Aidan's POV.

"How was your trip Hanna?" I let out a childish giggle when I hear my favourite nickname. My best friend opens the door to her  apartment for me and we make our way in, slumping on a big fluffy sofa in the back of what appears to be the living room.

"Better than I expected actually. Books are great companions. How have you been Aria?" I smirk back at Myra and she throws her head back and laughs as loud as I did. I can tell she misses hearing her nickname from my part. Pretty Little Liars was and still is our favorite American t.v show that we had to use some of the characters' name as our nicknames. I chose Hanna because she is bold, adventurous and sexy of course. Myra likes Aria the most, the cute, calm and honest among her group of friends. We used to watch it together all the time. That is untill last year when she got accepted in Leeds State University with her boyfriend Brad and they moved in together from Yorkshire.

And that is when my doomed life started...

"I've been perfecto." She cuts my awful train of thoughts. She always does. "So tell me how you did it without him knowing? I can't believe you finally divorced that who shall not be named!"

"I know, right?" I suddenly get excited and start telling her how I found out my ex-husband is on drugs and that my parents wouldn't hear me out. Luckily, I got my uncle John, the lawyer, who is like a father figure and he has already suspected something wrong about Mike. It was my only chance and he didn't hesitate to help me when I told him what I'm going through. I tell her how the bastard followed me to the train station and was trying to manipulate me and get me back to his mansion. But I shoved the complaint in his face, the complaint that was supposed to be delivered to him from the beginning of the process - the divorce.

Myra's eyes widen at my bravey and how I got the guts to do all of this on my own but she gasps when I tell her that I didn't demand any financial support from him and that I only demanded my freedom.

"Are you crazy? All those Gucci clothes and Prada bags and D&G perfumes and shit and you didn't even bring one full suitcase with you? Girl you had one job." She snaps her fingers right and left, imitating a black woman, Yolanda, that we love from another t.v show. That's where she got her love for people of color and that's why her boyfriend is also one.

"Ain't nobody got time for that." I try to imitate her American accent, while she is still laughing. And then I feel a lump in my throat. "I just want a new me, you know? I don't want anything related to him, anything reminding me of him. I want to forget the past year like it never happened." My eyes get stuck on the wooden floor and I fiddle with my fingers on my lap, a habit I do when I'm nervous or anxious.

"I'm sorry babe, I didn't mean for this to get deep." She pats on my shoulder and gives me a weak smile. 

"Don't worry, we will get you a new closet and a new boyfriend that will make you forget the day you learnt to speak." She drags me to the kitchen and makes me sit at one of the stools around the island, while she starts preparing something for us to drink since it's too hot.

"I just want to forget, I don't need a boyfriend right now. I need to clear my head and maybe get drunk? Or laid?" I playfully stick my tongue out as she slips a strawberry flavored mojito in front of me.

"That's exactly what we're going to do." She takes a sip from her cup after sitting in front of me, her face lighting up at my idea. "Brad has some contacts, he'll hook us up. I've never went home before 1 am from any of his friends' parties. You're going to have a hell of a hangover." We gulp the rest of our cups at the same time and I feel already drunk with the idea alone. I already feel so much better just talking to her.

"Where is Brad anyway?" I look up at the clock, it's only two in the afternoon.

"He's at work. He's got a double shift on sunday since he only works in the mornings most days."

"I should get a job too. I need some clothes and I need to get my own place."

"No you don't. You're fine here Hanna." Myra has a deep frown all over her face. She pleas me with her big dark eyes.

"I'm so grateful for you letting me stay here. But eventually, I'll have to have my place and get my shit together." I lean over and sqeeze her in a tight hug and she hugs me back, reassuring me that she agrees.

"So what book are you reading now? I didn't know you are into books?" She says more like a question, an amused expression on her face.

"It's one of the things I started doing when I'm 'home alone'." I quote my fingers in the air and she understands instantly what I'm referring to.

"You know how much I love French, right?" She nods excitedly. "The book is called Je Reviens Te Chercher by Musso and it's so damn good."

