The Fantasy
Chapter Twenty-Nine
7 Years Later
Frank glanced at his watch, scowling as the coffee clerk slowly poured his drink into a coffee cup. He couldn’t afford to be late to this meeting; he hated his job enough as it was without getting shouted at by his boss. “Want any milk?” said the pretty young girl behind the desk, her cheery smile turning the corners of his mouth. “No, I’m fine thanks” He said quietly, taking warm drink out from her hand and sipping it cautiously as he began to leave the coffee shop.
As he began to leave, the door suddenly flung open, knocking the drink down the front of his suit as a tall blonde haired man pushed his way inside, his hair soaked from the rain outside. “Ah fuck!” Frank cried, wincing in pain as the drink spilt down his trousers, sending a burning pain down his legs. “Oh my god I’m so sorry, are you alright? Here sit down for a second” The blonde man said, leading him over to a table. Frank slumped into a nearby chair, closing his eyes as he tried to deal with the pain.
“I’m so sorry; do you need to go to the hospital?” A concerned voice said. Frank opened his eyes to find the blonde haired man looking down on him, a grin creeping onto his face. He couldn’t deny that his man was gorgeous; his blonde hair that hung messily down his pale face and deep blue eyes that you could lose yourself in. “I’m fine” He replied, glancing at his watch and rolled his eyes. He looked back up at the stranger who still stared at him with a concerned look. “Looks like I’ve missed a meeting at work” Frank added dully. The man ran his fingers through his hair, guilt in his eyes as he nervously bit his nails. “Oh god I’m so, so sorry, I hope I didn’t get you into trouble” He murmured, falling into the chair opposite him. Frank smiled, shaking his head as he studied the inside of his now empty coffee cup. “Naa its fine, I didn’t like that job anyway” He said, watching the stranger smile, a cheeky lopsided grin that looked simply adorable. Something about him seemed familiar, as though he had once laid eyes on this man before- not that he could really remember. “Seems like everything worked out fine then” The man replied softly, leaning forward and resting his hands on the table. They locked eyes with each other, Frank’s heart fluttered in his chest as warm feeling began to overcome him. “I’m Frank” He said confidently, sitting up and wrapping his hands around the empty mug. The stranger continued to smile, nodding slightly in return as he spoke.
“I’m Patrick” he replied sweetly.
Frank raised an eyebrow at this, he was sure he had heard that name before? “Im sorry” He said, locking eyes with the beautiful stranger before him. “But, have we met before? I mean you seem so familiar”. Patrick lent forward in his chair, his eyes growing wide as he snapped his fingers together. “I thought I recognised you! You’re the guy from the police station right?” He cried, his face lighting up as the words escaped his lips. Frank’s smile faded slightly, nodding in response. He didn’t wish to talk about that day, he had avoided the subject for nearly 7 years and didn’t plan on opening up about it any time soon; especially to a stranger. “How’ve you been? I never saw you again at school after that” He added, folding his arms together as he stared at Frank intently; Frank had never met a man like this before, someone who was genuinely interested in his life that wasn’t to be publish on the front page of The Daily Star. Frank shrugged. “I’ve been ok, me and mum moved away from the area shortly after the police incident. Apparently my friends were a bad crowd” he replied, trying to not give away the lie he had just told although there was an element of truth to it. His mother had moved them away shortly after the court case but it sure as hell wasn’t because of his friends. His friends were good people, even if they had made some bad decisions.
Patrick laughed, glancing down nervously at the table before looking back up into Frank’s eyes; almost as though he couldn’t take his eyes off them. “I know how you feel, my parents were the same, always going on about me and Chloe. Turns out they were right though, I don’t speak to her anymore” He replied gravely, hurt flickered in his eyes as an unknown memory circled through his mind. Frank knew this look more than anyone; he had clearly been through something traumatic. He cleared his throat, breaking the moment of silence that had fallen upon them. “So you work in London now?” Frank asked, smiling at Patrick as he spoke, wanting to move on from the obviously bleak topic they had wandered into. Patrick immediately perked up, nodding in response. “Yeah, I’ve been working in Berwin Leighton for about two years, I graduated from Kings Uni and somehow managed to land myself a place there” He explained.
Frank nodded, the smile remained perched upon his face as he continued to talk to Patrick, the strange mad man from the police station. His heart fluttering in his chest as he found himself drawn in by this man, he seemed so interesting; not in a mysterious way but in a way that seemed normal- like he wanted to know more about this man. He was a typical lad in the way he laughed and joked about the world around him, the way he dressed in his sharp black suit was, in Frank’s eyes, ridiculously hot but mostly his smile; that boyish grin that made Frank’s heart skip a beat as he laid eyes on it. That smile that enticed him in, made him giggle silently to himself and brought on the bright red cheeks as he looked at him.
Eventually, the laughter died down and Patrick rose from his seat, shaking Frank’s hand as he left the coffee shop. Frank sat there for a moment, sighing as he giggled quietly to himself. “That’ll be the last I see of him” he thought quietly to himself as he prepared himself to leave.
In that moment, Patrick appeared at his side, that boyish grin still plastered upon his face as he looked down at Frank. “We should do this again sometime, call me?” He said sweetly, blushing as he handed him his number that was scribbled down on a napkin. Frank felt his cheeks burn red, nodding silently as he took the number; watch him leave the coffee shop before he hid his head in his hands. “Nice one Frank, way to make yourself look stupid” he muttered.
