Chapter.22- Take A Pitcher, It'll Last Longer!

Twenty-Two: Take A Pitcher, It'll Last Longer!

Song: Chasing Fire by Lauv.

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Men are like sorry I upset you today, I'll do it again tomorrow but...differently.

I eyed the phone screen glumly. It was the typical one-worded statement Kayden had sent—would always send when he cancelled at the last minute.

No justifications whatsoever!

Kayden❣: Sorry :(

He'd say that and do it all over again. I'd preferred to give him a piece of my mind but didn't have the enthusiasm to type it all out. Besides, I didn't feel the need to dwell on it because we'd just begun our courtship, it was hardly three months and I didn't wish to quarrel about outrageous things like not spending time together, but then again, we barely spent time together.

It's not silly, it's quite serious—my subconscious reasoned.

Kayden, bless his soul, I like him. I truly do, although, in moments like these, he's made me question our relationship and his affection towards me. I have never once doubted it whilst we spoke on the phone.

But was that truly adequate for a relationship to grow? There had to be a balance of all aspects, innit?

It wasn't merely enough to ring each other up and speak, right? We'd have to spend time together in person as well! I was willing to give this a try, although I've seen people date and then part ways a month later because it didn't work for them. I shuddered to think, if that would be us. I didn't wish for that at all, I wanted this to work!

Oftentimes, I do wonder if we're really in a relationship or if we were simply friends. Was this going to be another disastrous one, or would this be a casual relationship? Maybe I'm expecting too much from him?

Perhaps he reckoned it was strange to just go from being friends to boyfriend and girlfriend. Probably feels pressurised to take me out on fancy dates. Or am I just insecure? Ugh, fucking hell!

I was even more upset that he'd planned out everything, no doubt he'd put in a lot of effort and money only to not have either of us relishing or cherishing this with each other.

With these conflicting reflections, I arrived at the Pub, the man I'm dating may constantly leave in the lurch but the barman at the pub would make me feel better than he would.

The club isn't the best place to find a lover, so the bar is where I go. Liqueur may not solve all my problems but it was worth a shot!

No sooner had I stepped in, Shape Of You by Ed Sheeran began playing.

The club isn't the best place to find a lover,

So the bar is where I go...

What are the odds that I'm the literal, manifestation of the first two sentences of the lyrics? Gosh!!

Princess Victoria, the most loved Pub in Shepherd's Bush, had a handsome horseshoe bar that offered over a hundred artisan and big-name gins, real ales plus an excellent wine list. It was just what I required to make this horrible night endurable.

The Pub was also currently home to a recently landscaped and impressive front terrace as well as a picturesque rear courtyard garden. Whether you'd fancy an alfresco aperitif, a long lunch in the sun, or to party under the stars, it was a spectacular space. The front terrace was an elegant cobbled terrace complete with silver birches, laurel hedges, cattle trough planters, aged sherry casks, and wooden furniture made from Douglas Firs trees- it was the desirable space to enjoy leisurely lunches and delicious dinners as you watched the world go by.

But since the pub allowed sixty people to exclusively hire this space, there was a private dinner party of sorts being held currently. Dejected, I decided on the dimly lit bar area, but there were additional alternatives to choose from such as a spectacular dining room, a fascinating party room as well as a rear courtyard garden.

Nevertheless, the ethos was: simple things, but adding a dash of flair and transcending expectations. It was constructed to hit the mark in terms of unpretentious comfort. There were so many delectable items on the menu and all you needed to do was fetch your eating trousers, lean in, and let the good times roll!

Once at the bar, I was prepared to order some beer. The area was crammed, and it felt like a bloody sauna, people from numerous age groups were here for the booze and grub.

"Can I see your ID?" The barman inquired.

I disclosed my ID, the barman scrutinised it and I tucked it in after he transferred it back to me. I looked around as the young bloke took my order of cask ale---Timothy Taylor's Landlord.

Whilst waiting, I became conscious of some leery stares and also a group of lads looking over at me. I didn't want any of them approaching me tonight, ignoring them, I twisted my chair so my back was to them. In an endeavour to keep myself occupied, I picked up my phone, clicked a picture of the outstanding cask condition ale, and posted it on my Instagram story with the caption that read: "Take a pitcher, it'll last longer!

As I liquored up in solitary, I felt vulnerable so I ended up chugging down two pints of beer within fifteen minutes. I could handle my booze quite well and I didn't feel light-headed that easily, I'm a Scot after all!

My phone chimed and I immediately picked it up, it was an Instagram notification from Caleb, that read:

Bloody hell! Are you at Princess Victoria?

Sending him a confirmation text, I then proceeded to text Mum inquiring if she could send Roger to fetch me, she immediately answered back explaining that he was on his way to pick up my Dad.

The distinct thing about Roger was that he had a protocol of not picking up his phone whilst driving. It was a reasonable characteristic, but occasionally absolutely exacerbating, particularly at moments like these.

