8th installment :D

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I stared blankly at the ceiling as I tried as hard as I could to ignore the rays of sun coming through the window. My headphones were still playing music on the pillow beside my head as I'd not turned it off the previous night. It had been a godsend to have it with me and have the ability to turn it up hell of a loud. I groaned and rolled over, burying my face into my pillow. I had a pounding headache and as always regretted drinking. However, with a smile, I recalled it hadn't been all bad. The image of the brunette swam into my head. I could recall those eyes and the way they'd looked into mine; the way her lips had felt pressed against me. I was burning up.

"Daydreamin'?" A voice whispered from the foot of my bed and I swear to god I nearly had a heart attack.

"Mum!" I squeaked, yanking the covers up to cover myself for absolutely no reason. My mum has this rather annoying habit of just waltzing in and brushing her teeth when I'm in the shower you see...but still! We just looked at each other for a few seconds before I made the obvious can I help you face. She rolled her eyes and lifted the mug of tea she had in her hands to her lips. Typical bloody British woman; we'd come all the way to Spain and she was drinking tea!

"Did you have a good night?" She murmured as she lowered the cup and watched me levelly. She was doing that mum thing: the thing where she asks you a question she already knows the answer to just so she can have the satisfaction of being right. Smug bitch.

"Yes thank you," I replied simply as I pushed the covers back and swung my legs out. I stood up and stretched, padding over to the window to throw the curtains open. I'd only managed to get as far as stripping down to my underwear last night before the need for bed had consumed me and I'd just got in that way.

"Need some paracetamol?" She asked bluntly and I turned to her as I threw the curtains open.

"Probably," I replied in a similar manner before switching my gaze back to the window.

"Get the fuck away from my window!" I screamed as I came face to face with a rather portly man, sitting on a platform. He looked as shocked as I was, soap dripping from the end of his rod. Oh my god. I clasped my hands over my body. Stupid innuendos.

"Oh hey it's Marcus," My mum said cheerily as she gave the window cleaner a wave. My jaw dropped. I could nothing but look frantically between the two, a little horrified.

"Get out!" I yelled before throwing the curtains closed.

I sighed and pushed my sunglasses further up my nose as I sipped on my strawberry milkshake. My mum was babbling away across the table about something completely irrelevant to anything that needed to be known...by anyone. I had taken to just blocking her off and listening to the couple to my left who seemed to be locked in a heated whispering debate. The female, a rather pretty specimen, was accusing him of forking out to much money on her sister's birthday.

He was protesting he was just trying to be nice to her family. I nearly snorted into my milkshake. As if.

"Sian," My mum said sharply and I jumped, nearly knocking the drink in my glass all over myself. "I asked if ya fancied a shop?" My gaze focused on her as I nodded dumbly. Wouldn't be too bad to browse the Spanish fashion. My job back home had given me an all right sum of money for this trip so I would be able to buy myself something nice.

"Sure," I said brightly. "Why not?" I was definitely feeling better than I had this morning; a cold shower and about two litres of water and headache relief tablets had helped.

"Go pay up, love," My mum murmured as she slid a twenty across the table toward me. I rolled my eyes as I followed her gaze to two men in business suits leaving the cafe. Grabbing the money I stood up and made my way into the small corner establishment. It was just gone midday so people were purchasing...was it tapas they called it here? I shrugged. The only things I could say in Spanish were my hello and...well that's about it really. Tell a lie it probably wasn't.

I made my way up to the counter and smiled at the tan woman behind it before stating my table number and handing her the note. I turned away as she began to rifle through the register for my change and caught the eyes of a lad in the corner. He looked bored shitless if I was honest as his mum and dad discussed something he obviously didn't care for beside him. I gave an amused smile and he seemed to realise I was looking back and smiled too.

"Miss?" The woman behind the desk asked and I turned to face her. With a smile I took the change and made back toward the door. As I left I spared a glance back at the boy to see he was watching me too. Before I left I caught a glance of a small key card on the edge of the table. He was staying at the same hotel as me. When I got back out into the slightly overpowering sunshine I looked around for my rather unmotherly mother.

"No mum," I groaned as I spotted her leaning rather suggestively against the railing bordering the deck the table and chairs were based upon. "Not the men in suits," I hissed as I marched over, grabbed her arm and yanked her rather roughly down the steps.

