“Whatever.” was the slurred response she got.

“Come on Bry, up you get.” said one of the others, trying to pull him up.

“Gerroff, just leave me alone.” he said.

“Come on guys, lets go, he’ll come back when he’s sober.” and with that they left. The one they called Bry was still on the floor and seemed in no hurry to get up.

“Are you okay?” Kate asked leaning over him.

“Hmmm?” was the mumbled response as he turned to look at her, blood seeping from a gash in his head. Kate did a double take, was it really him? But there was no mistaking his face, she was looking into the eyes of Bryan from Westlife, but who he was was irrelevant as she looked at the cut on his head.

“Come on get up.” she said, taking his hand “You need that head looking at.”

“I can’t.” he said, trying to pull his hand away.

“Look, you can lie there and bleed all over the pavement if you like, it’s no skin off my nose, but I think you should go to hospital.” Kate said willing him to get up, she had no intention of leaving him there.

“Okay, okay, I give up, you win.” Bryan said, trying to stand up. Slowly, with as much help as Bryan could manage in his drunken state, Kate got him to his feet.

“Come on, my car’s in the car park, I’ll take you myself.” Kate said and they made their way to her car. She felt a bit embarrassed putting him in her battered old car, but then in his state she didn’t think he’d remember much about it anyway. As they were abou to leave Bryan’s mobile phone started to ring.

“You’d better get that.” Kate said. “It’s probably the others wondering where you are.”

Bryan fumbled with his phone but couldnt find the right button to press.

“Oh for goodness sake, give it here.” Kate said, taking it from him and answering it.

“Hello?” she said.

“Hello?” said a confused voice at the other end, “Who is this?”

“The name’s Kate.” she said, “Who are you?”

“Nicky.” said the voice, “What are you doing with Bryan’s phone?”

“He’s sat in my car about to go to hospital.” Kate replied. It was as she said this that she realised just how absurd the situation was. Here she was, a barmaid in a club, and she had Bryan McFadden in her car. No-one would believe her when she told them.

“Oh my god, what’s he done?” asked Nicky.

“He fell coming out of the club where I work and he’s cut his head. I’m just taking him to have it looked at.” Kate explained.

“Do you want us to come with you?” asked Nicky.

“Would that be wise.” Kate said, “One of you turning up at the hospital is bad enough. If you all go what would the press make of that.”

“Yeah, you’ve got a point there. Look, whatever the time, ring when he’s seen a doctor and let us know how he is.”

“No problem.” Kate said and with that they hung up and Kate set off for the hospital. Luckily the hospital was quiet and they were seen straight away. After Bryan’s head had been x-rayed and stitched they put him in a side room on his own with a security guard outside the door. Kate didn’t like to think of him waking up on his own so she decided to stay with him. She phoned her parents and told them that a friend had had an accident and she was staying with them until she knew they were okay. Then she phoned Nicky, as promised.

“Hello?” Nicky said as he picked up the phone.

“Hi Nicky, it’s Kate.”

“How is he?” Nick asked.

“He’ll live.” Kate replied, “He’s got six stitches and they want him to stay overnight. But apart from a bad head when he wakes up he should be fine.”

“Thanks for all you’ve done Kate.” Nicky said, “It’s really appreciated.”

“That’s okay.” said Kate blushing, “I thought I would stay with him until he wakes up. I think he’ll be a bit confused when he does.”

“Yeah, probably.” Agreed Nicky. “Thanks again, and we’ll come and get you in the morning.”

They said goodbye and Kate went back to Bryan’s room, smiling at the security guard as she went in. Bryan was out cold so Kate sat in the chair next to the bed and was soon asleep too.

When Bryan woke the next morning he felt like he’d been hit by a truck. His head felt as though it was about to explode and his mouth was like sandpaper. He put his hand up to his head and it all started coming back to him, he could remember having too much to drink, falling and hitting his head when he left the club. But where was he? This wasn’t his room. He looked around and saw Kate asleep in the chair, then the rest of it came back, she’d taken him to hospital so that was obviously where he was. But what was her name? She must have told him but he couldn’t remember. With that Kate woke up, she was embarrassed seeing him looking at her, she was all rumpled, having slept in a chair all night and her make-up was smudged. Bryan was also embarrassed, what must she think of him, he knew he’d had too much to drink and here he was in hospital with a girl he didn’t know.

