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I gently rested my head on Richard’s shoulder. Last night had gone perfectly. I’d completely forgotten about the little hiccup before we went out. Richard had been charming all night and, even better, Oliver seemed to have finally realised when to shut up. I felt as though I was really getting close to Richard now. I wanted today to last forever; I didn’t want to go home this afternoon.
I opened my eyes and lifted my head off Richard’s shoulder. Looking up at him, he smiled at me as I smiled back. I couldn’t help but let a small giggle escape from my mouth. Without taking the grin off his face, Richard took hold of my hand as I shuffled closer to him on the sofa.
“Jesus Christ...” Oliver’s annoying voice moaned, interrupting our moment. “Can we go now? You can carry on with your perfect, little corny world outside.”
I turned to him and glared. We were in Topshop at the moment, sitting on the sofas outside the changing rooms. We weren’t waiting for anyone, we were just having a sit down for ten minutes.
I remained glaring at Oliver who was sat on the small chair opposite Richard and I. Unsurprisingly, Oliver was dressed like some kind of tramp. I was really going to have to mention a staff uniform to my father. After Oliver had finished speaking,I heard Richard mutter something rather rude under his breath before standing up.
“Look, kid,” he said sternly, “we go when Victoria and I say so. You have a serious attitude problem and you have to be the most irritating person I have ever met. You need to know when to shut your stupid mouth because half of the time, I can't even understand what you're saying.” He lowered his tone into a hushed whisper as he bent down slightly so that his face was right in front of Oliver's. “You act like a five year old and you have the intelligence of one too.”
Turning away from Oliver, Richard grabbed my hand and I stood up. He gave Oliver one last glare before turning around and stomping towards the entrance of the shop.
There was an uncomfortable silence as we walked down the high street; it wasn’t hard to tell that Richard wasn’t in the best of moods. What he'd said to Oliver had surprised me. Admittedly, I agreed with most of the things that he said, but it was rather rude to say those things out loud, especially to Oliver himself. I may have often done so myself, but Oliver was my employee. Richard, on the other hand, had nothing to do with him. I wasn't sure if that really gave him the right to boss Oliver around.
As we continued trudging along the pavement, I wondered if I’d done something to upset him. Maybe he was still angry with me after last night? I shook the thought out of my head and noticed a familiar black car at the end of the street. Taking my phone out of my pocket, I noticed that it was already three o’ clock.
We were due home by six and, to be honest, I wasn’t in the mood for going home. Nearing the car, I could hear Oliver dragging his feet behind Richard and I, holding the bags of clothes that I had bought. I hadn’t bought much; only a few dresses and shoes really.
“Richard?” I turned to him nervously, “are you okay? It’s just that you seem a bit upset today. If it’s about last night, I’m really sorry. I didn’t think it would upset you so much.”
“No, it’s fine.” He replied rather blankly. “Don’t worry about it.”
Richard’s answer didn’t convince me the slightest. He didn’t seem very sure of his answer and he didn’t even look at me when he was speaking. I sighed heavily as we reached the car.
On the way back to the hotel, Richard didn’t say a word to me. His eyes were constantly fixated onto the screen of his mobile phone. Oliver didn’t say anything either. He just did exactly what he did on the way to Reading; stared outside the window. I couldn’t believe it, but for the first time ever, I actually wanted him to speak. The silence in the car was causing my palms to sweat and causing me to bite my lip ever few minutes.
*****
It was half past six when we arrived back in London. My two days in Reading had flown past without me even realising. Richard still hadn’t said anything to me since leaving the hotel. I was in my room now, sitting on my bed as I watched Oliver unpack my clothes. He was supposed to have been the one packing them for the trip, not Ella. Considering he’d turned up late, she had to do it.
As I fiddled with my hair, there was an awkward silence in the room. It was exactly the same as the silence in the car on the way home; horrible. I let my eyes wonder anywhere except for Oliver’s face. I was staring at my floral curtains for so long, it felt as though my eyes were beginning to spin around.
Oliver had been unpacking my stuff for fifteen minutes or so when I noticed someone standing in the doorway. Looking up, my eyes widened. Richard was standing there, just like he had been the morning we left for Reading. Except, this time, he wasn’t smiling. It was like deja vu, but everything was turned on its head.
“I’m going now,” he said simply.
“Look, I’m really sorry for whatever I did. Please don’t be angry with me.” The words left my mouth before I even realised that I’d said them. “I’m sorry...”