The book is about this guy who is called Ethan, who was really poor but had a fiancé. He convinced himself that he's not good enough for her and that he will only make her suffer. So he dumped her. Few years later, the world turns around and he becomes rich like a bitch and so shallow and he goes to bars and sleeps with unknown women.  Myra laughs her ass off when I get angry at this fictional character and when I tell her that I would never want to meet an Ethan in my entire life. She also chuckles everytime I say a French word, and asks me to repeat it.

"Does cursing in French sound sexy?" She baffles her mouth in anticipation. She has always loved French although she cannot speak it. She loves it when I do though.

"Mais putain, oui." We laugh for what feels like an eternity and I feel my worries slipping through, without leaving any trace. This girl is magical.

We then leave the kitchen, and she starts giving me a house tour. The apartment is a little economic but in a cute way. The front door opens to a large size  living room .On the right, it is connected to the kitchen just by the island. There is a door next to the kitchen which is a storage room and a bathroom further inside. On the left of the living room, there are two doors, one of them is for her bedroom with Brad and the other is the guests', along with small bathrooms attached to each. At the back of the living room, there is a huge bay window, providing a view of beautiful Leeds.

We stop finally by the bedroom. Being fashion gurus, we have the same taste of clothes. That's what we conclude when she lays all her dresses, jeans, tank tops and shoes on the bed and tells me to wear whatever I fancy.

A few hours later, we hear the front door shutting closed and footsteps approaching.

"Gorgeous, I'm home." Brad yells as he reaches the bedroom. Myra has already hidden behind the door to scare him although she told me he never fell for it. He steps in the room and fakes jumping back when he sees her  She hugs him by the neck and he kisses her on the mouth then her forehead. I quickly look away, my heart melting at the sweetness in front of me.

He looks muscular, more built than the laat time I've seen him. His biceps cover Myra's neck but she seems to love it and she snuggles deep in them.

"Aidan, welcome home." With a wide welcoming smile, he gives me a quick hug and I thank him for having me stay at their house. Brad is actually one of the few people who can use my name without me cringing st it. I just hate my name so much.

After a few chit chats of how his day was and after he takes his usual shower, Myra pulls him by the hand to sit at the bottom of the bed and sits on his lap, caressing his cheek.

"Is there one of those parties tonight?" He seems taken aback by her question but answers anyway.

"Yeah, the Stanleys have a big one tonight. It's a late graduation party for their son Marcus, and it's open to everyone. You know how the Stanleys are." He starts to roll his eyes but she kisses him  and stands up abruptly.

"I think we got a winner. Let's choose your dress Hanna." Myra smirks at me and Brad has a wide smile on his lips when he leaves us alone in the room to do our girly stuff, after saying he will order a takeout.

After trying on multipe outfits and laughing at the hideous drawings on others, we finally set on a dress, a cream knee-length one, with quarter length lace sleeves and no straps at all. The shoulders are exposed but it's really pretty. And then after Brad brings us two boxes of pizza, we eat quickly then she starts doing my makeup, while I have my nail polish drying.

"We're ready to go." She informs Brad as the clock ticks ten at night. He looks away from the T.V at me and then at her, his mouth open in amazement at her super tight and sexy dress. She's gone for a black dress, one that is short and tight. It has glitter at the front, and it has a deep v-neck exposing her shoulders. When she turns around, the zipper is golden which gives like a final touch to the dress.

"Holly crap, let's get out of here." He says as he leads the way out of the apartment, in his casual Nike shirt and shorts.

As we walk across the street, I cross my fingers hoping that I will only drink, have fun and not meet anyone who will disturb my night.

A/N: Hi guys :) I hope you're doing well. I hope you're enjoying Healing Ethan so far.

Do you like Myra and Aidan's relationship? Or better yet Hanna and Aria's relationship? Are you confused by the names?

What do you think about Myra and Brad as a couple?

Do you think Aidan's night will be as expected? Or?

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