I sat, completely alone, in the hotel lobby playing with my room key, waiting for someone to join me. Why was it that I was always the one left looking like a loner when we went on holiday? Last time I had been the fifth wheel to both Harry and Aimee, and Louise and Silas. This time, not a lot seemed to have changed. Louise and Silas were having issues and Harry and Aimee seemed to be hiding something I just couldn't put my finger on what it was exactly.
If I hadn't had Ian with me I think I might have gone mad with frustration and boredom at being left out of things, again. Why must everyone else have the drama and I'm left being the one holding everything together? Couldn't I be the leading lady for once?
My heart lifted as the elevator doors opened and Ian walked out, dressed in a fresh shirt and jeans. I gave him a wave and he smiled back, heading straight towards me. He gave me a quick kiss before taking the seat next to me.
"No one else turned up yet?" He asked carefully.
"Only you," I replied. "I don't know why I expected them all to be on time, they never are."
"They'll turn up," Ian said encouragingly, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. "They know you'll have planned something really great for them to do today so they'll be here. They're your friends, they're not going to leave you sitting here on your own."
"I'm not sure," I mumbled. "There's a lot of things going on behind closed doors that no one is telling me about. Normally I wouldn't mind but when it means that I have hardly seen my friends since we got here, I'd like to know what it is that's keeping me from spending what little time I have with them."
For some strange reason I could feel tears beginning to well up in my eyes, blurring my vision. I sniffed loudly and tried to blink them away but that only made things words.
"Come here," Ian said, pulling me across the arms of our chairs so my head was resting against his chest and his arms were wrapped tightly around me. We both knew he didn't need to say anything. He kissed the top of my head and held me tightly as I fought in vain to hold back the tears.
"I'm sorry," I sniffed. "Must be that time again."
"It's alright," he replied. "Just let it out."
"But everyone's looking."
"It doesn't matter. Do you want to go up to the room? I can wait down here for the others if you like."
"No, it's fine. I'll stay." I sat up properly, wiping the tears from my cheeks and pulling myself together. "Good thing I wore waterproof mascara this morning," I said lightheartedly. Ian smiled knowingly and pushed a few strands of hair back off my face. "So when do you think they'll arrive?"