Since I wasn't inclined to go home yet nor wished to be completely rat-arsed, I'd decided to choose a non-alcoholic beverage.

The commotion of chitchat, laughter, and redundant volume of bass music had me yearning for some quiet time, so I picked up my freshly made lime and mint virgin mojito strode in the direction of the courtyard, and stepped into the picturesque rear courtyard garden.

As soon as I'd stepped into the garden, all noise faded away as the door shut behind me and I was appreciative for the place was unoccupied. This secluded sun trap was the perfect location if you wanted to get away from it all. If you wish, by day, you could sit amongst the silver birches and honey-suckle. But by night, it was the perfect space to cosy up next to someone, cocktail in hand—or my case, a virgin mojito, or as you caught up with friends. It was quite adequate and could fit at least thirty people.

The outdoor furniture was white and neatly positioned, providing it with an impression of a garden tea party that came alive straight out of a fairytale book; the place was lit up with tiny lights, whilst a soft glow illuminated the scene but it was a bit dark. And whilst it was warm inside, it was cold out here, a chill went up my spine as a cool breeze hit me. I'd left my coat at the bar and didn't have it in me to go back inside anytime soon.

As I trudged up to turn on the heater, the wind picked up and ruffled my hair, shoving a few strands away from my face for a little shimmy, turning on the heater I quickly sat back down. Taking elegant sips of the refreshing drink my mind wandered to what had occurred earlier, I'd looked forward to spending tonight with Kayden, I'd even dressed up but now I felt like a frumpy fool in this flimsy dress that couldn't even keep me warm and it was such a waste of my time, I could've revised for my exams instead.

"Excuse me, Miss?"

Frightened at the unfamiliar male voice I let out a suppressed scream and nearly spilt my drink. I veered around and found myself face to face—or rather face to torso— with a lad who maintained an amused expression.

"Christ!" I laid a hand on my chest.

"I apologise for unnerving you, Miss, but you aren't permitted to sit here, this place is reserved by someone else. So, I'd have to request you to move back to the bar area," he smiled sheepishly.

"Right, sorry," I apologised and left just as a couple strolled in giggling hand in hand. At least they were going to have a fun evening.

My phone rang, it was Caleb. I answered.

"Hey, Harper. Are you still at the pub?"

"I'm leaving. Why?" I interrogated as I made my way out.

"Fab! Join me at Oxford Street, then?"

I did crave some distraction and some company. The thought of spending time with Caleb was something I didn't look forward to, as I recalled our previous encounter at the flower field and haunted mansion and what had transpired after that, a suspicious feeling arose about his intentions to meet me tonight.

We hadn't spoken about that since my return to London. The last I saw him was a fortnight ago. We had a civilised conversation. But that didn't mean I'd forgotten what he made me do.

"Why? Need extra pair of hands to carry your lingerie bags?" I sneered.

"You're quite the psychic, Harper!"

"Why, thank you! My psychic abilities also tell me that you got your nails done. Is that why you rang me up?"

"You bet I did! If you're wondering they're a pretty hot pink and match my Fuschia tulle skirt."

"Mhmm, it's about time you kept in touch with your feminine side."

"Right? That's exactly what Camden said!"

I'd wanted to deck him through the phone. "I'm sure you didn't ring me up to tell me that."

"In any case, that's a discussion for another time. Meet me here, I guarantee you won't have to carry anything this time. It's going to be fun!"

"Swear on your Nan's life bruv?"

"I swear on me Nan's life! You won't be disappointed." His tone was rather persuasive.

I'd fixed up, might as well let people see me, so I'd agreed, "Fine."

"Excellent! So it's sorted then! See you in a bit." He hung up.

It took me exactly twenty-six minutes to arrive at Oxford Street and the area was buzzing. I instantly loathed my decision to come here, as soon as I'd set foot, I'd been nudged and nearly lost my balance twice. Being in these congested surroundings just narked me off, this was a terrible decision. I looked around for Caleb but he was nowhere to be found, so I rang him.

"Where the hell are you?"

"Oxford Street. At the Mayfair Chippy," he answered back.

"The what?" I yelled. "I think I'm bloody lost." I'd never heard of that place ever! I've lived here for so long and there were places I had yet to discover.

He breathed out. "What do you see near you?"

I looked around. "Uh, Selfridges. I'm standing in front of it."

"You're not that far then. Cross the street," he instructed.

"Why can't you just come over?" I grumbled.

"For once in your life, just come to me, Harper." His voice was laced with annoyance. I was too occupied guiding myself through the throngs of people that I dismissed his tone. "Did you cross the street?"

"Yes, I did." I wheezed struggling to catch my breath. Hopefully, he hadn't heard me breathe loudly.

"Then, come straight along the street," he guided me.

"Okay." I proceeded to hang up.

"Don't hang up."

"Why?"