“How’s your head?” Kate asked him.

“Feels like I’ve been hit with a sledgehammer.” Bryan said “I’m sorry, but I can’t remember your name.” He said blushing slightly.

“I’m not surprised the state you were in last night.” Kate said, smiling, “I’m Kate.”

“Have you been here all night?” he asked.

“Yeah, I didn’t like to leave you.” kate said, now it was her turn to blush.

“That’s really sweet.” Bryan said, sitting up. “I bet my mates are wondering where I am.”

“They already know.” Kate said, “Nicky rang while we were on our way here and I phoned him after you’d been seen. He said he’d come and get you this morning.”

“So you know who I am then, this is really embarrassing.” Bryan said looking away from Kate.

“Don’t worry.” Kate said walking over to the bed, “Your secret’s safe with me.”

With that a nurse came in and gave Bryan some painkillers and, satisfied that there would be no permenent damage, told him he was free to go. Unfortunately the press had got wind of what had happened and the main entrance was crawling with reporters. Bryan held tightly to Kates hand as they made their way to the waiting car. Kian, Nicky, Mark and Shane were waiting in the car for him and insisted on taking Kate hime too, not one to waste an opportunity, Kate didn’t tell them she had her own car in the car park, she would have to come back for it later.

All the way to Kate’s house the other guys took the mick out of Bryan.

“I don’t know.” said Shane, “Falling over blind drunk and being picked up by strange women, whatever next.”

“It’s not quite the right way to be impressing the ladies now, is it?” laughed Mark.

“You’ll be scarred for life now mate.” said Kian, “No more pretty girls for you, still that leaves more for the rest of us, hey lads.” and they all started laughing.

“Leave it out you lot.” Bryan said, pretending to be insulted, but he was laughing just as much as they were.

By the time they reached Kate’s house they were all chatting as if they’d known each other for years. Bryan got out of the car and helped Kate out, as he walked her to her door he said,

“Would you like to come out to dinner with me, if I promise not to get drunk? I’d like to thank you properly for all you’ve done.”

“Yes, I’d love to.” replied Kate.

“Great, I’ll pick yopu up tomorrow at seven, and dress casual.” then he kissed her gently on the lips and went back to the car. As he opened the door Kate heard the guys shout, “Yes! Bryan scores!” Then they were gone. Kate turned to see her family stood at the door, they’d seen everything.

“You’re a bit of a dark horse.” said her mum as Kate walked in, “I thought you were at the hospital with a friend.”

“I was.” said Kate and she went on to explain what had happened.

The following evening on the dot of seven Bryan was at Kate’s door. He was dressed in jeans and a grey shirt, Kate couldn’t believe hoow gorgeous he was, sober and clean shaven.

“Are you ready?” Bryan asked.

“Yeah, I’ll see you later mum.” she called as she left the house. Kate had also chosen to wear jeans but with a delicate floral print gypsy top.

“You look really nice.” said Bryan.

“Thanks.” said Kate, “You scrub up pretty well yourself.” and they both laughed at the memory of two nights ago.

Bryan took her to a small restaurant in one of Dublin’s quieter areas. They had a lovely meal and spent the evening getting to know each other. The end of the evening came all too quickly and Kate didn’t want to go home. Bryan must have read her mind as he said,

“Would you like to come back to my place. I don’t want this evening to end yet.”

“Yes.” said Kate, “I’d really like that.”

Back at Bryans flat they were enjoying a cup of coffee and watching an old movie when Bryan turned to Kate and said,

“I really like you Kate, how would you feel about seeing me again, what with all the baggage I carry.”

“Are you serious?” Kate asked totally shocked, “You could have your pick of women who move in the same circles as you. What would you want with a barmaid?”

“But you’re much more than that Kate.” said Bryan, “You’ve seen me at my worst and you didn’t run away, you stopped and helped me. That means a lot to me.” then he swallowed hard and said, “I think, no, I know, I love you. I’m sorry if that scares you, but you’ve been honest with me so I owe it to you to do the same.”

