It had been about one week since your incident with Benedict. Every single day you kept remembering what his attitude was like and how lovely he was before the effects of alcohol had consumed him. Of course, you knew that alcohol did that, but you were too scared to face him again. The love bites he gave you had stung whenever you thought about them. No one had noticed them yet, but you thought today was the day you might have to face it. 

It was ten in the morning and yesterday, you woke up to your parents hoovering the house. It was Monday and for the last few days, they had been clean freaks, but you knew they were also trying to keep the house tidy. You got up, doing your normal routine which included; going to the bathroom and eating breakfast. After around one hour, you were finally ready to rush out of the door. 

"Hold on!" Your mother called you as you nearly stepped out of the front door. Rolling your eyes you turned around. "Have you got everything?" You nodded. "Make sure you're back by dinner, unless you meet anyone okay? Give my love to [B/F/N] and have fun!" She hugged you tightly and you quickly made your way out of the door. You heard three car horns, followed by your friend calling your name. 

"Hey, [Y/N], come on!" Smiling, you ran to the car and drove off with your friend. Your friend aimed to keep you talking as she drove. "So... Did you see him then?" You frowned. 

"Who?" 

"That guy! Benedict?" 

"How do you know?" She cringed and bit her lip. "You knew! You knew I would meet him, you little-"

"It's my job! Come on, you cannot live with your parents for the rest of your life! You need to go out there and find a man suited for you. Benedict seemed like that guy." You sighed hard, folding your arms. 

"I get it. I don't think he is the one." You felt some stinging on your collarbone, with knowing, you rubbed it, your friend confused. "Ow..."

"Hey, what is it?" She pulled down your shirt slightly, seeing the love bites. "Who did that? [Y/N], who did that?" 

"... Benedict..." You friend gasped. 

"Why? Did he hurt you anymore-"

"No! He was drunk, it's fine." You friend pulled up in the car park, grabbing her bag. You both exited the car, making your way inside.

"Maybe you should stay away from him..." You tightened your coat around yourself, not wanting to talk about it, but maybe it was best. 

"He was nice. But, maybe yeh. I haven't seen him for a week so..." It took you and your friend around ten minutes to make your way to the right seat. You were finally at Wimbledon, watching Andy Murray thrash some people. 

"Right, is this okay?" 

"Yes, [B/F/N], thank you!" You still had about ten minutes left for the game to start, there was no one sitting next to you, which was good. Avoid any more embarrassment for yourself. "So, I think we need to..." Somebody brushed themselves on your arm, you looked back, a man in sunglasses sitting next to you. 

"I'm sorry." 

"No problem." You said with a smile. Looking at your friend, you glanced back at him. He slowly took off his sunglasses and you saw his face. You frowned, thinking you were dreaming but you so were not. "No..." He turned around to face you. You attempted to look away, but he caught your face. 

"Oh wow, hey... [Y/N]!" Closing one of your eyes, you turned to look back at him. 

"Hi..." 

"Nice to... see you!" 

"Yes..." You now knew that coming to Wimbledon was a mistake, but at least you knew that you were going to sit next to someone you knew, right?

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