#15 Pingu continued.

The magic.

So we left things off with me lying on a beach rejected accepting that my first one night stand, that turned into a two night stand, was magical yet short lived. And that's ok.

Until the next day, I got a message. Through WhatsApp. A little waving emoji. It was him. I was confused. Turns out, the number he gave me, he added an extra 0 (#expatrookie) hence he didn't get my text and I had in fact given him my number the night we met but neither of us remembered that because we were both so hammered.

Because he hadn't got the text from me, he ended up adding every Holly in sight on Instagram and decided to randomly scroll through his phone only to discover me there in his contacts list: Holly - she really is something.

I was flattened. To the ground. He thought I was something just from the hour or two I spent with him at the beach club drunk out of my mind where I don't remember what we even chatted about (note to self, must get hammered more often). We hadn't even had the special day and second night and he thought I was something before all of that. He was flying back hours after he first messaged me and we messaged all day, even when he was on the plane. Thank god for wifi on board!

I don't know what possessed me but he certainly had and day two of texting, I changed my flight home to London to now fly into Manchester and booked two nights in a central hotel. It was one month until I got to fly back for Christmas and I chose to go and spend the first few days of my holiday knowing I would be fucked out of my brain and crazy by this guy. Ridiculous and yet it felt so normal.

We text everyday. All day. No FaceTime or Skype or video chat. Just text. As soon as he got up, to when I was going to bed. We would have the same trail of thought and I might be thinking something that was totally different to what the conversation was and then he'd say it. We like the same things, the same food, the same music. It was overwhelming but all uh-mazing.

He was out one night with his friends who apparently nick named me the 'Oasis Princess'. They knew all about me cause he went completely silent when he spent his two nights with me (mainly because his Samsung phone had died and I had an iPhone. We were texting when he was out; I mean, I did say stop texting me and enjoy your night. I am not one of those girls. But we just couldn't seem to tear ourselves away from each other. I could tell he was pretty drunk by all the compliments and actually how vulnerable he made himself by sharing exactly what was on his mind and then he sent me an emoji. An emoji of a pigeon. Then a penguin.

Now I don't know if your mind will pick this up as quick as mine did but fun fact for you: penguins are little romantic creatures. They have one partner for life. Their soul mate. And when they are trying to find their soul mate, they give them the biggest pebble they can possibly find for their nests as a sign of their love.

Honestly I don't think I have fallen so hard and so fast. Weirdly I felt the same but I wasn't the doormat any more, I was the dream girl who provided plenty of banter in this relationship. AND let's not pretend we don't know about the elephant in this room. He lived in England and before New Years, he was moving to Sydney for good. As much as he wanted to cancel and move to the Oasis instead, he couldn't. I wouldn't allow it and luckily his job wouldn't allow it either. It's too much pressure to move country for someone when you haven't even been an item, I mean we didn't really know what each other were like. It hadn't even been a month.

Christmas couldn't come soon enough and before I knew it, I was on a plane waiting to see him on the other side. There were nerves obviously - I am not a robot but there was so much excitement. And when I saw him, he was wearing my favorite smile and holding a hot chocolate for me. A nervous kiss hello and a quick walk to the car cause it was cold. Hello Oasis princess over here. He was about to drive straight off and I was like "woah what are you doing?" He stopped and I snogged the face off of him. Oh my god, it was one of the best kisses of my life. Something I had waited so long for and it did not disappoint.

Found the hotel. Checked in. Popped a bottle of champagne.... and I spilt it all over the floor. Obviously. Normal Holly knows how to ruin a moment. But it didn't stop him from getting me naked. It was insane. Just ridiculously good sex. We ordered pizza and ice cream for dinner (reliving our time in the Oasis), more sex, some TV and then I pretty much crashed out in his arms.

Luckily he was an early riser (in both senses) so after a morning quickie, we walked into the city to have breakfast. We sat next to a couple that were clearly on a date and we were listening, giggling and talking about them only to have our situation smack us in the face. It felt like we'd known each other for ages, that we had been a couple for a long time. It couldn't have been further from the truth. It was a weekend getaway fuck fest with a Christmas theme. We both knew it but our feelings for each other suggested so much more and I was not willing to accept the fact in his presence.

Basically the day went like this, back to the hotel, fucked, to the Christmas market, pub, food shopping for movie watching in the hotel (we saw the last 5 minutes of it because well... we were naked) and fucked some more. Three things happened during this day which made the day even more special and the words, it was meant to be will come to your head.

1. My friend had a baby because that's always good news.

2. At the Christmas market, I picked up a GBP20 pound note on the floor. Not 10, not 5, 20! Drinks on me. How lucky! I was so chuffed.

3. AND this day was the day I was meant to be flying to London which coincidently lots of flights had been cancelled and delayed due to a drone flying over LGW airport and yet here I was in Manchester instead.

We got ready to go out for dinner, because Pingu really wanted to take me on a date which was totally fine by me. I dressed up with my little winter heeled boots, tights and a sexy black dress, had to pick his jaw up off the floor so I could kiss him.

Our date was cocktails with some snacks because we were so full from all the food we had eaten already. We were picking each other cocktails, I didn't do very well but he did very well with me, his last one chosen for me was this beautiful rose cocktail which even came with rose petals, he tried it although removing most of the petals before doing so - typical man.

He paid and we walked home. When we got into the room, he passed me a card with the name of the restaurant but their cards aren't like business cards, its like a mini greeting card and when I opened it up. There, smudged into the card already was a rose petal. From my last cocktail. I was his completely. He was everything I ever wanted in a partner. He's probably the only guy that I've... hold up, this is going to be kinda graphic but he's the only guy that whilst he was in me, I never wanted it to stop, for him to leave, just wanted to stay connected forever. The connection was just incredible and my heart felt so happy. The happiest it had felt with another human for a long time and he felt the same. My broken heart was no longer broken and I had found someone so special, someone I could be myself with, someone that could be themself and knew the secrets to my happy heart like a rose petal in a business card.

I took myself off to the bathroom to change into something more comfortable aka sexy lingerie (it was comfortable because you know you'd only be in it for 5 minutes before he had ripped it off me) but that night was pretty incredible and I still remember his face when I walked out of the bathroom. He couldn't take his hands off me, like I couldn't keep my lips off him. Naturally we were exhausted from fucking all day and we crashed out. Right on my side of the bed because he obviously couldn't get close enough. (heart eyes emoji)

Early start for one last fuck and pack my bags to walk to the train station. It had been amazing and we spent some time people watching in the station in silence because neither of us really knew what to say, me on top of him. This was it. Because once I got on that train, the romance was over and we would return to our normal lives which for him included packing his bags to move to Australia.

All 6"1 of him held me tight and we kissed and said goodbye and thank you for such a special two nights. I turned round to go through the barriers and he turned round to walk to his car. I didn't look back and I didn't cry, I was wearing my big girl pants. I knew what this was.

I am so grateful that the magic of Christmas took over the magic that was Pingu. It could have been a whole lot harder.