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The plane landing was a bit rough for my liking
I always hated the landings, Normally at this point in the flight id be squeezing The crap out of Ryan's hand so hard his fingers would be turning white. I shake the thought from my head and grip the arm rest. Moments later the flight attendant announces that we have safely landed and are free to begin collecting our luggage, I immediately unbuckle and stand, stretching my arms above my head, thankfully there was few people on the flight and everyone made their way off the plane quickly. After getting my luggage I make my way through customs, god I hope I don't get searched,I'm too tired for this shit
No sooner had the thought passed through my mind I was pulled aside "just a random bag search miss" the attended smiled politely, "mhmm, random im sure"
The smiled fades from his face and is replaced with tight lips and a frown,"if you'd place your bag on the table we can start" he says
I chuck my suitcase on the metal table with a little too much force. The customs officer's frown deepens
I un-zip it and throw the lid back. I watch as he pulls on white gloves and starts pulling my clothes out.
"Where are you coming from?" He questions
I run a hand through my hand and sigh "Ireland"
"Ireland? You don't sound Irish, what were you doing there?" He questions again
"Seeing family" I say bluntly come on man, hurry up
"And what are you doing in New Zealand?" He asks as he opens my toiletries bag
"Visiting my uncle, he's in a movie that's being filmed out here" I say.
He raises a brow at me and scoffs but doesn't say anything. A few minutes later he's done and roughly places my stuff back into back suitcase
"Right, all done you can go" he says
"Gee thanks" I re zip my bag and pull it from the table. I walk quickly through the air port and out into the cold air, I pull my jacket tighter around my frame and hail a taxi,I give him my hotel name and we leave.
I sigh and rest my head back and close my eyes
The last 27 hours had been hell, catching my "loving" boyfriend of three years cheating on me, I don't think I've cried so much in my life, I didn't know my body could produce that many tears, the last three years of my life feel so wasted
My eyes open as the car slows, the drive tells me we have arrived, I pay him and grab my suit case and head into the Hotel and straight to reception
"Good after noon ma'am, can I help you?" The bubbly receptionist asks
"Hi, ah yeah... I've got a room booked under O'connor" I say
"Oh lovely, just let me check that for you" she says
She starts typing and after a few moments stops and smiles and me, "here you are miss O'connor, deluxe suit for two, fourteenth floor room 209" she says as she hands me the room card
"Shall I send the rest of your party up when they arrive?" She asks
"Ah, no he won't be coming" I say as I pick up the card.
I thank her and walk to the lift, after a moment the doors open, I walk in and press 14. I can hear the soft music playing God I hate elevator music
There's a ding and the doors open, I walk along the hall way until I find my room, I swipe the card, walk in and close the door behind me, I drop my case and take off my jacket,scarf and fingerless gloves. I pull my phone out of my pocket and check the time 2:45 PM
I groan, which means it's 12:45 at home
"Fuck it, I'll have a bath then call" I sound out loud
I wonder into the bathroom, I turn the taps on and the room starts to fill with steam, I add bubbles and walk back out to the main room, I spot the bar fridge and swing the door open ah huh! There you are!
I pull the bottle of champagne out, pop the top and fill a glass, walking back into the bathroom I turn the taps off, strip out of my clothes and slip into the hot bubbly water. I let out a sigh and take a mouthful of champagne, I hang my arm over side of the bath and sink under the water, until only my nose is above the water.
Forty five minutes and a bottle of champagne later I climb out of the bath and pull on one of the fluffy complementary bathrobes on, i towel dry my dark locks. Grabbing my phone I flop down on the bed and dial home after a few rings its picked up
"Hullo?" A thick Irish voice answers
"Hi Da, it's just me" I reply
"Oh dahlin! You arrived safely then?" He asks
"Yeah da, flight got it in at 2, just wanted to relax before I called" I say, I stand and walk back over to the bar fridge and pull out another bottle, there's a loud pop as I open it
"Good good, what was that noise addy?"
I pour some into my glass before answering
"Just opened a bottle of champagne da" I say
"Aye, how many have ya had?" He questions I can practically here the frown in his voice.
I laugh to myself "first one Da, swear" i say with a smirk
"Oh aye? Your a cheeky girl addy,second bottle then yeah? " he says with a laugh
"Yes,well I am your daughter after all da" I say
He laughs "true ya are, but I think you may of gotten that cheek from ya ma, just don't drink too much"
I smile
"How are you doing addy?"
I roll my eyes at the seriousness in his voice
"Yeah, I'm alright da, tired tho" I say
"Aye, not what I meant tho addy" he says
I sigh," I know da, I'm- I'm, yeah I'm okay, I guess, I'm really pissed off and hurt and confused and and, Da what did I do wrong?" I say as my voice cracks, tears start to well in my eyes
"Oh dahlin, you didn' do anythin wrong, I swear to ya Ryan's just a feckin' moron who couldn't see what he had"
"Oh da your sweet, but can we please not talk about this right now? Please?" I say as I wipe the few tears that had fallen off my cheeks.
