British Guys Aren't Cute - Chapter Ten

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'How do you keep the natives off the booze long enough to get them through the test?'

Prince Philip, To a driving instructor in Scotland

Chapter Nine

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Don't fall for British guys. They'll take you paint-balling, make you fall for them, before breaking your heart by keeping big secrets. But if you do, make sure you shot that ass-hole in the balls — great anger management strategy. 

Nora ran into the toilets before leaning on the wall next to the door and slowly sliding down it, choking back tears. She unzipped the overall she was dressed in and pushed it off her body before pulling her legs up the her chest and holding them close. She felt like she was 13 all over again. She felt as if was back in the hospital, watching the doctor tell her mother that her father barely had days left to live. Nora hadn't needed the doctor to tell her, she had seen that he was dying from his eyes, the emerald green colour matching hers fading quickly. But her mother hadn't care less. The only care on her mother's mind had aways been about when she could get her next shot of whisky, her next smoke, the next time she could get high. 

A single tear feel down Nora's face, as she tried to push down the memories which were so clear, it could have happened yesterday. She could still remember the smokey smell of her mother, the sickly yellow of the hospital walls, the look on the doctors face. She pushed them away, not wanting to remember her childhood and though back to Milo, anger still making it's way round her body.

Why didn't he tell her earlier? Why did he leave it up to her to recognise him? 

'Being a prince isn't something you hide from people — especially those you're dating! It's one of those things you have to tell the other person on the first date! I'm married; I have children; I'm gay; I'm the future king of great Britain. You don't keep it a secret!' Nora thought to herself, cursing Milo over and over. 

There was a light knock at the door, and Nora held her breath, not wanting who ever was out there to know she was inside. "Nora, if you're in there, I'm sorry, I was going to tell you - I was telling you tonight, where I could explain why, how would affect you and how I could have wished to not be prince so we could just have a normal-ish relationship — the ish coming from Skye," Milo said, praying inside his head that Nora was hearing this and not some other woman. "Nora, if you are in there, please come out, please," He begged, his voice breaking a little. 

Silent tears began to roll down Nora's cheeks, as she fought the urge to run out of the bathroom and kiss him until her lips turned black and blue. She could hear the sincerity  in his voice, the sadness, and that alone made her heart break into a million pieces.

Milo pressed his head against the door, praying at he would hear some movement inside to toilets. He though for a seconds he heard somebody moving inside the toilets, but decided that it was just his mind making things up. He slowly turned and walked away, every step was laced with pain from all the shooting. Milo had decided that he had deserved every single shot — the shot in the balls may have been a little unnecessary and Milo would have rathered that it would have been anywhere else, but he knew he deserved it. 

"Wait," a light voice croaked from behind him, and Milo spun around to see Nora standing in the doorframe of the toilets. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, making Milo want to wrap his arms around her hold her tight, while begging her to forgive him. Her lips didn't form the usual smile, but instead a slight frown, which made Milo want to kiss her until as she could do was smile.  He walked closer to her, but resisted the urge to wrap his arms around her. "Why didn't you tell me?" she questioned, her voice barely louder than a whisper.

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