"I'll explain the path here." He was showing me the way, and I smiled. "Do you see Zara or Omega to your right?"

I looked around frantically. "Yes, I do!" I exclaimed when I spotted them.

"Right, you should be on Audley Street after you cross the street again."

I did as instructed. "I've crossed the street."

"Splendid! Now take fifteen more steps from there."

"Okay. One, two, three, four, five..." I began counting to fifteen and heard him chuckle. "Now what?"

"Turn 90 degrees to your left from there."

"Huh? Alright." I did and in the process confused my left with right, but ended up swivelling 360 degrees, I still couldn't spot him. The lively road was bustling with crowds of people.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

Alarmed, I whirled around and came face to chest with a tall chap who had a playful grin, his eyes glinting behind a pair of glasses and atop his head was a cap turned backwards.

"Absolutely not!" Because saying no isn't as dramatic. "I'm waiting for someone," I said swiftly, my heart thrumming.

"You've been standing alone for a long time, love. You've been stood up." His smile was taunting, the street lights forming a dark shadow over his features.

"Piss off, I've not been stood up," I denied. I was getting defensive possibly because it was the patronising tone he'd used that got to me.

"Right. Look, just one drink, and if things go well, we can go home together..." he trailed off, his eyes dropped down to my risqué dress, but then promptly thwarted his gaze and maintained eye contact. People with blue eyes had an alarming and intimidating manner of gawking at somebody, it was unintentional but quite uncomfortable when they gazed directly into your eyes. Right now, I knew how Eric Zoolander felt when All was staring at his soul.

"Leave or else I'll have you done for harassment," I warned.

"Indeed?" Caleb narrowed his eyes. "Reckon they'll still believe you when I tell them that you came on your own accord?"

"Depends on what motive you lured me out here. In this case, it was by asking me out for a drink like a dodgy bloke, in a ridiculous get-up." I twisted my lips.

"That's the whole point of this disguise. If I wished to attract the attention of others, then I'd rather show up as myself. Get with the programme, Harper." He explained as if I was being deliberately obtuse whilst patting my head.

I slapped his hand away. "Right, is that a chat-up line you use to get gir-guys?" I corrected myself.

"Girls no. But for Camden yes." He wiggled his eyebrows.

I thumped his arm. "Stay away from my boyfriend," I cautioned. "But in all honesty, I didn't know a place like this existed," looking around, I marvelled.

"See you're curious and still here, so this isn't harassment." He smirked. "Why were you drinking alone?"

"Ale tastes better when you drink alone," I griped.

"Right, did you fight with Camden?"

"It's Kayden and no, I didn't!" I disputed.

"You did fight!" Not convinced by my answer, he exclaimed with a smug expression.

"No, we didn't!" I denied.

"How long has it been to already fight?" He leaned forward. "Has he become familiar with who you truly are? Perhaps he saw your dark side and escaped. You should break up with him. Break up!" Caleb recommended.

The posh little wanker!

I stared at him for a few seconds, my lips trembled then I concealed my face in my hands and began to cry, my body shook with each sob.

"Fucking hell, did you break up? Are you crying?" There was a hint of panic in his voice. "Harper?"

After a few seconds, I slowly revealed my perfectly fine face. "I said no. Now piss off!"

"What the...?" He gaped with his mouth slightly parted.

Patting his chest, I said, "Attachment is the origin, the root of suffering; hence it is the cause of suffering," quoting the Dalai Lama. "You need to learn to get over it." I felt his heartbeat quicken underneath my palm.

Flexing his jaw, he swiped my hand away, there was a glint in his eyes that made me squirm.

"You want me to get over it?" He raised a questioning brow, and I nodded.

"Fine. There's only one way to get over it. Come on!" Pushing his glasses up, he took a step back and began to walk.

"Where are we going?" I called after him.

"I'm going to take you to a romantic spot." A twisted smile graced his lips.

"Don't tell me you're taking me to the wrestling mania." I followed him.

"You're ace, Harper!" He turned around and winked.

And just like that, strolling along the pavement, we started to find our path.

After wandering for nearly twenty excruciating minutes, we eventually stood in front of an aged, inadequately lit but dodgy-looking tall building. It had numerous unfashionable advertisements and notices stuck to the wall and the fluorescent lamp at the vestibule flickered every once in a while. It looked like a commercial space that housed a gym.

"This?! Are you bloody joking?" I motioned wildly with my hands.

"I'm not going to make it as a comedian anytime soon, so no. Let's go." He hurried inside the building.

My mouth hung open at his cheeky statement. "Eee you cheeky monkey," I swore under my breath.

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Oooh, where do you think Caleb's taken her? Is it a romantic spot or will he pull a prank on her?

Lately, I'm so distracted as I've been working on another book, it's a historical fiction that has an Egyptian princess, Egyptian gods and goddesses, a Greek king, and mummies. I'm so excited!!😍

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