Chapter 73

                                    

                                          
Okay I want to start off by saying this. Reading all your comments on my older chapters has made me realise how much I've missed all of you. Thanks you so much to everyone who is still reading, I love each and every one of you ❤️
                          
It had been a week since John and the band had left for their European leg of the tour, and I was having a horrible time adjusting to life without him. I was constantly either excited about having the entire house all for myself. I wouldn't have to clean up after him when he would leave his notebooks filled with song lyrics absolutely everywhere, nor would I have to put his coffee mugs in to the dishwasher, instead of just leaving them in to the sink. Then I would suddenly burst into tears because I didn't get to nag about the mugs and I would have to leave them there myself if I wanted to then have to move them to the dishwasher, which made absolutely no sense. I didn't want to have to move them there, so why was I crying about it?
                          
After crying over mugs for two days, I had decided that it was time to pay Lisa a visit in Cambridge. I hadn't seen her in over a week and since I was used to her practically living in my house, I had to go see her.
                          
The drive to Cambridge from Harlow was so much nicer than having to drive all the way from London. It now took me about 45 minutes, whereas it used to take me over an hour when I would drive from London.
                          
I pulled up on her driveway and found that Ciarán car was there too. Not that it was much of a surprise, the two wew acting like a married couple. I didn't mind it though, it just meant that I'd be able to see the two of my favourite people make each other happy everyday.
                          
I parked the car and locked the doors before walking up to her door. I didn't even have time to knock when the door already flew open.
                          
"Loretta!" She exclaimed and pulled me in for a hug.
                          
"So it was Loretta?" I heard Ciarán saying before he appeared behind Lisa in the doorway. I furrowed my brows and waited for an explanation.
                          
"I recognised the sound of your car's engine. Ciará said that I was being delusional and that there was no way I could've recognised something like that. And I was right! It was you!" She said.
                          
"Yes I'll admit it this one time, I was wrong." Ciarán said an I let out a small giggle.
                          
"Next time you two pay me a visit, don't give a heads up. I want to see if I will recognise the sound of your car." I joked and they both chuckled.
                          
"We'll be sure to drop by as unannouced as possible" Ciarán answered.
                          
It was great to see the two, I hadn't seen Ciarán in a while, not after they had helped John and I move in. It felt good to be around other people. After I'd become so heavily associated with John, making friends wasn't very easy. Harlow was a pretty small city compared to London or Cambridge, and everyone had learned that we had moved in fairly quickly, which meant that we, and most I, would constantly be the target of people wanting to befriend a celebrity. People I didn't know would come and compliment whatever it was I was wearing to the store of for a walk. I didn't mind people coming up to me for a chat, not when I knew it was because they had recognised me and just wanted to tell me they had read my study (I knew they never had, but it warmed my heart that they even knew I had written somehing). But I hated it when people came up to me, pretending not to know who I was. They would try to act like they were casually trying to be nice, but I knew they just wanted to use me as a bridge to get to know John. Or to hear a juicy rumor.
                          
And even the 'friends' I already had would try to reconnect with me after hearing about me and John. When a picture of me with my ring on my finger had spread in the papers a week ago, almost everyone that I had ever said hi to (and had my number) phoned me and would ask me to come for a cup of coffee. So nowadays pretty much the only people I trusted to actually care about me and my well-being were my family, Lisa and Ciarán. And some childhood friends like Sarah or June, but we didn't really talk too much anymore.