be heard, just the echo of laughter as he shared fun conversation with his new 'party buddy.'
Bringing a cushion to his face, Syed flopped back on the sofa, groaning into it in a state of frustration.
'Oh, fucking great.'
...
''Are you alright, Syed, you've hardly spoke a word in the past 3 hours!''
Zainab quizzed her son, as Syed raised his head from its current position of resting on his palm.
''Yeah, fine… actually I think I might pop out, I could do with a bit of fresh air.''
''Why?''
''Well I heard him and Christian having a little domestic earlier, I'm guessing he wants to clear his head before 'tuther one rolls in tonight at god knows what time, am I right?'' Masood interrupted the conversing between his wife and son, jumping straight to rather correct conclusions.
''Yeah sort of.'' Responding half-heartedly, Syed pulled his boots on. ''Ahmed mate, could I borrow your keys? It's just in case I get back late and you're all already in bed.''
''Yeah sure.''
Ahmed shifted gently, trying not to bother his wife who was splayed across him, and threw Syed the keys.
''And exactly how late are you planning on stopping out till, hm?''
Zainab playing the perfect roll of the over-protective parent, as per.
''Mum, he's a grown man, he can stay out as late as he wants!''
''Thanks, Tambo, nice to know someone isn't stuck back in the days of when I was ten.'' Syed chuckled, much to his mother's annoyance. ''Not too late ma, promise.''
''Well okay, but have you got your phone? Just in case I need to call you.''
''Yes, ma.''
''And I want no more of this arguing with Christian that your father speaks of! You're getting married soon, and it's no-''
''Bye ma!''
Slamming the door, Syed ignored his ever-ranting mother, and stepped out into the evening, Turkish breeze, hoping the rest of the evening would map out as well as he'd planned in his head…
…
The music pounded through Syed's ears and throughout his entire body as he got closer to Ciralli Beach, seeing the flashing lights and crowds of people at a close distance from him. He couldn't quite make out anyone who looked remotely close to being Christian or Afia, but then again, there were too many people to really tell.
He rummaged through his pocket to dig out 7 euros as the man asked him to pay his entrance fee.
'7 euros just to get in? This better be worth it.' He thought to himself, handing the man his money. Walking through the entry marquee and being faced with hundreds of people, Syed stood on his toes as high as he could, searching for Christian, or even Afia; just a friendly face would do. But there were so many people around, so many different nationalities and races. Running his fingers through his hair, he set off pushing through the bustling crowd of partying people in a hope to find them.
'It's going to be a long night…
…
After 40 minutes of searching, Syed perched himself on the sand, resting his back and head against a palm tree which was lit up with neon lights coiling around the trunk of it. After variations of drunken Turkish and English men and women throwing themselves at him, and looking around for 40 minutes, he eventually decided to give up.
Sighing, he pulled his phone out of his back pocket, ready to call a taxi and ask to be picked up. The last thing he wanted was to have to trek the 25 minutes back to the beach, he really couldn't be bothered. Syed pushed a finger into his ear, attempting to block out the music that was pounding around him while he spoke to the taxi company, to no avail.
'A) The driver can barely speak fucking English, and B) I can't hear him anyway.' He thought to himself, throwing his phone to the floor in the frustration of knowing that he'd paid 7 euro to walk around for 40 minutes searching for Christian, only to have to walk all the way back home. He began to doubt if him and Afia were even still here. They could've gone to a bar, or just walked off further down the beach to go for a quick dip. Syed knew himself that with the pair of them together, they'd be up for anything. However, just as he was about to get his now-numbed arse off the ground, a pair of knees crouched down in front of him and a hand leant out, returning Syed's phone to him. His eyes darted upwards.
''You just gonna sit there all night, or are you gonna come dance with me?''
Christian's face was there before him, hand held out, awaiting Syed's hand to hold his.
Without any hesistation, Syed grabbed hold of the other man's hand, exhaling a sigh of relief that he'd found him, and contentment because Christian wasn't mad at him. He didn't seem to be at least, Syed thought. Following Christian into the middle of the crowd, he tried to control his now rather rapid breathing…the DJ making an announcement in Turkish, then English as he did so.
'This one's especially for Christian, hope we're all in the mood for a slow dance!''
The soft introduction echoed around the beach, receiving whoops and cheers from most at the event, including Christian himself. Syed looked at him, unable to suppress the huge grin that was now painted across his face.
''You asked for this? It's like, one of my favourite songs ever!''