"Course dahlin, now does ya uncle know your there yet?" He questions
"Nope, not yet, I wanted to surprise him, mostly just wanted to have a few hours to unwind" I say
"Aye, yeah that's fair, do ya wanna speak with ya Ma or brother?" He asks
"Ah, would mum be pissed if I say no?" I say
"Oh no dahlin, she won't mind, I've had ya on speaker anyhow" he says with a laugh.
"Hello sweetheart!" I hear mum's Scottish accent call out.
I let out a laugh "hi mum, how are you?" I ask
"Oh I'm fine sweetheart, you?" She asks
"Yeah been better ma,but I'll be alright" I say.
"Oh I've no doubt!" She says
"Right, anyway I'm gonna go, gonna rest a bit" I say
"Oh yes, course sweetheart"
Just as im about to say goodbye I hear brother call out over the phone "Oi! S'that Addy?"
"Aye, t'is"
"Gimmie the phone Da!" "Addy, ya go maith?"
"Yeah Finn ,Tá mé go maith, you?" I ask
"Oh yeah I'm fine, so le do thoil inis dom smacked tú air ceann?
I laugh when when mum says "jeesus, Finn don't encourage her!"
"Oh ma, I'm just teasing, but serious addy did you?" Finn questions
"Oh course Finn"
"Aye grand!" Finn yells "that's my girl!"
You laugh again "right anyway I'm going I'll call later, oh and Ma, don't let uncle know I'm here I want to"
"Okay addy" she says
"Ma, in serious don't tell him" I say sternly
"Okay okay, swear"
"Good, great, alright, love you all" I say
"grá agat freisin" Finn calls out
"We love you too addy"
I end the call and toss your phone on the bed, I let out a breath that I hadn't realised I'd been holding.
"Right then, I need to dress and eat" I say aloud
I grab my suit case and wince a little when my knuckles hit the handle, looking down I notice that a few cuts have reopened "lovely" I mutter
I drag my case over to the bed and open it, I pick out a pair of matching red and black lace bra and undies set, I pull off the bathrobe and slip them on, I find my favourite dark blue skinny jeans and pull them on as well as a plain black tank top and a black and white checked shirt over the top. I grab my make up bag and head to the bathroom, I brush my still damp hair and give it a quick dry with the hair dryer, apply some mascara and black liner and I'm done, should probably clean and wrap my knuckles I find a small first aid kit and proceed to clean and bind my knuckles once done I grab my phone, room card and money before putting on socks and my black ankle boots and leave my room.
I make my way down to reception,
"Good evening miss O'connor, can I help you?" The overly bubbly receptionist asks
"Ah yeah, is there a restaurant or some place good to eat close by?" I ask
"Oh of course, our restaurant is wonderful here, I can see if I can get you a table, when would you like to dine?"
"Now if possible?" I ask
"Of course let me make a call" she says
I nod my head and turn around and rest my elbows on the counter, I can hear the bubbly girl talk quickly on the phone God how can people be so god damn happy
I'm snapped out of my thoughts by my name being called
"Miss O'connor, we can have a table ready for you in ten minutes if you don't mind waiting?"
"Yeah, no that's fine, thank you" I say
"Lovely, if you'd like you can wait in the bar until your table is ready" she says happily When it dawns on me that that I'll be eating alone
"Oh um, would it be possible to eat at the bar?" I question
The receptionist is silent for a beat before she replies "yes, miss O'connor that should be fine, I'll just let the bar know"
"Great thank you" I start walking towards the bar area, I pull out a seat and sit down, moments later the bar tender approaches me, "evening' miss, what can I get you?"
"Jack and coke please, oh and a menu" I say
He nods his head and hand me a menu then starts on my drink. The bar tender slides my drink to me, I give him a soft smile. "I'd like to order please"
"Course miss, what can I get you?"
I flip the menu back open "ah I'll have spinach and ricotta tortellini, with Napoli sause" I hand him the menu "very good choice miss, shouldn't be too long"
I take a large mouthful of my drink, feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket, I ignore it and let it go to voice mail, I slip my phone out of my pocket and see a missed call from Ryan seriously? "ceann coileach" I mutter to myself, I leave my phone on the bar as my food arrives
"Here you are miss" the bar tender says as he places my food in front of me
I smile at him "thanks"
He just nods his head and goes back to cleaning.
I look down at my food, suddenly not hungry at all, my drink looks more appealing "fuck it" I mumble to my self and down the rest of my drink.
"Another?" The bar tender ask
"Thanks" I say
"Rough day?" He asks as he places my drink in front of me
I take a mouthful "yeah I guess you could say that"
"Wanna talk about it?" He asks
I laugh a bit "really? Thought that only happen in the movies" I say
He shrugs his shoulders "most of the time, but you look like you could use someone to talk to"
"Thanks, but I'm okay"
I take a few bites of my dinner and finish my drink before I decide that I'm not going to be that lonely sad girl drink by herself, I put a $20 on the bar as a tip "charge the food and drinks to my room, thanks" I say and walk out of the bar and back to the lift and up to my room.
Once I've reached my door I swipe the card key and enter, I close and lock the door behind myself, strip off my clothes and bra and pull on an old t shirt and climb into bed, it wasn't long before I could feel my eyes starting too close, the last day and jet lag finally catching up with me. I drift off to sleep.