British Guys Aren't Cute

British Guys Aren't Cute - Chapter Thirty-Three

‘The British have an umbilical cord which has never been cut and through which tea flows constantly. It is curious to watch them in times of sudden horror, tragedy or disaster. The pulse stops apparently, and nothing can be done, and no move made, until "a nice cup of tea" is quickly made. There is no question that it brings solace and does steady the mind. What a pity all countries are not so tea-conscious. World-peace conferences would run more smoothly if "a nice cup of tea", or indeed, a samovar were available at the proper time,’

Marlene Dietrich

Chapter Thirty-Three

“Oh my fucking god! It’s freezing!” Dan complained as they walked out of the airport, Milo concentrating on trying to find out where he could rent a car from. It was only now did he realize that he was totally exposed in the republic of Ireland, the part of Ireland that had fought for freedom from his grandparents rule. He pushed down the thoughts of the IRA before concentrating on renting a car, convincing himself that nobody would recognize him.

Little did he know; but there was a bigger threat standing next to him, planning his attack silently in his head. 

“Where are we going now?” Dan questioned, watching his brother as he looked around. 

“Trying to figure out where we can hire a car from....” Milo trailed off just as a sign for a company, “Come on,” he said, picking his bag up from the ground and throwing it on his shoulder, walking over to the building that stood separate from the small airport. Milo almost had a heart attack when he saw how small the plane he was getting on was. He had never been a fan of flying, and being on a small plane terrified him. Milo quickly walked into the car rental place, Dan following him in, before renting a car. After all the paperwork was done, Milo was allowed to drive the car away, letting Dan drive the range rover while he circled the area in which Nora lived in, trying to figure out how he was going to get round all the houses. He quickly highlighted a route on the map, directing his brother about, before wondering how long it would take to find her: all day? Maybe more? All Milo knew was that he loved Nora, and he needed to tell her. He needed to hold her in his arms again, for her to tell him that everything would be alright again, that he wouldn’t feel like a piece of him was missing, that she loved him too and that she would never leave him again. At that moment, Dan was wishing that the exact opposite would happen. That Nora would leave him even more even heart broken than before, that he would be easy to kill. 

Nora watched her mother sitting down in the living room from the doorway. The TV was on but her mother wasn’t watching, she was just staring at a wall, deep in her thoughts, her hand shaking from the lack of alcohol. Nora let out a deep breathe, before turning away, walking away from the kitchen and into the hall, hoping that the events of the day had made some sort of impact on her mum; it certainly seemed like they had. 

Suddenly, Nora’s phone started buzzing in her pocket, her ring tone playing loudly. She pulled her phone out of her pocket, not even bothering to check the id before pressing the answer button.

“Hello?” She spoke, her voice a little ruff. She hadn’t spoken since the meeting, her mother hadn’t said anything since then and the lack of using her voice was getting to her. 

‘Nora, hey! How are you!” Skye shouted happily down the phone. A smile appeared on Nora’s lips as she realised that it was her best friend calling. She had been on the phone to Skye every day since she had gone home, but no matter how many times she called, a smile aways formed on her lips when she was speaking to Skye.