AUTHOR'S NOTE

This story is a sequel to 'Inevitable', and if you have not already read that story, then i suggest that you do, by clicking onto my profile and choosing the story from my list.

I hope that you enjoy the story, and i am sorry in advance if this isn't up to my usual standard (i have been out of inspiration). Please feel to make a comment at anytime, or drop me message, i am always happy to talk to you guys and i love reading reviews!

Thank you for taking the time out to read this and as always,

Happy reading!

Love,

Lucyxx

ONE YEAR LATER

"Come on Dan, you're making us late, again." "I'm coming, give me two minutes!" I shout back, struggling to perfect my hair. I flick the few last pieces, that seem to refuse to stay in place. I sigh and give up, tossing the straighteners on the bed.

I walk out and see Phil standing by the door, looking down at his phone. "Sorry." I say, putting on my shoes and jacket, as we head out for a meeting with the BBC, about our radio show.

We end up running into the studios and i know that Phil will be upset with me later on. We just about make it, in to the meeting room as our producer is. "Dan, Phil. Running late were you?" "No, not us." I joke, trying to make Phil relax a little. "Good, well let's get down to business, take a seat boys." She says, as we all sit round a table. "First of all, congratulations on making your show world wide, and maintaining a large audience, week in, week out. It proves that giving you guys a show, has been a massive pay off, so well done!"

I look at Phil, who can't help but smile at me. "So, now we're coming to the end of the year, we would like to offer you another 12 months contract, but this time with a bigger budget, more competitions and celebrity guests. So, what you think?" "Yes! That sounds great, doesn't it?" Phil says, "Yes, defiantly. We don't have plans, or really want to stop doing the show." "Great, well i will post you two the contract later on and we can meet up some time next month to discuss the plans exactly with our researchers, so have a think of who you would like to appear on the show." "Of course, we will do. Thank you." Phil says, beaming from ear to ear.

"I have to dash now, but keep up the good work and i will talk to you later." "Ok, thank you." We both say at the same time, standing up.

"There, see i told you that we wouldn't be late." I say as we walk out of the building, zipping up our coats, from the sudden hit of chill. "Ok, but you need to stop leaving it to the last minute to get ready Dan, you know that it stresses me out." "Ok, i know. Still, great news about the show. Who do you want to come on?" "It would be great to have some more bands on, we could get everyone to vote on who they want!" "Yes, that's a good idea. So shall we go out for dinner?" "Ok...Chinese?" He suggests, looking round for inspiration. "Sounds good." I say and we start walking over to our usual restaurant, where we go way too often.

When we arrive, we go and sit at our normal table, near the back of the restaurant and make our orders. "So, i thought that as a mini competition we could give away signed CDs from the people who come on our show." Phil says, taking a long gulp from his drink. "Yeah, and get them to do funny stuff, like when we were at the..." But then i stop mid-sentence, because the one person who i have been constantly thinking about, but who i shouldn't be, has just walked in.

Phil looks puzzled at me, but then he looks over my shoulder and he must have seen her because his eyes widen. I look back, nervously, at him, scared about what to do. The year had gone slow, and had been painfully lonely without her. I hadn't spent a single second not beating up myself, for what i did to her.

But here she was, taking me completely by surprise, just walking into the room made all my old feelings come rushing back. She hadn't changed much, still had her long brown hair, sweeping around her shoulders, her little freckles dotted round her nose and her smile. Her gorgeously, bright, warming smile, that always made me feel at home, no matter how bad i felt. Wearing a red dress that i remember her buying with me one day and her little boots that i once stole and tried to put on to make her laugh.

She sits down, not too far away from us, and a man sits down next to her. My heart sinks, but i tell myself that she wouldn't even talk to me. "Do you want to go?" Phil asks worriedly, "No, it's fine. I don't think that she has seen me."

We try to talk about something else, but it's a huge elephant in the room. I feel it burning a hole in my heart, knowing that Emily is in the same room as me is nearly too much for me.

Phil leaves to go to the toilet and i dare look round and see her, looking over at me. No, she wouldn't be looking at me, not after how she left things. But she looks down quickly anyway and i can even see her cheeks turn red.

Something inside me suddenly shouts to me, saying to go over and talk to her. And i almost do, if it wasn't for the fact that the man who she is with has just gotten down on one knee in front of her, and has just pulled out a ring.