Frank glanced at his watch, scowling as the coffee clerk slowly poured his drink into a coffee cup. He couldn’t afford to be late to this meeting; he hated his job enough as it was without getting shouted at by his boss. “Want any milk?” said the pretty young girl behind the desk, her cheery smile turning the corners of his mouth. “No, I’m fine thanks” He said quietly, taking warm drink out from her hand and sipping it cautiously as he began to leave the coffee shop.
As he began to leave, the door suddenly flung open, knocking the drink down the front of his suit as a tall blonde haired man pushed his way inside, his hair soaked from the rain outside. “Ah fuck!” Frank cried, wincing in pain as the drink spilt down his trousers, sending a burning pain down his legs. “Oh my god I’m so sorry, are you alright? Here sit down for a second” The blonde man said, leading him over to a table. Frank slumped into a nearby chair, closing his eyes as he tried to deal with the pain.
“I’m so sorry; do you need to go to the hospital?” A concerned voice said. Frank opened his eyes to find the blonde haired man looking down on him, a grin creeping onto his face. He couldn’t deny that his man was gorgeous; his blonde hair that hung messily down his pale face and deep blue eyes that you could lose yourself in. “I’m fine” He replied, glancing at his watch and rolled his eyes. He looked back up at the stranger who still stared at him with a concerned look. “Looks like I’ve missed a meeting at work” Frank added dully. The man ran his fingers through his hair, guilt in his eyes as he nervously bit his nails. “Oh god I’m so, so sorry, I hope I didn’t get you into trouble” He murmured, falling into the chair opposite him. Frank smiled, shaking his head as he studied the inside of his now empty coffee cup. “Naa its fine, I didn’t like that job anyway” He said, watching the stranger smile, a cheeky lopsided grin that looked simply adorable. Something about him seemed familiar, as though he had once laid eyes on this man before- not that he could really remember. “Seems like everything worked out fine then” The man replied softly, leaning forward and resting his hands on the table. They locked eyes with each other, Frank’s heart fluttered in his chest as warm feeling began to overcome him. “I’m Frank” He said confidently, sitting up and wrapping his hands around the empty mug. The stranger continued to smile, nodding slightly in return as he spoke.
“I’m Patrick” he replied sweetly.
Frank raised an eyebrow at this, he was sure he had heard that name before? “Im sorry” He said, locking eyes with the beautiful stranger before him. “But, have we met before? I mean you seem so familiar”. Patrick lent forward in his chair, his eyes growing wide as he snapped his fingers together. “I thought I recognised you! You’re the guy from the police station right?” He cried, his face lighting up as the words escaped his lips. Frank’s smile faded slightly, nodding in response. He didn’t wish to talk about that day, he had avoided the subject for nearly 7 years and didn’t plan on opening up about it any time soon; especially to a stranger. “How’ve you been? I never saw you again at school after that” He added, folding his arms together as he stared at Frank intently; Frank had never met a man like this before, someone who was genuinely interested in his life that wasn’t to be publish on the front page of The Daily Star. Frank shrugged. “I’ve been ok, me and mum moved away from the area shortly after the police incident. Apparently my friends were a bad crowd” he replied, trying to not give away the lie he had just told although there was an element of truth to it. His mother had moved them away shortly after the court case but it sure as hell wasn’t because of his friends. His friends were good people, even if they had made some bad decisions.
Patrick laughed, glancing down nervously at the table before looking back up into Frank’s eyes; almost as though he couldn’t take his eyes off them. “I know how you feel, my parents were the same, always going on about me and Chloe. Turns out they were right though, I don’t speak to her anymore” He replied gravely, hurt flickered in his eyes as an unknown memory circled through his mind. Frank knew this look more than anyone; he had clearly been through something traumatic. He cleared his throat, breaking the moment of silence that had fallen upon them. “So you work in London now?” Frank asked, smiling at Patrick as he spoke, wanting to move on from the obviously bleak topic they had wandered into. Patrick immediately perked up, nodding in response. “Yeah, I’ve been working in Berwin Leighton for about two years, I graduated from Kings Uni and somehow managed to land myself a place there” He explained.
Frank nodded, the smile remained perched upon his face as he continued to talk to Patrick, the strange mad man from the police station. His heart fluttering in his chest as he found himself drawn in by this man, he seemed so interesting; not in a mysterious way but in a way that seemed normal- like he wanted to know more about this man. He was a typical lad in the way he laughed and joked about the world around him, the way he dressed in his sharp black suit was, in Frank’s eyes, ridiculously hot but mostly his smile; that boyish grin that made Frank’s heart skip a beat as he laid eyes on it. That smile that enticed him in, made him giggle silently to himself and brought on the bright red cheeks as he looked at him.
Eventually, the laughter died down and Patrick rose from his seat, shaking Frank’s hand as he left the coffee shop. Frank sat there for a moment, sighing as he giggled quietly to himself. “That’ll be the last I see of him” he thought quietly to himself as he prepared himself to leave.
In that moment, Patrick appeared at his side, that boyish grin still plastered upon his face as he looked down at Frank. “We should do this again sometime, call me?” He said sweetly, blushing as he handed him his number that was scribbled down on a napkin. Frank felt his cheeks burn red, nodding silently as he took the number; watch him leave the coffee shop before he hid his head in his hands. “Nice one Frank, way to make yourself look stupid” he muttered.
Notes
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You got the inspo from that there programme what was on a year or so ago lol i remember watching it! xD the girl and she fell in love with this bloke and he turned abusive! awesome tho
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