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Chapter seventeen

It was Wednesday evening, three weeks later. Louise sat in her office, with her head in her hands. Tears trickled silently from her eyes, down her cheeks and onto the desk. The affair with Warren was still going on, and she felt consumed with guilt. How could she do this to Calvin? She knew it had to stop. Suddenly the door opened and she jumped. “Louise – I’m off home now”, said Carmel.

Louise looked up and quickly brushed away the tears on her cheeks. “Carmel, don’t you knock?”
“Sorry", said Carmel. "Are you ok?” she asked, seeing Louise’s eyes were all red.
“Yeah, I’m...I’m fine”, said Louise, as she burst into tears again.
Carmel sat down next to her, and put her arm round her. “Louise, what's the matter? I’m a good listener”, she said.
Louise looked at her. She needed to tell someone, get it out of her system, otherwise she felt like she'd go mad. “It’s Calvin”, she said.

“Why, what’s he done?” asked Carmel.
“Nothing, he hasn’t done anything – he’s just – perfect”, said Louise.
“Well what is it then?” said Carmel, looking concerned.
Louise looked at her. “I...I...ugh, I don’t even know how to say this. I’ve been sleeping with someone else”, she said.
“Louise!!!”
Louise looked down. “I know – I hate myself!!”
Carmel looked away, thinking about her and Alek. “Well – we all make mistakes”, she said. “Who is he? Do I know him?”
Louise looked at her again. “Yes. It’s Warren”, she said.
“Warren?!! Louise you’ve got to stop it”, said Carmel. "You know what Warren's like!"
“I know – I want to! I can’t even look at myself anymore, I’m so ashamed of myself”, said Louise, tears spilling down her face again. “Calvin doesn’t deserve this!”
“No, you’re right, he doesn’t”, said Carmel. “Why don’t you just tell Warren to leave you alone?”
“Because...I think I’m in love with him”, said Louise.
“Well maybe you should split up with Calvin and be with Warren then!”
“No – I can’t – I can’t!”, said Louise. “Calvin’s such a nice guy, so responsible, and so kind...I know he’s the type of guy I should be with.”
“Well it sounds like you’ve made your mind up”, said Carmel. “But you should tell Warren to stay away from you, you've got a boyfriend!”
Louise looked down. It all seemed so simple, she had made a decision. So why did she still feel so depressed? “Yeah – you’re right”, she said slowly. “That’s what I’ll do.”

“Good”, said Carmel. Another tear trickled down Louise’s cheek. “Awww, come here”, said Carmel, giving her a hug. “At least you’ve sorted it now!”

“Yeah...thanks, Carmel.”
“Anytime”, said Carmel, smiling. “Now how do you fancy a drink at The Loft? Or...maybe The Dog”, she said, remembering that they were avoiding Warren.

“Ok”, said Louise. “You go ahead, I’ll meet you in five minutes.”

Carmel walked out of the office and shut the door. Louise picked up her phone and scrolled through the numbers. Warren. She pressed call. As the phone rang, Louise felt the nervousness rise up in her, wondering if he’d pick up. It went to voicemail. “Hey, Warren – it’s me, Louise. Listen – I need to tell you – me and you – I just can't...I can’t do it anymore, we’re over. I’m...I’m sorry”, she said, hanging up. She burst into tears again.

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The next day, Carmel sat in Evissa, reading a magazine. Suddenly the door opened, and Warren walked in.

“Hi, Carm – is Louise in?”
Carmel looked away uncomfortably. “No, she’s gone out to lunch, with CALVIN”, she said, emphasising the word Calvin.

“Ok”, he said, walking into the office
“What are you doing?” said Carmel quickly. She knew she had to get rid of Warren before Louise came back.
Warren turned round and looked at her. “Are you ok?” he said, frowning. "You're acting a bit weird."
“I’m fine, it’s Louise who you should be worried about”, said Carmel.
“Why?”
“Louise is happy with Calvin, you’ve got to stay away from her”, said Carmel.
Warren sat down. “Is that right”, he said.

“She was so upset last night, because of you”, said Carmel. “And she’s really happy with Calvin!”