I grunted in a far too obvious way as I lugged the bags into the lobby. As ever mum was carrying nothing and chatting idly about some man at the store who had failed to believe she was the size she was. Someone had to feel sorry for her I suppose...shame it wasn't her own daughter.

"You look like an ass," A voice said from behind me. I span round, open mouthed and ready to belt whoever had insulted me. With what hand I didn't know but...I was met with a smiling face. "Sorry, donkey. Ass isn't the correct term to be honest," I laughed and shook my head. So now I could put a voice to the face of the boy at the coffee shop. "Can I help you with them?" He questioned with a slight incline of his head. He was rather well spoken, nothing like my northern dialect.

"No thanks," I said simply, giving a shy smile.

"Well someone has to," He pressed, sparing a glance at my mum over my shoulder. "She certainly doesn't look like she is," I gave another smile and shook my head.

"I'm fine," I reassured him before looking to the side.

"Charlie," He said quickly when it looked like I was about to leave. I laughed quietly and nodded.

"Sian," I replied simply. "I would shake ya hand an' all bu'-" I shrugged my shoulders. "For obvious reasons," He nodded and turned as his parents entered through the doors.

"Got to dash, see you round," He said quietly before tucking his hands into his shorts and wondering toward his parents. I stood there for a little while, blinking. Did people always just meet and talk to each other like this? I could swear that only happened in very poor, predictable movies and soaps.

"Hurry up, Sian!" Mum called irritably and when I turned around she was huffing, hands on her hips. "We haven't got all gay," My eyes widened. "Day, I meant day," She corrected, a little too quickly. I rolled my eyes and kept up with my pack mule duties. So it hadn't come across as a blur to her drunken mind the previous night.

I pulled the strap of my dress up my arm again as it slipped down for what seemed the millionth time. It was one of the three I had brought that day and it was rather pretty; all covered in little flowers. When my hands were free I moved them up to add some more messiness and volume to my bun. These corridors seemed to go on for fucking ever and I was getting quite irritated at the fact I couldn't remember what number Sophie's room had been.

I'd been too busy trying to be smooth.

It had been one hundred and seventy something...for sure. One hundred and seventy two seemed to ring a bell. With a sigh I came to gentle halt outside the number and raised my hand, knocking twice. There was no response for a while before I heard footsteps. Moments later the door swung open.

"Can I help you?" A middle aged woman snapped, arms folded across her chest. I swallowed. Was this Sophie's mum? Oh hell.

"Ruth!" A voice yelled from inside the apartment. A male voice. It couldn't be Sophie's mum as Soph had said it was only the three of them, unless, like my mum, her mum had pulled. If she looked anything like Sophie she would have. "It still needs more rubbing," The voice came again, causing the woman to huff. I shook my head and stepped back. My eyes fell down the woman's body to see her hands were rather covered in white.

"Sorry, wrong number," I said quickly. The woman grunted and literally slammed the door in my face. Had I not heard the words 'What factor is this?' I think I may have been scarred forever and a day.

"Sian?" A voice questioned and I turned quickly to see someone watching me in the middle of the corridor. My face lit up. "What was tha' about?" She asked as she walked closer. I laughed and shook my head.

"Forgot what room you was," I murmured sheepishly when she was no more than a meter away. She looked at me with an analysing gaze before smirking and reaching into the bag hanging over her shoulder. She rummaged in it for a few moments before pulling out a pen. I blinked as she leant over and yanked on my hand, putting the nib of the pen to my skin and scrawling. The writing went on for far longer than a room number and when I was finally allowed to take back my limb I was doubly happy.

Not only was there a three digit room number but a much longer eleven digit one too.

"There," She muttered as she replaced the pen in her bag. We watched each other for a few seconds.

"Off anywhere particular?" I asked finally when the silence got a little too much. After last night it shouldn't be this awkward.

I swallowed.

What if she didn't remember? Well that was a blow to the gut.

"I was gonna go check out the beachfront," She replied, sliding her hands into her back pockets. I nodded and took in a soft breath.

I wished I could be confident all the time, I really did but if I acted like something was up then...what if she'd only done last night because she was drunk? Wait, hadn't I only done last night because I was drunk?

Just get to know her, a voice hissed in my head.

"Join me?" She asked before I had the chance to suggest it.

I laughed and looked up, tucking some hair behind my ear. "Love to,"

There y'ar :D

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