Cecelia Ahern - P.S. I Love You

Holly dragged her bag behind her over the cobblestones and was suddenly jerked forward and sent flying as someone tripped over her luggage.

“Sorry,” she heard a singsong voice say and she looked back angrily to see who had almost caused her to break her neck. She watched the tall blonde as her hips went boom-boom heading toward the hotel. Holly frowned, that walk was familiar. She knew she knew it from somewhere but . . . uh-oh!

Laura.

Oh no, she thought, panicking, Tom and Denise had invited Laura after all! She had to find Daniel quickly so that she could warn him. He would be disgusted to find out she had received an invite. And then if the moment was right she would finish off that chat with him. If he still wanted to hear from her; after all, it had been almost a month since she had last spoken to him.

She crossed her fingers tightly behind her back and rushed toward the reception area.

She was greeted with mayhem.

The reception area was crowded with angry people and luggage. Denise's voice was instantly recognizable above all the noise.

“Look, I don't care if you've made a mistake! Fix it! I booked fifty rooms months ago for my wedding guests! Did you hear me? My wedding! Now I am not sending ten of them to some crappy B&B down the road. Sort it out!”

A very startled-looking receptionist gulped and nodded wildly and tried to explain the situation.

Denise held her hand up in his face. “I don't want to hear any more excuses! Just get ten more rooms for my guests!”

Holly spotted Tom looking perplexed, and she headed over to him.

“Tom!” she beat her way through the crowd.

“Hi Holly,” he said, looking very distracted.

“What room is Daniel in?” she asked quickly.

“Daniel?” he asked, looking confused.

“Yes, Daniel! The best man . . . I mean, your best man,” she corrected herself.

“Oh, I don't know, Holly,” he said, turning away to grab a member of the hotel staff.

Holly jumped to face him, blocking his view of the staff member. “Tom, I really need to know!”

she panicked.

“Look, Holly, I really don't know; ask Denise,” he mumbled, and he ran off down the corridor chasing the hotel staff member.

Holly looked at Denise and gulped. Denise looked possessed, and she had no intention of asking her in that mood. She queued in line behind all the other guests and twenty minutes later and a few sneaky moves to skip the queue, she reached the top.

“Hi, I was wondering if you could tell me what room Daniel Connelly is in, please,” she asked quickly.

The receptionist shook his head. “I'm sorry, we can't give out guests' room numbers.”

Holly rolled her eyes. “Look, I'm a friend of his,” she explained and smiled sweetly.

The man smiled politely and shook his head again. “I'm sorry, but it's against hotel policy to–”

“Listen!” she yelled and even Denise shut up screaming from beside her. “It's very important that you tell me!”

The man gulped and shook his head slowly, apparently too afraid to open his mouth. Finally he said, “I'm sorry but–”

“Aaaaaggghhh!” Holly screamed with frustration, interrupting him again.

“Holly,” Denise said, gently placing her hand on Holly's arm, “what's wrong?”

“I need to know what room Daniel is staying in!” she yelled, and Denise looked startled.

“It's room three forty-two,” she stuttered.

“Thank you!” Holly yelled angrily, not knowing why she was still screaming, and she stormed off in the direction of the elevators.

Holly rushed down the corridor dragging her bag behind her and checking the door numbers.

When she reached his room she knocked furiously on the door, and as she heard footsteps approaching the door she realized she hadn't even thought about what she was going to say. She took a deep breath as the door was pulled open.

She stopped breathing.

It was Laura.

“Honey, who is it?” she heard Daniel's voice call. Holly saw him walk out of the bathroom with a tiny towel wrapped around his naked body.

“You!” Laura screeched.

Fifty-one

HOLLY STOOD OUTSIDE DANIEL'S BEDROOM door and glanced from Laura to Daniel and back to Laura again. She gathered from their seminakedness that Daniel had already known Laura was coming to the wedding. She also assumed that he hadn't informed Denise or Tom either, as they hadn't been able to warn Holly. But even if they had known, they wouldn't have considered it important to tell her. Holly hadn't shared what Daniel had told her before Christmas with any of her friends. As Holly stared into the hotel room, she realized this meant that she had absolutely no reason to be standing where she was right then.

Daniel hung on to his tiny towel tightly, glued to the spot, his face a picture of shock. Laura's face was stormy. Holly's mouth had dropped open. Nobody spoke for a while. Holly could almost hear everybody's brains ticking. Then eventually someone spoke and Holly wished it hadn't been that particular person. “What are you doing here?” Laura hissed.

Holly's mouth opened and closed like a goldfish's. Daniel's forehead wrinkled in confusion as he stared from one girl to the other. “Do you two . . .” He stopped asking the question as if the idea were totally ridiculous, but then thought about it and decided to ask anyway, “Do you two know each other?”

Holly gulped.

“Ha!” Laura's face twisted in contempt. “She is no friend of mine! I caught this little bitch kissing my boyfriend!” Laura yelled and then stopped herself as she realized what she had said.

“Your boyfriend? ” Daniel yelled, crossing the room to join them at the door.

“Sorry . . . ex-boyfriend,” Laura mumbled, staring at the floor.

A small smile crept across Holly's face, glad that Laura had dumped herself in it.

“Yeah, Stevie, wasn't it? A good friend of Daniel's, if I remember correctly.”

Daniel's face reddened as he looked at them both, seeming completely lost. Laura stared back at Daniel, angrily wondering how this woman knew her boyfriend . . . her current boyfriend, that was.

“Daniel's a good friend of mine,” Holly explained, crossing her arms over her chest.

“So have you come to steal him from me too?” Laura said bitterly.

“Oh please, like you're one to talk,” she fired at Laura and her face reddened.

“You kissed Stevie?” Daniel said, slowly getting the gist of the story. He looked angry.

“No, I did not kiss Stevie.” Holly rolled her eyes.

“You did too!” Laura yelled childishly.

“Oh, would you ever shut up?” She looked at Laura and laughed. “What does it matter to you anyway? I take it you're back with Daniel, so it looks like everything worked out for you in the end!” Holly then turned to Daniel.

“No, Daniel,” Holly continued. “I did not kiss Stevie. We were down in Galway for Denise's hen weekend and Stevie was drunk and tried to kiss me,” she explained calmly.

“Oh, you're such a liar,” Laura said bitterly, “I saw what happened.”

“And so did Charlie.” Holly ignored Laura and continued to face Daniel. “So ask him if you don't believe me, but if you don't believe me I really don't care either,” she added. “Anyway, I came to have that chat with you but you're obviously busy.” She glanced down at the skimpy towel wrapped around his waist. “So I'll see you both later at the wedding.” And with that she turned on her heel and marched off down the corridor dragging her suitcase behind her. She glanced back at Daniel, who was still staring at her from his door, and she turned her head and turned the corner. She froze when she realized she had reached a dead end. The elevators were the other way. She kept on walking to the end of the corridor so she wouldn't look completely stupid for walking past their door again. She waited at the end of the corridor for a while until she heard the door close. She tiptoed back up the hall, rounded the corner and sneaked past his bedroom door and rushed down to the elevator.