Warren rolled his eyes. “Really”, he said.
“And – I know what happened between you and our Mercy”, said Carmel. “She caught you in bed with another girl!”

Warren laughed. “Nothing gets past you McQueens, does it? Right, well perhaps you’re right about Louise”, he said. “I’ll give her some space.”
“Do you swear?” said Carmel.
Warren laughed again. “Yeh”, he said. “As long as you to leave me in peace while I do the books.”

“Oh, ok!” said Carmel. She smiled, feeling pleased that she had helped out Louise.

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Chapter eighteen



Louise walked up the stairs to The Loft, and saw Calvin sitting at the bar. “Hey”, she said. “Sorry I’m late!”

“Hi babe”, said Calvin. “Sorry we had to meet here, it’s just I can’t stay long”, he said.
Louise put her arms round him. “I know, I’m just bored of this place”, she said. What she really meant was, she wanted to avoid Warren – partly because she was scared he would say something to Calvin, and also because she didn’t trust herself around him.

“Well next time we go out, I’ll take you somewhere different, I promise”, said Calvin.
“Good”, said Louise, smiling. “Now let’s have a drink.”

Warren came out of his office. Louise looked at him and her heart skipped a beat. “Oh great”, she muttered under her breath.

“Alright?” said Warren, walking behind the bar.
“Yeah, good thanks”, said Calvin. Louise nodded.

“I’m glad you’re here”, said Warren, looking at Louise. “I need to tell you something.”
Louise looked at him. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeh – I thought I should let you know, I’ve decided to move into the Evissa flat.”

“What?!”

“Well it makes sense. I’m paying 60 quid a week rent when I own a place just down the road”, said Warren. He looked at Calvin. “Don’t you reckon?”

“Er...yeah, I suppose...” said Calvin. Louise frowned at him. “But...don’t you think maybe Louise needs her space?” he added quickly.

Warren laughed. “It’s a 3-bedroom flat, it’s not like we’re going to be on top of each other”, he said, giving Louise a look.

Louise blushed, understanding what he meant. She looked at Calvin to see if he had picked up on it. He hadn’t.

“Besides, I’m the one who should be worried about space”, said Warren. “You should see how messy she is, she leaves her stuff everywhere.” Calvin looked at Louise and smiled.

“Warren! That is not true!” said Louise, annoyed.

Warren laughed and looked at Calvin. “I didn’t see the floor of our flat in Ibiza for about six months”, he said.

Calvin laughed. “I didn’t know you were so untidy babe”, he said. “Is there anything else you should be telling me?”

Louise looked at Warren, feeling her heart beating faster. She forced a laugh. “No”, she said.

“Hang on, there is one thing”, said Warren.

Louise stared at him. There was an awkward silence. “Babe – I’ve got a headache, let’s go home”, she said, grabbing Calvin’s hand.

“No wait – I want to know what this other thing is”, said Calvin, looking at Warren.

“Well – when she moved in with me & Sean in Ibiza, she told us she was a great cook. But she can’t even make beans on toast!”

Calvin laughed, and Louise felt a sense of relief wash over her. She glared at Warren angrily. “Right well – I’d love to stay and chat, but I’ve got stuff to do”, said Warren. “See you later”, he said to Louise.

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That’s really weird – the first part of my last post has been deleted :-S It was a bit about Warren doing some more drug dealing! Well – don’t have time to rewrite, but just so you all know, Warren is still doing the drug dealing, lol! Anyway, here’s the next bit...

Chapter nineteen

“Right, I think that’s everything”, said Warren, carrying a large box through the door of the Evissa flat. “Cheers Jay.”

“No worries mate”, said Justin. “I better get off, I’m going into Chester tonight.”
“Alright, see ya”, said Warren. He sat down on the sofa, and opened a beer.

Suddenly he heard the key in the door, and Louise came in.
“Hiya”, said Warren.
“Hi”, said Louise, walking into the kitchen and dumping her bag and keys on the counter.
“What’s up with you?” said Warren.
“Ugh, bad day”, said Louise. “And I was supposed to be meeting Calvin tonight, but he’s got to babysit as usual.” She rolled her eyes.
Warren walked over to her. “Well how about you and me go out? Celebrate me moving in, make a night of it.”
“Is you moving in a cause for celebration?” asked Louise.
Warren smiled. “Well you know what they say, any excuse.”
“I don’t know, Warren – I think I might just have a night in”, said Louise. “I’m exhausted.”
“Ok, well how about I go and get a take-away”, he said.

