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metulji - jan peteh

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She was a nobody. He was Jan Peteh. Meeting a potential love interest on a Liverpudlian night out was not Lilia's plan. Neither was smashing into him with a piña colada. Join Lilia as she tries to cope with the metulji within her - the butterflies t...

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Primark

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by barveoceana

After I'd chosen some more outfits to buy, Jan suddenly robbed of his words, I lead us over to the accessories section. 'Time for me to choose something for you.'

I knew exactly what I was looking for - sunglasses. Yes, it was cold in Britain, but who didn't look cooler without sunglasses?

'Glasses? Seriously?' he asked me, stopping walking to place his hands on his hips like a true Balkan dad. Although he didn't look too impressed right now, I assured myself that he would warm to the idea once I found the right pair. I shuffled through the racks, intently staring at each one before deciding that they weren't the best fit.

'These?' I asked, holding up a pair of comical clout-goggles studded with diamantés around the edges. Taking them from me, he placed them onto his face. I nodded, so he walked up to the nearest mirror, where he almost retched and immediately ran back to me.

'Awful. Second option?' he questioned, taking them off and pressing them firmly back into my open palm, a definite rejection. I didn't want to tell him that I had been joking - his current expression was too fun for me to spoil, so I said nothing and went back to the search.

It only took a few minutes of venturing around the aisle for me to pull out what I instantly knew was the perfect fit for Jan. Bright red cat-eyes with deep orange lenses, sharp and bold.

'These.' I handed them over to him. Despite looking slightly taken aback at first, he shrugged his doubts off and tried them on anyway.

'You look kissable.' I dared.

'I'm already kissable, darling.' He did a little spin and then moved them slightly down his nose to drop me a quick wink. Luckily, by the time my cheeks had responded to his comment and were turning hot, he was already parading over to the mirror again, with much more swagger than ever before. He took a few seconds, adjusting them, before coming back over to me and looking significantly happier than he had with the other pair.

'Perfect.'

~o~

Although the queue was long, we eventually escaped Primark and ended up back on the streets. Despite the wind, which was amplified due to our close proximity to water, Jan's sunglasses were still on his face - he'd only taken them off once so far, and that was so I could pay for them.

'I'll be wearing these at the next gig.' he had told me as the cashier checked us out.

'Really? I didn't think you liked them that much.' I laughed, noticing the sudden smile on his face.

'I want you to be there; if you aren't, these will remind me.'

'Won't the fans want you to wear theirs?' I questioned, knowing that, at most of the gigs I'd been to, gifting had mainly consisted of hats, bracelets, sunglasses. Or some slightly more questionable things.

The way he looked at me told me that I mattered more than any supporter. 'Someone else can wear them - these are mine. Ours.'

'Pre-shoot drinks?' he asked, despite already knowing my answer. I shot him a glare in response, and he sheepishly looked down at his feet, before searching for the nearest bar. Once he'd seen one, he took my hand and lead me inside.

It was barely 3PM - hence the place was pretty dead, with only a few people dotted around the tables.

'Why don't you change in the bathroom?' Jan asked. 'That way, we won't have to go back to the apartment.'

'Good idea.' I replied, picking up the Primark bag and heading towards the toilet. Of course, it wasn't ideal - I'd much prefer not having to get changed inside a cubicle - but, if that meant that we didn't have to see the boys before the band shoot, then it was the better idea. I knew it would save us about half an hour, and that meant more time with Jan.

Thankfully, there was nobody actually inside the bathroom. To give myself more space, I guiltily went into the disabled toilet, setting down the bag on the floor and pulling the top out of it. It was strangely coincidental, how I would have probably chosen this for myself. Maybe Jan knew me better than I thought.

Once I had finished changing, I headed towards the mirror by the sink, checking how I looked. Once I was satisfied that I had pulled the piece of clothing into the right place, ensuring that it covered up my bra and didn't wrinkle around my arms, I retrieved the bag and left the toilet, sauntering over to where Jan was sat.

'Wow.' was all he had to say as I sat down. I could feel my cheeks burning with red as he refused to take his eyes off me. 'And what can I get for the lady?' he asked, still completely distracted by the new look.

'Just a Malibu and Coke, please.' There was something between me and coconut that may have even been stronger than what was between me and Jan, however difficult that was.

I pulled my phone from my pocket when he left for the bar, checking my messages with haste. Exactly as I had expected, messages from both Mum and Dad covered my phone, each in very different tones.

Mum 💞

13:46

Lilia, I think what you are doing is very irresponsible. Your father is not happy with your behaviour. Nontheless, you would be appreciated back home.

14:57

Please stop posting on your Instagram and ignoring me. Call me when you can.

Dad's messages were more frantic and frequent, dating back to last night, and the last one only sent a few minutes ago.

Dad