D'you know what, Mark- you can just go. Just get your things and sod off!"

Steph threw her hard red heel across the room in Marks direction. It hit the door.

"This is my house you stupid cow" He started to button his shirt back up, and walked over to the coffee table in the living room. He sipped his coffee

"Right. Then I'll go." She shoved her heels back on, and headed for the door. She picked her keys up from the hall stand, grabbed her phone and her handbag and marched to the front door.

"No, babes, I didn't mean that�"

She sighed, and turned round.

"Mark- I wouldn't stay here if I had to make a choice between living with you and kissing Nicola Roberts' arse"

* * * * * * * * *

She pushed the door of the London apartment wide open, and marched out slamming it behind her. She jumped down the stairs onto the street, and turned to face the house again.

"And you can tell your whore to stop using my bloody lipstick- she can have my tosser of a boyfriend, but she can't have that! Cheap bitch�.."

She buttoned up her coat, and marched away from the house, just as Mark ran out, shouting after her. She didn't turn around; just gave him the finger over her shoulder and carried on walking.

* * * * * * * * *

Outside the Pen and Wig, she sat on the steps with her head in her hands. Thunder started to roll, and big, fat raindrops fell in front of her. She stared up at the sky with her mascara stained eyes.

"Well thank you very fucking much" She sniffed as she picked up her handbag, and got to her feet. The noise from the pub began to hurt her head, and she started to walk away. She put her hand in her pocket to reach for her mobile for a taxi. It wasn't there.

"Shit�shit, shit, shit." She frantically checked her bag, her pockets it wasn't there. She turned around and stared back at the spot where she was sitting. On the top step sat her phone. She sighed with relief, wiped her teary eyes again, and walked towards it.

* * * * * * * * *

The door of the pub flew open, and knocked her to the ground. She cried out in pain, and landed in a heap on the floor.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry, are you OK?!" The guy who opened the door ran towards her, and helped her up. As she dusted off her legs, he bent down and picked up her phone. He looked at her as he handed it to her.

"Are you OK?" He looked at her mascara streaked face. "Oh shit, you're not"

"I am, I'm fine, I'm fine" She sniffed again and took the phone from his hand. "Thanks"

"So you just like the extreme look then" He smiled, trying to make eye contact with her puzzled face.

"Huh?!"

"Erm, they eyes�" He gestured to his own, and she grabbed a mirror from her bag. "Oh, god, oh my god"

"Hey, it's OK� look, why don't you come back with me and we'll get you cleaned up? I'm only around the corner, my roommates are expecting me with beer" He pointed to the crate of larger he'd put down on the stairs.

"Oh, I don't know.. I don't want to put you out. I mean, if you've got something planned�" He cut her off.

"C'mon, don't be stupid. I knocked you out, I'm sure the lads'll understand�" He grinned and picked up the crate of larger. She smiled softly and wiped her eyes yet again.

"OK, then"