every few seconds. Much to my irritation there's nothing from Nick.
This is what irks me so much, the amount of time wasted on thinking about will he or won't he. It takes over. I'm sure men don't do this. It's clear Nick isn't sitting this morning thinking about me.
The morning silence is broken by the sound of footsteps from the hall. Heavy steps from the owner of last night's boots, then the door slams.
Tara appears round the door. "Jeez, I'm dying!" Sure enough, she looks a mess. "Did you see him?"
I shake my head.
"He was feckin' gorgeous!"
"Note the use of past tense," I point out, in good humour.
Tara laughs as she rummages in the cupboard. "Are there any more co-codamol? I'm hanging."
"C'mon Tara, we're going to that gig tonight with Adam and his mates," I remind her. "I'm looking forward to us having a night out. Cody will knock you out. Take it easy, will ya?"
She's already popping them from the pack. "I'll be grand. I'll go back to bed and I'll be right as rain for later. Can I borrow that blue top for tonight? I haven't a thing clean."
She's true to her word. I don't see her again until evening when she finally surfaces. The apartment comes to life again with the sound of Beyonce on the stereo and our chatter as we get ready for a night on the tiles.
"Got any liquid eyeliner, babe?" Tara shouts through the wall.
I'm just putting the finishing touches to my own makeup and I check the results of my attempt at smoky eyes in the mirror. Not bad. I spritz some spray on my hair and scrunch it up for a messier look. I'm channelling my inner rock chick tonight in tight black jeans (rescued from Tara's floor), an off the shoulder top and high black ankle boots.
I wonder if Nick would like my outfit, and push the thought from my mind. I've not heard a thing from him all day. I have a sinking feeling in my stomach every time I think of him, which is a lot. How foolish of me for expecting him to get in touch today.
It was only a kiss, no big deal.
"Wow, you look HOT, baby!!" Tara gives a whoop as she walks in to my room. She's clearly back on form. I wonder how much codeine she's had.
Tara looks stunning, as usual. My blue top accentuates her pert breasts and slim waist. Her zany blue and purple eye shadow co-ordinates perfectly with the blue tips of her hair. The tiniest of denim mini skirts showcases Tara's perfect pins and her knee boots scream "Fuck me" from the rooftops.
"Hey, you're not so bad yourself, hon," I compliment her. On anyone else the outfit would look downright tarty, but Tara has the chutzpah to own it.
"I know, sex on legs, me. Mwah!" Tara blows me a kiss. She grabs my makeup bag from the dresser. "Must be wine o'clock, babe," Tara comments, looking up as she starts rummaging. I'm thinking exactly the same thing.
Making my way into the kitchen, I ignore the urge to check my phone which is sitting on the table. I open a bottle of chilled wine and pour us a large glass each.
"Tara, I'll warn you now - I intend to get very drunk tonight." I smile grimly, handing Tara a wine glass. I still haven't had a chance to update her properly on the latest with Nick, but it can keep till later.
She laughs. "Yay, Hols. I love you when you're drunk! You should let your lovely hair down more. To us!"
We clink our glasses together and start necking the wine. As we sing along to a rousing Queen Bee chorus, the first bottle of wine is soon empty and we open another. "Any Pringles?" asks Tara, and a green tube is duly produced from the stash in the cupboard. "So classy," she murmurs, pouting and touching the side of her lips, and we roar with laughter as we crunch. By the time the cab arrives, we are both decidedly merry and I've almost forgotten about Nick.
When we arrive at the gig, Adam is there with his beardy room mate. Oh no. Double date? We kiss the guys hello but inwardly I'm groaning. Trying to catch Tara's eye is hopeless, she's already looking around to check out who else is here.
"Drink,