Staring at Richard, I waited for him to start shouting at me, telling me that sorry wasn’t good enough. When he sighed and grew a faint smile on his face, I became utterly confused, but slightly hopeful.
Richard sauntered towards me, his hands in his black trouser pockets. I couldn’t help but notice Oliver watching him in the corner of his eyes, like he often did. That boy had a serious issue with staring.
“It’s okay, Victoria.” Richard smiled, sitting down on the bed next to me. “I forgive you, okay?”
I was so glad to hear the words coming out of his mouth. I thought that I’d destroyed any chances that I had of being with him. Maybe I hadn't messed up that badly, after all.
“Thank you so much! I promise I won’t let it happen again.” I didn’t try to hide the happiness in my voice. “I really am sorry, Richard.”
It was like the scene before we went out for dinner in Reading all over again. Richard leant into me as our lips touched. It was even better than last time though. As we kissed, I felt his warm hand run through my long, brown hair. I'd always been told that you shouldn't smile while you kissed someone, but I couldn't help myself. It was perfect.
Pulling away from him, he winked at me before turning around.
“See you soon, yeah?” He said before leaving the room, closing the door behind him.
I nodded back at him, even though he’d left the room five seconds ago. The feeling of the gentle kiss had left me speechless. I lifted my fingers onto my lips. They felt like they were buzzing; it was amazing.
“Told you.” Oliver suddenly laughed beside me.
I spun around quickly to notice him standing on the other side of me, making some kind of tower out of the mints on my bedside cabinet. Seriously. How old was he?
My mouth dropped open as I processed what he’d just said. What did he mean, told me? Still laughing, he jumped onto the bed beside me.
“What?” I muttered rudely.
“I told you that Richard was a prick.” He shrugged, taking one of the mints off of the little tower he made. “Did you listen? Nope.” He winked at me.
What was he on about? Richard wasn’t a prick. He had a bit of a temper, but everyone had their flaws though and some had more than others. Oliver was a pretty good example of that.
“How is he a prick? The only prick here is you! He was just upset because of what I did, that’s all.”
Oliver was making me angry now. Narrowing my eyes at him, I stood up. Crossing my arms, I kept my eyes on him as he lay on my bed.
“What you did?” Oliver began laughing again. “Seriously? What have you actually done? The most offensive thing that you’ve done is ask him what the time is. He’s some kind of paranoid freak, Tori. That ain’t hard to notice.”
That boy really needed to know when to shut up. Of course I had done something. Why would Richard have been angry with me, otherwise? I wasn’t sure exactly what it was, but I’d done something. I think...
I gritted my teeth as I thought carefully. What had I done...? Sure, I’d almost gone out dressed inappropriately. That was ages ago though. Richard couldn’t have still been angry with me because of that, surely? Besides, I did change in the end.
What was I doing? No, Richard was a really great man. I couldn’t believe that I was questioning someone like him because of what Oliver was saying. Why should I have been listening to him?
“It’s seven o’ clock, I think you should leave.” I spat, offended by what he’d said. “Next time you have something to say about Richard, don’t. Bye.”
Forcing himself not to laugh, Oliver jumped up and grabbed another mint from my bedside cabinet. Winking at me, he tapped me on the shoulder as he passed.
“I’m just warning you, that’s all.” There was a hint of seriousness in his voice as he opened the door, leaving the room.
I groaned as I dropped myself back onto my bed. Why did I feel so rubbish all of a sudden? I’d made up with Richard and he seemed to be okay with me. What was the problem? I turned around in my bed to see a small, plastic object in front of my eyes. Sitting up, I grabbed the black object and held it up in front of my face.
It didn’t take me long to realise what it was. Oliver had stupidly left his mobile phone on my bed. Great. The edges of the phone were worn and the number six button was gone completely. I highly doubted that it was new. Hang on... how was I supposed to ring him and let him know when to come over tomorrow? I didn't have his house number and I had no other way of contacting him besides calling his mobile phone. What was I supposed to do now?
You should be using 'sitting' here, and besides that also you used 'was' so you shouldn't be using 'sat'(a past tense) again. I think you understood this now. I have noticed this a lot of times. 
Seriously though, I know what you mean. So far, this does seem like the most predictable story ever. As long as everything goes according to plan, this story shouldn't be too cliché. I'm actually glad that you think this is predictable. That way, when I include a bit of a twist, it will be better. 
She thinks there's a reason for everything. Even though she totally got what she deserved she's still completely up herself. Oh well. Richard - Ooo, I like him as well; not all he's cracked up to be, but I like that. Your writing style had definitely gotten better. 
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