''I know.'' Christian began, the same expression on his face as Syed's. ''That's why I asked for it.''
''How did you know?''
''A little birdy told me.''
Syed gave him a gentle smack in the stomach.
''How?! Tell me!''
''Does it really matter? Just dance with me, come on.''
Syed felt a hand slip round his back as Christian, his expression now serious, pulled him close. Christian's free hand slid up the side of Syed's arm, clasping his fingers in his own, and they both began to sway and step slowly to the timing of the music. The gentle breeze in the air swept through the locks of Syed's hair, causing them to stray a little in front of his eyes. He blew upwards, attempting to blow them out of his face, not wanting to ruin the moment too much, but it didn't work.
''Maybe Mum's right…maybe I do need a hair-cut.'' Syed whispered.
''Your hair is lovely, Sy.''
''You weren't saying that earlier.''
''Well you know, anything to keep the peace with your mother. Seriously, I love your hair.'' Christian spoke to him as he stepped back, staring at Syed seriously and what? Lustfully? Lovingly, even?
'No, Syed. Obviously not.'
He raised his hand and gently brushed the locks of hair out of the other man's face with his finger tips, making swift contact with Syed's forehead as he did so. He hid the hair behind Syed's ears, before pulling him back in close again as he had done earlier, leaving Syed to reflect on the whole moment.
The whole beach was lit up, twinkling lights hanging from palm tree to palm tree, the DJ's station sending off rays of bright light in every direction. The moon was out, and it was a perfectly clear sky, the stars shimmering over them. Syed's body was in such close contact with Christian's, he could genuinely feel Christian's heart beating in perfect time with his own. He could feel the other man's breath lingering on his neck, and it sent a shiver down his whole body, right to his toes.
And then the song. Run by Snow Patrol. It had been one of Syed's favourite songs since god knows when. The words, the tempo, everything…it just fit him and Christian perfectly. The whole moment was just..well… perfect. Cheesy as Syed knew it was, it actually would qualify for a scene from a movie or something. Yeah, he may have come here to apologize, but it wasn't necessary right now. Christian wasn't angry at him, that was the main thing. Syed didn't want to bring it up and potentially ruin that, no way. He could save the apologies for later; all that mattered right now was the two of them. Dancing. Together.
His daze was soon broken by Christian, who giggled softly into his ear.
''What?'' Syed questioned him, unable to stop himself from smiling too.
''It's just funny isn't it…anyone would think we actually were a proper couple.''
Syed wasn't sure how to respond, just whispering a little 'yeh', trying not to get too caught up in what he was saying and come out with someone completely stupid like 'we should be' or something of the kind. He took two tiny steps inwards, trying to get himself a little closer to Christian without being too obvious. Closing his eyes, Syed sighed and tried to absorb the memories of the moment, knowing this is probably about as intimate as he'd ever get with Christian.
'I'm so intrigued by him. He's not a dick, definitely not. No dick is as lovely as he is right now, dancing with me, creating this…this amazing moment. I want to know more. More about whether he's loved before, more about why he treats people like shit when he's not that kind of person…not really. More about how he felt when his mum died, more about what he really thinks of me. But these are all questions I can't just come out and ask him, are they? I know that. Fuck this. Feelings suck.'
The thoughts whizzed around Syed's mind, and he couldn't help but wonder if Christian was thinking about him as he was about Christian. But, not wanting to be too forward and start a conversation that would lead them to any of those questions being answered, Syed just nestled his head back onto Christian's shoulder and carried out the comfortable silence, moving in time to the song.
'Just take the moment for what it is.'
…
An hour later, the two men were sat side by side in front of the exact same palm tree as Syed had been earlier, Christian on his umpteenth glass of punch, and Syed holding a glass of orange juice. He pulled a disgusted face as he took a swig of it, wiping his mouth with the back of his arm.
''I don't know how I've been drinking this for the past hour, it's on the verge of disgusting!''
''Don't be such a drama queen!''
''I'm not…try it, it's rotten! Why can't they just have the same orange juice as we do back in New York and England?''
''Because this isn't New York or England, this is Turkey.'' Christian explained in a mockery teacher voice, teasing Syed and making him feel silly.
''Thank you, captain obvious.'' Syed retorted, huffing slightly as he did so. ''You're such a cocky git sometimes!''
Christian chuckled, nudging his side into his assistants. ''You love me really.''
''No, I really don't.'' Syed folded his arms across his chest, still keeping up his role in mock tantrum, so Christian decided to play along.