Louise looked at him. “Ok”, she said. “Warren...”
“Yeh?”
“Is this – you and me living together – going to work?”
“Yeh course!” He looked at the pile of dirty plates next to the sink. “As long as you do the washing up more often.”
“I didn’t mean that...”
“So what do you fancy, Chinese or curry?” said Warren, ignoring her.
“Chinese”, said Louise.
“Ok, see you in a bit”, said Warren. He slammed the door.

Half an hour later, Louise’s phoned bleeped, and she picked it up. One new message. “I never saw that 5k you owe me...Sean.” Louise swallowed. Then she deleted the text, and put her phone down. The door opened, and Louise jumped. Warren came in.

“Hiya”, he said. “You alright?”

“Yeah, fine!” said Louise.
“Why are you so jumpy?” asked Warren.
“I’m not – I think I just need a drink”, said Louise. She poured two glasses of wine.

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Two hours later, Louise walked to the fridge. “I feel a bit drunk”, she said, as she took out another bottle of wine. “Another drink?” she asked.
Warren laughed. “Yeh, go on then”, he said. Louise walked over to the counter. She screwed the corkscrew into the wine, but couldn’t open it. Warren walked up behind her, putting his arms around her and taking the bottle. “You’ve lost your touch”, he said, opening the wine and pouring it.
“I’m just out of practice”, said Louise.
Warren laughed. “Yeh well I’m sure we’ll soon sort that out”, he said.

“Warren, what were you doing in The Loft earlier?” said Louise, suddenly remembering what Warren had said to Calvin.
“How do you mean?”
“Come on Warren, you know what I mean – winding me up about...you know, us”, said Louise, looking away.
“Scared I was going to tell Calvin?” asked Warren.
Louise rolled her eyes. “Just forget it”, she said, walking away and sitting down. Warren followed her and sat down next to her.
“Look, I'm sorry”, he said. “It’s just..."
“What?”
“Why do you always go out with such losers Louise”, he said. “Sean, Calvin...”
“Calvin isn’t a loser!”
“You hardly ever see him!" He looked into her eyes. "If I was..."
“Yeah well you’re not, Warren!” said Louise.
Warren looked away angrily.
“See – I knew this living together thing wouldn’t work”, said Louise. She stood up. “Just – don’t mention anything about "us" again, ok?! There is no us!!” She walked into her room.
“Louise!” said Warren, as the door slammed. He looked away and frowned. He would win her over eventually, he knew that - but he didn't like waiting.

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Chapter twenty

Louise and Calvin sat on the sofa in the Evissa flat. Calvin kissed her on the lips. "Thanks for dinner, babe" he said. "I better make a move, I'm working at ten."

"Ok - I'll see you tomorrow", said Louise, smiling.

"That sounds good!" said Calvin. He kissed her again.

Suddenly Warren's bedroom door opened, and he walked out, wearing jeans and no top. "Alright?"

"Yeah", said Calvin.

Louise looked at him. She couldn't help staring at his body, as he walked over to the kitchen and took two glasses out of the cupboard. She thought how sexy his muscles were, and his tattoos. Calvin saw Louise looking at him. "Does he always walk round like that?" he said, as Warren went back into his room.

"Well - you know what Warren's like", she said. Calvin frowned.
"I don't like you living with him", he said.
Louise looked at him. "What?"
"I don't like how he walks around like that, and he's just...he's bad news."
"How do you mean?"
"Well - I shouldn't be telling you this", said Calvin. "But I've been told to keep an eye on The Loft - it's one of a couple of nightclubs round here where they reckon a lot of drug dealing goes on."

"Really?"
"Yeah - look, don't say anything to Warren, ok - I just thought you should know."
"Um...yeah, thanks."
"You haven't noticed anything suspicious have you?"
"Er...no, nothing", said Louise, hearing herself lying for Warren instinctively. "What makes you say that?"
"Nothing", said Calvin. "Let's just forget I said anything, I don't want to make you uncomfortable", he said. "Anyway babe, I've really gotta run - I'll see you tomorrow", he said, hugging her. "Bye!" he walked out of the flat.