“I don’t know what to say.” said Kate, but then it just came out, it wasn’t planned, but these things rarely are, “I love you too.”

Bryan stood up and pulled Kate to her feet, he put his arms around her and kissed her gently, then with more passion. When they stopped he took her hand and led her to his bedroom. Kate looked at him and he stopped, “If you’re not ready I’m happy to wait.” he said, “I don’t want to rush you.”

 

 

* * * * * * *

Strapless, white pearls, Yards of white satin. It was four years later. null had called null . After she had gone back to Ireland, null called her everyday, sent her tickets and backstage passes to every show near Killarney. null even toured with the group for a couple months.
null pulled at her veil. She had found her wedding dress at a little boutique in Dublin.

*Flashback*

“We’re going on a scavenger hunt.” null said to null .
She laughed. “What?”
“A scavenger hunt! Come on, It’ll be fun!”
She shrugged. “Sure, why not?”
The first clue had said “I’m hot, I’m cold, I’ll blow you away.”
null was puzzled for a second.
“A blow dryer?”
null raised his eyebrows. “maybe.”
null hurried to the bathroom in the house the two of them shared.
There were two envelopes taped to the mirror. One was pink, one was blue. The pink one had a message written on it saying. “Open the pink ones for the next clue, wait till the end to open the blue ones”.
The second one had led them to the bedroom, the third to null ’s house, and the fourth to Bleeding Murphy’s. The Pub where they had shared their first kiss.
Everyone was there. The rest of Westlife, A1, Ronan, and null and null ’s families.
“What’s this?” She asked, a grin playing on her lips.
“Oh, it’s nothing. We just decided to come for a drink.” Ronan said, trying to look innocent, but failing miserably.
null raised her eyebrows. “Then why do you have a video camera?”
“Oh, uhhh…… I was just….. Taping Ben! Because he, uh, wants to… sing?” Ronan racked his brains, trying to come up with a excuse.
“Sure.”
“Why don’t you assemble the clues in the blue envelopes?” null said to null .
“Sure. You don’t want to help?” She asked.
“I’m going to get us some drinks.” He said. He kissed her forehead and walked towards the bar.
null pulled the envelopes out of her purse and assembled them upside in order like the instructions said.
She flipped over the first one.
Will
She flipped the second one.
You
null ’s heart skipped a beat. She paused.
Could it be?
She looked up. Ronan’s camera was trained on her face.
She dropped her Purse to the floor and flipped the last two over at the same time.
Marry Me?
null gasped. Her hands flew to her face and tears sprang to her eyes.
She spun around and was greeted by a very nervous null holding a small black box.
He dropped down on one knee and took her hand.
“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. Well, supposedly, I cant coun’t because I’m a pop star-” null snickered and Ronan zoomed in. “-But I can count on a few things. That you will bring the best out of me, that I can count on you to support me in anything I do and I can count on you to love me unconditionally. And you never let me down.”
null let out a small sob.
“There are things that you can count on as well-” null continued. “- That I will love you. That I will support you through everything and that I will be the happiest man in the world, if you would grant me the honor, of becoming my wife.”
null ’s should shook and tears of happiness ran down her face.
She pulled null from his knees and kissed him fully on the mouth.
“Is that a yes?!?” Ronan asked, the camera a foot away from the two.
null looked null in the eyes.
“Yes. That’s a yes, Yes, YES!”
The group cheered, and the celebrated into the night.

Present Time.

 

 

“Oy, null , go talk to her! She looks like she’s just friends with the guy she’s sitting next to.” null said to his friend.

null downed his shot of Vodka and made his way to the bar.
“Guinness stout.” He said to the bartender.
He casually leaned over the bar.
null turned her head. The voice sounded familiar. She almost spit out the beer she had just taken into her mouth when she saw who it was.
null glanced her way. “Don’t choke now.” He said with a laugh.
null smiled. “Went down the wrong tube.”
“You’re from Ireland?” null asked her.
“Yeah, Killarney. Live there my whole life. Where ‘bout are you from?”
“Dublin. What brings you to the States?” null asked after taking a sip of his beer.
“Well, I was born in California, but we moved to Killarney when I was one because they were sick of the politics.”
null walked up. “Hey null , we’ve got to get going.”
null turned to null . “um, can I get your number, so I can maybe call you….?”
null hesitated. “Well, lets think about it. You are a famous pop star. I’m a girl from Killarney. You probably don’t have the room in your expensive mobile phone for my number.” She said with a smile.
“Well, how about this. I’ll give you the number to the worst, most devious reporter in the whole of the UK. If I don’t call you within, lets say. a week, then you can call her and tell her all about how much I like to party while I’m in America.”
She thought about it for a few seconds. “OK, why not.”
null gave him her mobile number and watched him walk from the bar.
“We’ll see.”

