I already had my shirt on when I heard the rustle of covers behind me and a low moan. I didn't turn as I heard Emily sit up in bed. I didn't want to look at her knowing I might just have ruined her career. I hadn't slept all night I hoped it wasn't too obvious. "Sleep well?" - "Uhu" she yawned. "You?" I just grunted in response. I stiffened as I felt her arms snaking round my stomach from behind. "Why so tense?" she smirked. I could see her long blonde hair falling over my right shoulder as she pressed her lips to my neck and started nibbling lightly. God she was insufferable! I pulled away and pulled on my jeans. I still hadn't looked at her. "garrrryyyy!" she moaned. I glanced at her quickly. Just enough she was sitting on the red couch seductively in her underwear giving me puppy dog eyes. "not now" I sighed and escaped into the bathroom. Couldn't she take a hint?! Okay, maybe I was being a bit harsh on her but I just wasn't in the mood right now to be perfectly honest. I turned the tap on and wettened my toothbrush. Sure enough, after two minutes I heard a knock on the door. "Emily just gimme a minute!" I muffled through a mouthful of toothpaste. "Gary I need a shower and seeing as you're obviously not going to shag me I might aswell do it now." - "Can you just wait two minutes please?!" - "I'll be late for work!" I sighed and unlocked the door, knowing full well what she was playing at. She pushed past me and took her bra and knickers off before stepping into the shower and pulling the curtains shut. I think she was pissed off. Couldn't blame her really but I just did not want sex right now.
She was probably expecting me to give in and join her but I couldn't be arsed right now I felt too bad. Okay. Alcohol withdrawal wasn't as harmless as I'd hoped. I was getting kinda annoyed with everything. I was brushing my hair back to make it look somehow representable when I heard the bathroom door open, followed by the door to my room before I was left alone. Okay. I'd hurt her. Great. Maybe my horrible witch of a therapist was right, maybe it the problem was more me than my... well. I sighed and put on a pair of shoes. I needed a walk along that beach out there. The fence was slightly off-putting. When I say fence, I mean Berlin wall Mark II. I pulled my coat on and headed out towards the exit hoping Emily wouldn't be there. She wasn't. I slipped outside into the cool spring air. My head immediately felt about two million times clearer. I started walking. I didn't know where or how long for. Just walking. I wasn't even thinking about anything. It was good not having to think for once. Work. I needed to get back to work. We'd promised an album. It would have to wait. I wondered on how many front pages my story had been yet?
"Take That's good boy goes into rehab." "How long until Gary Barlow is Back For Good?"
Yeah something like that. I waked on and on the sound of the sea filling my head. I loved the sea. Probably cos it reminded me of home. Not London. The North. I noticed a figure jogging towards me. I hadn't been for a jog in a while. The girl came to a halt a couple of metres away. For a moment I thought it was Emily until I realized it was someone else. "Gary?" Meghan asked. She didn't look pleased. Okay, her face wasn't the prettiest but she had a good figure! "You..." she raised her eyebrows. "Don't get cheeky with me Barlow." I copied her actions. "Why are you out here?" I shrugged. "Needed some air." I muttered. "And Emily? Did you just abandon her? Quick shag and then move on?" I decided to leave her question unanswered as I looked out onto the waves. It was really calming. Or would be if Meghan wasn't stood here complaining to me about how women weren't to be treated like meat. I didn't care. So many women had treated me like a worthless piece of meat in the past that it wouldn't do them any harm to know what it felt like. "Are you even listening to me?!"
"Nope..." She sighed and sat down next to me. "Come on!" she invited me to sit next to her. She took her headphones out of her ears. "Gorgeous here isn't it?" I nodded. "Gary, you can't just leave her. It hurts when you do that." I frowned. "How would you know?" - "Oh don't think I haven't been dumped!" - "You've had boyfriends?" - "Erm yes quite a few actually." - "How many?" she paused. "One." I raised an eyebrow at her before we both broke down laughing. "Gary do you in all honesty think your behavior could be connected with your lack of alcohol?" I paused. "Yes." I eventually managed to say. That was hard. "Don't worry we'll get you there." she said and stood up. "But go apologize now." I watched her jog off. That had gone batter than expected. I still hated her though.