Suddenly the door to Warren's room opened, and Mercedes walked into the kitchen, wearing one of Warren's shirts. "Hiya", she said.
"Mercedes! What are you doing here?" asked Louise.
"Er...what does it look like", said Mercedes sarcastically, pouring herself another glass of wine as if she owned the place. She took a magazine off the table and started flicking through it casually.
"That's mine!" said Louise. "Where's Warren?"
"In the shower", said Mercedes, as she carried on flicking through it.
A few minutes later, Warren came out of his room. "Alright sexy!" he said, smacking Mercedes on the butt.
"Ouch!" said Mercedes, laughing. She walked over to the sofa with the magazine and sat down next to Louise. "Hmmm, did you know, 50% of women think about another man when they're in bed with their partner?" she said. Louise blushed and looked at Warren. He wasn't looking at her.
"Really?" she asked, playing with her hair.
Warren came and sat down on the coffee table, so he was opposite Mercedes. "I hope you're not complaining", he said.
Mercedes laughed. "As if", she said, pulling Warren towards her and kissing him deeply on the lips. "I could stay in bed with you all day", she said.
"Yeh well you're not bad yourself", said Warren.
"Oy!!" said Mercedes, hitting him. Warren laughed. "Stop it!"
Louise couldn't help feeling jealous. "Ugh, get a room you two", she blurted out.
Warren looked at her. "Jealous?"
"No", she said. Warren's phone rang, and he got up to answer it.

Mercedes looked at Louise. "I'm not surprised", she said. "I mean it can't be much fun, going out with a copper." She laughed.

"Yeah well at least I'm not with a new man every week", hissed Louise, getting up and walking into her room.

"Ugh, shut up you cow!" shouted Mercedes, as Louise slammed the door. Warren walked back into the living room.
"Everything alright?"
"Yeh, fine", said Mercedes, scowling.

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It was two hours later. Louise could hear Warren and Mercedes laughing in the next room. She tiptoed into the bathroom and locked the door. Then she pulled something out of the cupboard. She had left it there for a day, not wanting to look. Feeling her heart beating faster, she took a deep breath and turned it over. "Pregnant." She gulped and stared into the mirror, as tears started trickling down her cheeks.

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Chapter twenty-one

Louise looked at her clock. It was 4am. She hadn’t been able to sleep since she’d found out she was pregnant, her mind was racing. Perhaps there was some mistake, perhaps it was wrong. But no – she knew she couldn’t deny it. She thought back to that morning when Warren had told her he loved her – and they’d slept together, without protection. Tears welled up in her eyes as she wondered what he’d say, what his reaction would be. And what would she tell Calvin?! She hated herself for getting into this mess. After a while she got up and tiptoed into the kitchen to get a glass of water. She poured herself a glass, and then sat on the sofa in the dark. It was completely silent.

“Hey”. She jumped and turned round, seeing Warren standing behind her. He came and sat next to her on the sofa. “Couldn’t sleep?”
“No”, said Louise, quietly.
“Neither could I”, whispered Warren.
“How come?”
“Stuff on my mind. Are you ok?”
“Yeah, fine, why?”
Warren stroked her cheek gently and moved closer to her. “You look stressed”, he whispered, gently tucking her hair behind her ears. Louise looked into his eyes, and tears fell down her cheeks again. “Hey, what’s up?” he whispered, brushing the tears away gently with his fingers.

Louise felt her heart melt, as he gazed into her eyes. She felt so safe with him, so protected. She had never loved anybody as much as she loved him – not even close. When he walked into the room, when he looked at her, touched her – she felt something deeper than she’d ever known. She knew now that she’d always loved him, since the moment they’d first locked eyes in Sean’s bar in Ibiza, and she’d felt butterflies in her stomach. He was so tough, so strong...and yet with her, he was different, he was always there for her. He was so close to her now, his lips almost touching hers. Louise put her hand to his cheek. “Warren”, she whispered. “Kiss me.”
Warren took her hand i