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~In my head there's only you~
The pungent smell of coffee awoke me the next morning. I lay completely still, blinking, trying to patch together my memories of last night. A dull ache in my head was the only reminder of the wild night. There was something I was forgetting, something important. I searched my mind trying to remember what it was exactly.
I sat up abruptly.
He must have slept somewhere in the house which explained the smell of the freshly brewing coffee. I let out a long groan. I was ashamed of myself. I couldn't even remember what had happened last night. I crawled out of bed and tentatively took a few steps towards the door. I made it without vomiting or fainting. So far so good.
I caught site of myself in the mirror as I walked through my bedroom door. I was still wearing my dress from last night and my hair was piled atop my head like a rat's nest. My eyes were smudged with last night's mascara and I was missing an earring.
After a quick wash, I ran a brush through my mane and slathered on some face cream. With another quick glance into the mirror, I deemed myself presentable and left my bedroom.
The kitchen was filled with the sounds of sizzling bacon when I arrived. Hugo was standing hunched over my hotplates, a pair of tongs in one hand and a tea towel in the other.
"Hugo?" I asked timidly.
Hugo gave a jump of surprise and the tongs went crashing to the floor. He quickly swooped down and scooped them up. He rested them on the nearby bench. Then he cracked his knuckles and looked over at me. I was perched tensely on a kitchen stool. I swallowed dryly and braced myself for his lecture on how slutty I had behaved last night.
It didn't come. Instead Hugo murmured, "Morning Daisy. Sleep well?"
I nodded dumbly and he raised an eyebrow.
"Where did you sleep?" I enquired politely, picking at the hem of my dress. Hugo abruptly slammed down his mug of coffee onto the bench top and this time I jumped.
"Are we going to talk about what I said last night or are you going to keep being so damn polite all morning?" he snapped.
Crap. I couldn't remember what he had said last night. I remember him looking distraught and I remember asking to go home. Anything before and after that moment was a blur.
"I-I can't remember what you said," I squeaked, waiting for Hugo to get angry.
Instead he did the exact opposite. He laughed.
"Oh Daisy," he chuckled and shook his head, "What am I going to do with you?"
That was a good question actually. A better one was what was I going to do with him? He had come to the pub last night with the purpose of seeing me. This was a good thing right? Maybe he was about to profess his love for me? I nearly laughed at my stupidity.
"Mum misses you," he continued softly, taking a seat beside me.
My eyes shot up. "How is she?" I asked.
"Better," he replied simply.
"And how are you?" I enquired.
He shrugged his shoulders. "I'll survive."
A silence passed between us. We both sat lost in our own thoughts.
"Did you get my letter?" I finally asked. Hugo nodded.
"I really am sorry," I apologised again. Hugo shook his head violently.
"Please Daisy. I should be the one apologising. It was the stupidest plan in the world and I didn't even think it through."
"You just wanted happiness for a very sick man. That's not stupid," I reasoned.
"I thought if he was happy then he might get better. But he wasn't sick emotionally. His body was failing him." Hugh sighed. "Can you forgive me?"
I shook my head. "You never did anything that needed forgiveness in the first place. You just cared. It's one of the things I love about you Hugo."
Hugo gave a humourless laugh. "I don't deserve you at all. How can you still love me? After all I've done? God, I can't believe some of the things I said. I just---".
He shook his head sadly.
"I never want to hurt you again Daisy," he said, "But I can't promise that." He looked pained. I took his hands in mine and gently stroked them.
"Do you love me?" I asked bravely.
Hugo looked into my eyes. "Yes," he said simply. My heart skipped a beat.
"Really?" I asked warily, "You're not just saying that to make me feel better?"
Hugo gripped the sides of my stool and pulled me towards him.
"I didn't break up with you by choice, remember? I loved you Daisy. I still do. It just took me a while to figure it out."
We looked at each other. My eyes were filled with tears. I couldn't believe my luck. He loved me and I loved him. Surely it must be illegal to feel this happy.
I beamed at him and he immediately brightened. He grinned for the first time that day.
"Can I ask you something?" I murmured teasingly "Hypothetically of course."
Hugo looked confused but nodded. He exhaled. His breath tickled my nose.
"If I was to kiss you now. Do you think you would object?" I continued.
Hugo's eyes lit up and he pulled me completely off my stool. I wrapped my legs tightly around his stomach. Our noses were almost touching.
"I think that might be a problem," he replied.
My eyes narrowed, "A problem?" I asked curiously.
"Well the thing is," he began, his voice soft and serious, "If you kiss me, I might just have to kiss you back."
I giggled and wrapped my arms around his shoulders.
"That's what I hoped you would say,".
And then, our lips met and it was like we had never been apart.