''Good.''
''Good.''
''Fine.''
''Fine.''
''Urgh, I'm going to find Afia. She'll dance with me; I don't want to sit here with a moody arse like you!'' Christian arose from where he was sitting.
''You'll have a hard job getting her to dance with you, she's already found her partner.'' Syed stood up too, grabbing hold of Christian's shoulders and twisting his body in the direction of Afia so he could see her dancing with another guy.
''Oh my god, bailed! Oh well, I guess I'm stuck with you then.''
''Who said I was dancing again, hm?''
Christian grabbed hold of Syed's hands dominantly, dragging him out into the centre of the beach.
''Me.''
Syed grinned at him, not wanting to argue back. He felt like a teenager, being lead onto the dance floor by their prom date, the rush of excitement and anticipation tumbling around in their stomach. Despite telling himself several times to get a grip and stop being pathetic, because Christian felt no such thing for him, he couldn't help it. The contentment, the genuine happiness he felt at that moment, acting like a proper silly couple with Christian, he couldn't help it. He couldn't deny it. He just wanted him. He wanted him fucking bad.
Christian continued to pull Syed backwards with him, laughing as he did so, the pair making general banter between them. But suddenly, right out of the blue, they was brought to a halt as a pair of hands placed on Christian's shoulders and whizzed him round, causing him to let go of Syed's hand, much to Syed's hidden disappointment.
Both men glanced up, greeted by a pair of bright blue eyes full of surprise and contentment, and floppy brown hair that was swept to one side. He was dressed rather stylishly, had quite a thin physique, a bit like Syed's himself, but a little less muscular, and a dashing smile.
Syed noticed Christian's immediate change in body language as soon as they'd bumped into this guy. His shoulders had tensed, he'd cleared his throat god knows how many times, trying to speak, and he was fiddling with his fingers nervously. Syed couldn't help but feel a major pang of jealousy in the pit of his stomach as the man pulled Christian into a hug, which Christian gladly accepted.
''Christian Clarke, oh my god!'' he exclaimed, Syed rolling his eyes at the man's strong, American accent. He stood there, tapping his foot, fiddling his thumbs, doing his best to not look as awkward as he felt.
After what seemed like forever, the two men came out of the hug, staring at one another in disbelief.
''What the hell are you doing here!? Jesus, what are the chances, ey? My god, it's so good to see you!'' The two embraced each other in a hug again, inflicted by Christian this time.
Meanwhile, suspicions and questions made a whirlwind in Syed's head, the jealousy and annoyance exploding out of them.
'Okay, who the fuck is this, and why is he hugging Christian!?' 'Where's he from?' 'How does Christian know him?' 'Pleased don't tell me they've been in a relationship..' 'Oh shit, I bet they have…'
Syed's personal thought was interrupted by the man, who apologized for his ignorance to his existent up till that point.
''I'm really sorry, I'm being completely rude…hey! Never noticed you there!''
Syed faked a laugh, trying his best to supress the jealousy that threatened to seep out of him.
''So, who's this Christian?''
''Oh right, yeah, sorry…Andy, this is Syed; Syed, this is Andy. He's my boyfr-.''
''Ex!'' Andy chirped in, reminding him.
Christian ran his palms over his face, shaking his head.
''God, yeah, sorry, silly me! He's my ex-boyfriend, Sy. This is my ex-boyfriend Andy.''
Syed was taken aback at Christian's mistake. 'He called him his boyfriend. Christian just called Andy his boyfriend. Oh this is just fucking great, he obviously still has feelings for him! Gosh, how long were they together?! Where abouts did they meet?! Why did they split up?''
He had a ridiculous amount of questions he wanted to ask, but for obvious reasons, he couldn't. So he just smiled through gritted teeth, nodding acceptingly.
Syed reluctantly put his hand out to Andy and shook it, lying that It was 'nice to meet him.'
His mind was such a whirlwind right now, as was his heart, as was his stomach. He didn't know what he was feeling, he didn't know what to say…all he could do was just stand there and hope for someone to break the silence, whilst telling himself that he was okay with it all. 'You don't care, Syed. This is just a deal.' But, it wasn't just a deal. Not anymore. And as Syed's feelings suddenly fully dawned on him, he realised the next 3 days were going to be a lot more difficult than first anticipated…
Hope that was okay for you all! I will try and update a bit quicker this time...that's if you want me to! let me know :) reviews are appreciated as always xxx