Now this a story all about how.. I'm joking.
This is a tale about two households, both alike in dignity.. I joke. Again. Sorry.
This is actually a fic about our 2 Corrie fair maidens Sophie and Sian. I know there may be very few of their fans left reading these fics because it's been well over a decade since they were last on our screens but I for one miss them and still come on here to read some of the wonderful stories others wrote about them. So this is more for me, even if I'm the only one to get pleasure out of it. I wrote a story about them a few years back and it seemed to go down well so here's hoping.
To set the scene, they've never met before this story, they're mid-twenties, and scenes will be written from both perspectives. Anything in italic is thoughts, anything in bold is a memory and anything else is present time. I state that cause I'm worried the way I write it may be confusing.
This is the only chapter I've written so far, so it will probably be weekly update, but if you're intrigued and want to know more, let me know your thoughts.
CHAPTER 1
The brunette sat watching her finger make patterns over the white table cloth, she had been doing this for about twenty minutes, letting her thoughts take over, wondering how her patience had not yet got the better of her. But she had stopped herself from making the call, sending that text telling the person she was waiting for to do one and never talk to her again. No matter how long she'd ever have to wait, the thought of not talking to her again would always stop her from ending things.
She tapped the front of her phone so the screen lit up. She only wanted to check the time but the photo of the blonde made her heart drop a little. Those blue eyes and beautiful smile that lit up a room were making the girl staring at the photo feel sad. She missed her. The ache in her heart felt like stabbing and it caused her to close her eyes momentarily as she pressed the lock on the side of the phone so that the screen returned to dark.
Where is she?
She sighed running her hand through the front of her hair before letting the limb fall to her lap. She lifted her head and glanced around the hotel suite she was now sat in. It was one of those fancy ones that was a whole living space. The room she was occupying was large and spacious, an L-Shaped sofa in the centre and a flat screen TV in the corner next to the floor to ceiling glass windows that the lights of the Manchester skyline shone through.
Opposite the table she was currently sat at was the archway to the bedroom, a four-poster bed in the middle with a gold-coloured bath tub to the right of it, next to similar windows that displayed the city she'd grown up in in all it's glory. Lighting the room were the two bed-side lamps, but in the living area where she was she had dimmed the lights for a more romantic setting.
She'd never been in a hotel room like this before. She'd done dingy, she'd done nice, but never grand. This was something special. Exactly what she'd been promised.
As her attention slowly made its way back to the table she was sat at another sigh left her lips. The ice bucket had made a small puddle on the cloth it sat upon as the condensation had made its way down the side of the metal and the champagne was now sat in a pool of warm water rather than ice. The single candle that sat in the centre had almost melted down and her back was beginning to ache from where she'd sat for so long.
She took a deep breath and lifted herself from her seat. She wondered across the room, gliding her fingertip across the length of the sofa as she made her way to the minibar by the TV. She opened the door and squatted down to see what was on offer.
Vodka, water. Vodka, water. Vodka, water. Water.
She removed the bottle from the side and shut the door halfway before contemplating her choice. She took the miniature of Grey Goose out and slammed the door shut as she raised to her feet once more.
Moving into the bedroom she chucked the bottle of water over to the bed and leant against the side of the archway she was now stood under. Wrapping her fingertips round the top of the miniature that remained in her hand, she unscrewed it before leaning her head back and swigging the liquid down in one gulp.
The brunette shut her eyes tight as the liquid burned the back of her throat and once the bottle was removed from her lips she stuck her tongue out cringing at the taste in her mouth. She shook her head swiftly and chucked the empty bottle into the metal bin next to her.
She had never been much of a drinker. A glass of wine every now and then but spirits certainly weren't her thing. Shots on a night out with her mates but Vodka, Gin and Jim Beam weren't her go-to. They were last resort or the option she'd choose if she ever wanted to get absolutely paralytic.
Her thoughts went fuzzy for a second but she was soon back to the sadness she had felt before. She heard her phone chime telling her she'd received a message and glanced over her shoulder back to the table she was previously sat at. She could've sworn her heartbeat had thumped louder but she chose to ignore it and turned to the bath tub at the side of the space.
Perching herself on the edge of it she turned the tap and mulled over her options of bubbles.
Twenty-Six. Twenty-Six today. And alone. Why do Birthdays always turn out crap? You plan, organise, give notice, have hope and they're always shit. They are never what you picture them to be.
Her eyes scanned the labels on the side of the bottles. Involuntarily she blew out a breath and her lips smacked against one another making a horse noise.
Fuck it. You're only here one night. And you're not footing the bill.
Her hands began to undo each bottle before pouring the entire contents of every one of them into the running water. The steam warming her face as her hand reached into the hot water and made circles to help the soaps bubble.
As the water continued to run, the woman stood once again and dropped the empty bubble bath bottles into the bin. She moved to the bureau on the other side of the room and began to remove her bracelet and earrings placing them on the expensive wood.
Fuck me, this is depressing.
The next place she wondered to was the full length mirror that stood in the corner near the bath. She eyed herself as she reached up and removed the clips that were holding her hair in the bun she was currently sporting and let her long locks drop past her shoulders.
As she chucked them on the ottoman that sat at the foot of the bed she couldn't help but feel the disappointment that ran through her. She knew how she wanted this night to be, she knew how it was meant to be, yet here she was getting ready to wind down in a bath in the best hotel suite she'd laid eyes on, alone.
The brunette lifted her hands to the tops of her arms rubbing gently to sooth herself. At that moment one of her bands instinctively moved to the necklace she was wearing. Whenever she felt anxious or sad, she'd wrap her fingers round the tilted heart and move it from side-to-side along the chain. It had become a habit, one she couldn't give break. Much like the blonde that was intruding her thoughts every five seconds.
She turned and faced the mirror once again and tilted her head at the sight before her. Dropping her arms she's admired the little black dress she was donning, and loved how it hugged her figure. Sophie was under no illusion that she was perfect, but she had even thought to herself tonight that she looked pretty. She turned again, her eyes still fixed on her reflection and her hands now running down her body smoothing the dress.
As she continued scanning over herself her eyes were drawn to the furniture behind her. Yes, the big fuck-off poster bed, that was just another reminder that she'd be spending the night alone. Unconsciously letting out another defeated sigh she leant over turning the tap of the bath off and began undressing. The blinds to the windows had not been moved from the sides but she knew someone would need a really good telescope to be able to see her naked body this high up.
She reached into the bath checking the water before stepping over the side and slowly placing herself in the tub. She leant back and her body shifted lower so that she could lean her head against the back of the bath.
She looked out across the city, she'd never seen it like this before. She'd seen bad parts and good parts of Manchester, she'd seen the hustle and bustle and the quiet little back streets. But she'd never seen in lit up like this. Maybe one time but she hadn't took much notice before. At any other time in her life if she'd done what she was doing now, sitting in a hot bath in a plush hotel room looking at pretty lights she's sure she would've felt peace, but not now. Not tonight. Peaceful was the last emotion she was feeling.
This would've been perfect.
She bit the inside of her cheek as she felt a sting to the back of her eyes, but before she let any water escape them she shut them tight and breathed in deeply. Letting the shaky breath out she tried her best to relax and enjoy just the sound of the water that surrounded her.