Chapter 5 - The Groom’s Devil

Oh my fuck. This place is gorgeous. The views are phenomenal. Im sorry but how the hell is this happened. I went from sitting exams in a cruddy college, to spending my nights in the most well known bars with Threedust. How lucky can i get?

I look around, and see glass tables and chairs in a room the size of a stadium, with dim-lit chandeliers enough to see how perfect this all is. I look outside, and see cosy glass pods surrounded by plants and greenery.

My awkward self greets everyone in the most humiliating way possible, i give an embarrassed look to Christopher and he gives me back a soft smile. We get seated at a table and Christopher tips the waiter, i'm sat in between Christopher and Cheryl and opposite me is Jack. I try and make some small talk but it's just as embarrassing as the awkward greeting so i order a large gin and tonic (take note to the large - i fucking needed this!). I sipped that faster than you can say 'would you like to order another'.

After having a few drinks to save myself the awkwardness and relax a bit, my confidence kicks in - it's almost like i have some alter ego or something.

I start asking how the tours going, and how everyone met their partners - it's going really well. However, we all know what comes with drinks (the alcoholic kinds), the constant need to go to the bathroom. So as i get up for what felt like the 15th time that night, i saw Christopher get up and follow on behind me, i turn round and tell him how much fun i'm having (well, that may be from the excessive drinks) and he pulls me into an embrace

He says, "im so glad you came tonight, you know, you're doing really well, everyone loves you out there."

I reply, "well i mean it's probably because i'm a bit tipsy, i get more confidence"

Christopher then whispers, "oh no Harper, that's the real you, i spent enough time with you to know that, it's not the drinks"

I just give him a hopeful smile as i couldn't actually form a word, never mind a fucking sentence. I come back to reality and notice that we're just staring at eachother, like what does this mean, what does it mean when Christopher Adams stares at you. Oh god what am i doing, why am i like this? Why do i find a way to ruin the most magical moments with my thoughts.

Well Harper, you're drunk and the most gorgeous man is standing in front of you, bite the fucking bullet.

I find myself leaning in. Oh my god i'm leaning into Christopher Adams' face, what in hell has made me do this you dumb fucking woman. Oh fuck. He's leaning in as well. Jeez is this going to happen. I mean i think it is, my visions a bit blurred from the gin but i'm pretty sure i'm about to kiss this man.

"Hey guys, you coming back to the party, were all missing you in there" Paul shouts from down the corridor, i pull back and look at Christopher, he looks disappointed but gives a look as if to say 'to be continued'.

The rest of the night is a blur, i just remember glances to and from Christopher and the taxi home. I hope i didn't embarrass myself, hell knows what the fuck happened.

I wake up and turn over to find a peaceful Mr Adams, clearly in the deepest sleep of his life. He looks happy. I check the time, and it's 13:30pm, how the fuck has that happened. I creep downstairs and make me and Christopher some tea and toast. I bring it back up and see he's stirring. I put the tea and toast on his bedside table and wake him up (trust me i didn't want to but it was 13:30pm). He gave me the sweetest smile and i just think 'god your whole morning look is just sending me into a state of god knows what you sexy fucker', i wish i could think of something more like what Mr Darcy would say, but unfortunately i'm Harper, and she just says what she thinks. We say morning and run through the events of last night (well of what we could remember), and then he says he has to speak to me. Oh god he looks serious, is it about the nearly-kiss. I'm too sober to have this conversation right now, where's the gin i need something to relax me. Oh fuck.

"Okay, um, so Harper i have to go away for a few weeks, because, erm, i have some erm, legal things to sort out"

I reply, "what legal things?"

He says "oh you know, court cases and what not"

I ask him what court case he's going on about and how come he's never told me.

His reply was, "okay, so a few years back i was doing this film and i met this woman, her names erm Alexandra Sanchez, long story short, we got married and a bunch of stuff happened. I wanted a divorce and so i told her. You've probably heard in the media, they've been all over it recently. She accused me of abusing her, and because everyone believed her, i had to fork out a shit load of money... Well now my reputation is fucked, i've taken her to court for defamation and falsified evidence. I had to do something Harper, and you've got to believe me when i say i never laid a hand on that woman..."

I mean what the fuck do i say to that, this poor poor man.

I had to say something, this man was looking at me as if he's just told me he's killed someone, i had to tell him he wasn't in the wrong.

"i had no idea, i mean i knew you two were going through a rough patch, but i had no clue she could be such a selfish, lying, money-grabbing cunt. Christopher this is not your fault, you have me behind you all the way. Oh god i feel so terrible."

I lay down on the bed and patted my chest, signaling him to lie down, i stroked his hair and told him that i wanted him to go into that courtroom and show the world who she is, regardless of what happens after that, he got me and the band always.

I ask him how long he'll be gone for, and he says 2 weeks.

I say, "if you ever need to call me, day or night, i'll pick up, even if it's just to have a chat to take your mind off things. I want you to and i don't want you to feel guilty about it, about any of this - you've got a whole army behind you C."

He responds by kissing my shoulder and whispering, "I know Harper, thankyou"

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