Where the fuck is Hadley? Even if he is pissed off at me, surely he'd say something, or come back to get something from the apartment or... something. When it gets to about three in the afternoon, I can't hold back the need to call him and ask him what he's doing. Why hadn't I called before? Well, who wants someone they might not want to talk to calling them?
"Hadley?" I ask when he picks up the phone.
"Um, no, this is Mark," an unfamiliar voice replies.
"Well, he's the owner of this phone for a start," I growl, unimpressed with him not just giving me a straight answer.
"Oh right. Guess he must've dropped it, then," he tells me and I sigh inwardly.
"Where did you find it?"
"On a table in Starbucks. Want me to hand it in or something?"
"I... I can pick it up from you, if that's less effort."
"Sure, whatever you want."
"Uh, I'll meet you in Starbucks to pick it up then," I mutter. Never know, maybe Hadley might remember he left it there and go look for it.
"'Kay," he says and I hang up, heading over to the coffee shop. When I get there, I realise I actually haven't got a clue who I should be looking for and as I walk inside, I look around kinda aimlessly, hoping that somehow I might spot him.
Apparently, he's more observant than I am. "You the phone guy?" a man sat at a table nearby asks. I nod. He looks kinda relieved at that, "Finally. I've been getting some weird looks for asking everyone that." Okay, so maybe he's not more observant than I am, but whatever. He hands me the phone with a slight smile and I just pocket it. "What's eating you?" he asks when I don't look any happier to have it back. I don't even bother to return his smile.
"It's my fiancé's phone, but I can't seem to find the fiancé that's s'posed to be attached to it," I mutter.
"Sorry to hear it."
"Sure. Well, I'm gonna go back to panicking that he's left me for someone else. See ya." I turn to walk off, but the stranger speaks again.
"You need something to take your mind off it."
"Like what?" I ask, not turning back around.
"Go see a movie? Hang out with your friends or something?" I don't say anything. How can I sit and watch a movie with Alex when I don't even know where my own fiancé is? He gets up and sort of pats me on the back, "Good luck finding him, anyway." I mumble a quiet ‘thanks' and watch dumbly as he smiles and walks away. Well I have his phone, but I'm no closer to finding out where Hadley is, or why he went in the first place.
I follow my feet out of Starbucks and after a quick visit to a drugstore to pick up some more codeine, I find myself wandering in the direction of John's place. It's a longer walk than I imagined, but it's probably not exactly doing any harm. Well... I say it's not doing any harm, but it has left me alone with my thoughts for a long time.
So by the time I'm knocking on John's door, I probably look like I'm ready to jump off a bridge. After a couple of minutes, he answers the door, just as I'm about to leave, thinking he's not in.
"Oh, hey, Maxxie," he says with a tiny smile.
"Hi," I mutter, not even bothering to try and smile. He arches an eyebrow at me slightly.
"I think... I think Hadley's left me," I mumble quietly.
"What?" he asks, shocked.
"I don't know. All I know is, it's probably not the best idea to be sat at home, panicking with a box of painkillers and a bottle of vodka somewhere in the apartment."
"D'you want to come in?" I kind of nod. I would hardly have walked all the way here just to tell you that and then go, would I? He stands aside to let me in, "I've just got to go check on Beau." I shuffle over to the sofa and curl up on it, saying nothing, though I should probably be glad for him that Mari's let him see Beau again. He goes off to check on her and once he's done doing that, he comes back and sits with me. It's pretty obvious he doesn't know what to do, so I close my eyes, considering just going to sleep and hoping that Hadley will come back tomorrow.
I feel John's arms slip around me as he hugs me a little. "Don't let me stop you from enjoying your time with Beau," I say quietly. I should've just gone to see Alex and put up with the ginger one being annoying and nosy. John chuckles.
"She's napping right now. You've got my undivided attention for the next half hour."
I open my eyes and he smiles.
"I don't know where he is."
"He'll turn up."
"Not if he's left me, he won't," I sniffle, trying desperately to hold back the tears that have been building up all day. He hugs me a little bit more.
"What makes you think he's left you?"
"I proposed to him a few days ago, but last night, he took his ring off while I was asleep and went out. I've not seen him since." And I don't even know why. Neither of us say anything. To be honest, I don't think John knows what to say anyways. I don't blame him, either. I wouldn't know what to say, if it was the other way round.
After a while, he speaks up again, "He wouldn't have left you. If he was going to, he would've waited for you to wake up and given you a decent reason why." Yeah, that's what I thought too.