* * * * * * *

Strapless, white pearls, Yards of white satin. It was four years later. null had called null . After she had gone back to Ireland, null called her everyday, sent her tickets and backstage passes to every show near Killarney. null even toured with the group for a couple months.
null pulled at her veil. She had found her wedding dress at a little boutique in Dublin.

*Flashback*

“We’re going on a scavenger hunt.” null said to null .
She laughed. “What?”
“A scavenger hunt! Come on, It’ll be fun!”
She shrugged. “Sure, why not?”
The first clue had said “I’m hot, I’m cold, I’ll blow you away.”
null was puzzled for a second.
“A blow dryer?”
null raised his eyebrows. “maybe.”
null hurried to the bathroom in the house the two of them shared.
There were two envelopes taped to the mirror. One was pink, one was blue. The pink one had a message written on it saying. “Open the pink ones for the next clue, wait till the end to open the blue ones”.
The second one had led them to the bedroom, the third to null ’s house, and the fourth to Bleeding Murphy’s. The Pub where they had shared their first kiss.
Everyone was there. The rest of Westlife, A1, Ronan, and null and null ’s families.
“What’s this?” She asked, a grin playing on her lips.
“Oh, it’s nothing. We just decided to come for a drink.” Ronan said, trying to look innocent, but failing miserably.
null raised her eyebrows. “Then why do you have a video camera?”
“Oh, uhhh…… I was just….. Taping Ben! Because he, uh, wants to… sing?” Ronan racked his brains, trying to come up with a excuse.
“Sure.”
“Why don’t you assemble the clues in the blue envelopes?” null said to null .
“Sure. You don’t want to help?” She asked.
“I’m going to get us some drinks.” He said. He kissed her forehead and walked towards the bar.
null pulled the envelopes out of her purse and assembled them upside in order like the instructions said.
She flipped over the first one.
Will
She flipped the second one.
You
null ’s heart skipped a beat. She paused.
Could it be?
She looked up. Ronan’s camera was trained on her face.
She dropped her Purse to the floor and flipped the last two over at the same time.
Marry Me?
null gasped. Her hands flew to her face and tears sprang to her eyes.
She spun around and was greeted by a very nervous null holding a small black box.
He dropped down on one knee and took her hand.
“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. Well, supposedly, I cant coun’t because I’m a pop star-” null snickered and Ronan zoomed in. “-But I can count on a few things. That you will bring the best out of me, that I can count on you to support me in anything I do and I can count on you to love me unconditionally. And you never let me down.”
null let out a small sob.
“There are things that you can count on as well-” null continued. “- That I will love you. That I will support you through everything and that I will be the happiest man in the world, if you would grant me the honor, of becoming my wife.”
null ’s should shook and tears of happiness ran down her face.
She pulled null from his knees and kissed him fully on the mouth.
“Is that a yes?!?” Ronan asked, the camera a foot away from the two.
null looked null in the eyes.
“Yes. That’s a yes, Yes, YES!”
The group cheered, and the celebrated into the night.

Present Time.

 

 

Ruby have to go to hosp on the 15 of July at 7.30am and she have to stay there for half a day so we have to go over on the Monday.

l did not go home with Mum on Wednesday, l stay here to help Tania out, Ruby and Lusia are sick some more.

Today is Tania’s birthday and she is 40 year old but Ruby and Lusia are sick some more.

One of our friends is dead.

Ruby and Lusia are not feeling well.

Blake was nice to me at tafe but Jack say something not good about me on my blog last night and l did not want to talk about what he write on it becouse he write something bad about me so if you want to know about it you have to ask Jack youself.