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2 years later

"CHARLIE HURRY UP." I heard Grace shout from the kitchen,

"I'm coming I'm coming!" I pulled up my black jeans that were so old they weren't even black anymore, they were grey. I finished doing my lipstick and then Grace and I set off.

"Where exactly are we going?" I asked Grace,

"Wherever you want Charlotte,"

"Towers?" I asked. Grace smiled. The Towers pub had been are regular since we were 18, we hadn't changed it. We saw no need too.

The pub was crowded, as per usual on a Saturday night. There was a live band playing in the hope that one day they'd make it big and who knows, maybe they would. I pushed my way through the crowd, stepping on numerous people's toes, and elbowing many many people. I sat at a table while Grace got our drinks as usual.

"Here you go madam," Grace said placing my corona on the table.

"Thank you my dear. Is jack coming to meet us?" I asked,

"Yes, here he is now." Grace shot up from the table and ran over to him. Jack was Grace's boyfriend, they had only just started seeing each other but she was already head over heels, I liked him. He was a cool guy.After a while I got kind of sick of hanging around the both of them, there love made me sick in my cynical ways. So I went outside for a cigarette. It was such a nice night, you could actually see stars and in London, that was a miracle in itself. I decided to take a walk rather than stand by all the other smokers and force conversation. I walked further and further away from the pub, I hadn't realised how cold it was and had failed to bring a jacket, as I always did. I took out the cigarette and put it between my teeth. I searched for my lighter in my bag and as I looked down I collided with someone dropping my bag and all the contents in it on the floor,

"I'm so sorry," the stranger said.

"It's fine, don't worry," I replied whilst picking up the contents of my bag. The cigarette had also fallen out of my mouth and on to the floor,

"Shit," I whispered. The stranger stood up and stood in front of me. I did the same after picking up all my things from the floor. My heart stopped when I realised who the stranger was. His mess of black of black curls were still there, the black jeans with the same rips, the already lit cigarette in his mouth. He smiled, the Matty smile that broke hearts. He took a cigarette out of his packet and passed it too me, I took it without saying anything. He handed me his lighter. He took a drag himself from his cigarette and blew the smoke into the air,

"I distinctly remember making a deal with you Charlotte,"

"And what was that Matthew?" I asked,

"That if we met out of complete coincidence, that you'd be forced to give me your number?" He said. We smiled at each other and everything felt right.