Immidiatly I hate myself for searching  Tally's face for all the flaws imaginable. And I hate myself even more when I can't find any.

She's flipping gorgeous.  Her long golden blonde hair is curled effortlessly, and she hardly looks as if she's wearing any makeup.

She's got an amazing body, with big boobs, thin waist, and round hips. We're about the same height and actually nearly wearing the same outfit with a white jean skirt and a smocked top. Her's is blue while mine is green.

"Oh my days, this is the Murry?" She asks glancing to Ollie then smiles a perfect lumineer smile at me.

I laugh nervously and want to turn on my heel and run.

"The one and only." Ollie adds pressing the bottle of beer to his lips.

"You're in London early? I thought you arrived in June?" Tally asks holding her eyes to mine, intrigued as to why I am here early.

"Um, well...change of plans I guess." I bite onto my lip ignoring the images of my dad bending his assistant over his office desk and ramming her into next year.

"Shit, girl. I know you like your plans." Tally giggles and glances to Ollie who smirks. "Are you here until September?"

"I think so." How is it she knows everything? I give a quick glance to Ollie knowing she knows practically everything about me probably because of him. "If everything goes to plan." I add knowing I may be coming off slightly standoffish.

"And what do these new plans entail, Murry?" Ollie gives me a mischevious cock of his dark eye brow. He's wearing a crisp black hat worn low on his head, a matching black shirt and dark blue jeans. Every bit of him would lure me right back into his arms If I wasn't careful.

"Still figuring it out, Ollie." I quip back quickly knowing all three girls and Ollie himself just caught me basically undressing him with my drunk eyes.

"It'll be next year before this one figures anything out." Ollie mutters under his breath but all four of us hear it.

This jerk thinks he is so funny.

"A girl is allowed to weigh her options, Oliver."

His attention is snapped instantly to me and one of the girls giggles under her breath while a little spark of confidence crests inside.

"Options?" Ollie repeats probably astonished at my quick retort and by what I've eluded to.

Okay, so I just wanted to rub his nose in it a little. It's not like I have actual options. Jeremy as an option is a big fat no for me, and I'm still considering Ollie...I've decided as a newly single woman that I choose the third option. Myself.

I, myself, is the best candidate. I'm smart, I think I'm funny, I'm patient and mostly kind to myself. And I'd never lie or cheat on myself.

"Well, it was nice to meet you all." I smile and excuse myself heading back towards our large group but let out a loud sigh when a hand grabs my elbow.

"Ollie, I don't want to-" When I turn a complete random stranger stands there gleaming at me. He's incredibly attractive. Dark skin, dark short hair that fades at the sides, and the lightest color of pale green eyes I've ever seen.

"Sorry it's rather rude of me to grab you like this, but I needed to introduce myself." Mr. Pretty Eyes drops my arm apologetically and focuses intently on me.

"Oh," I laugh nervously unable to look at this guys pretty eyes for too long, "Okay, I'm Muriel."

"Muriel, that's pretty. I'm Eric. And usually I have much bigger balls but I just couldn't tell if you and the football player were an item."

I laugh completely confused, Ollie isn't a football player? I'm surprised he doesn't know who he is? Eric smiles wide his eyes twinkling under the dim light, "So that's a No, yeah?"

"Umm, I actually just got out of a long term relationship." I say feeling jittery and nervous and unsure why I just admitted this information.

"Well then, looks like it's my lucky day." He says then takes notice of my empty glass, "What are you drinking? I'd love to buy-."

"She's all set, mate." Ty appears suddenly the heaviness of his arm returning to the tilop of my shoulders.

Why is he so clingy and, "Hang on, Eric and I were talking, Ty."

Eric narrows his eyes looking slightly confused.

"I can get you your drinks, it isn't a worry, Mur."

"Now, now, she doesn't need you speaking for her, mate."

Oh my goodness...what is happening?

"Eric, it's fine-." I say trying to simmer down the sudden tension surrounding the three of us.

"Is there a problem here?" Ollie appears out of thin air standing inches from my back.

"Nah, none at all. Right Mur?" Ty keeps his eyes trained onto poor Eric who now has his pale eyes trained onto Ollie.

"No, shit. Ollie Thomas? We're good bruv'. Just making sure Muriel here is alright with having this dickhead speak for her." Eric grits out but holds face and remains calm with a relaxed smile.

"This dickhead is my brother, bruv." Ollie keeps from returning the smile and I literally want to shrivel up into a speck because this so humiliating.

Ty replaces his arm around my shoulders to prove a point but I turn and glare at the side of his face, "What is with this, Ty?"

"Relax, Mur." Ty speaks quickly to me then returns his attention to Ollie and Eric.

I'm suddenly incredibly agitated with Ty. I've never been angry with Ty, not ever but he's totally brushing me off and this clingy-arm-thing is making me feel like he's been doing it to intentionally mark his territory.

"Hold on, since when are you territorial over me?" I ask narrowing my eyes to slits glaring up at Ty who brows lift high unexpecting me to call him out.

Then my drunk mind starts putting two and two together. Tyson would never be territorial over me unless his lovely big brother asked him to.

Oh, this...this...mother-flunker', "Really? Oliver?"

"What?" Ollie ignores whatever Eric has just said and looks at me like he's all innocent in this.

"I think you should go find Tally. I don't need looking after." I say to Ollie then turn to Ty, "Shame on you, Tyson." I then speak to Eric because he needs an apology for these Manor jerks, "I'm sorry, for my friends, Eric. It was nice to meet you."

I gain some clarity in the crowded bathroom firstly waiting in the short line then hanging out taking my time in the stall. As I stand in the stall I click through my phone pictures and find myself staring at the recent photo of Ollie and I at the White Lion.

I look genuinely happy...

My eyes are hazy but twinkling while my smile is large. And Ollie looks as if he's in the middle of laughing with his face half smashed against mine from my pressing hand.

Why is my life suddenly so difficult?

It was so easy in Cornwall, well it would have been if I wasn't fighting it half the time or I wasn't second guessing myself the other half the time. Nothing about that short time was forced or...fake. I genuinely was myself and enjoyed my time.

"What is wrong with me." I moan out holding the edge of the phone to my forehead.

"Nothing! You are a boss-woman Queen!" A voice calls from a nearby stall causing me to chuckle.

The rooting voice gives me another spark of confidence I needed to force myself to face this. I know it's not an ideal time while I'm drunk and we're at a pub but I need to get this figured out, what ever this is.

I take a calming breath and head out of the bathroom stall. I snake my way through the tight crowds until I get back to the center of the rowdy bunch and keep my drunk eyes peeled for Oliver.

Then I spot him.

With his face burried in Tally's neck while she's laughing her cute little face off.
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Sorry Murry!

Bad timing!

You know, I'm still team Ollie. Even after this lol

What about you guy's ?