Chapters (63)
- Cover
- Praise for All About Us
- About the Author
- Note to Readers
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
- Author Q&A with Tom Ellen
- Extract
- Will
- Will
- About the Publisher
I can’t see Harv, but I feel him reach across and place a hand on my shoulder. ‘Mate, don’t be stupid,’ he says quietly. ‘This is you and Daphne. It can’t be over. You’re clearly meant to be together.’
That just makes the tears come even faster. ‘You really think so?’ I gulp.
‘Of course.’ He squeezes my shoulder. ‘It’s obvious. It always has been. You can totally save this. You just need to be sure that you actually want to.’
‘I do,’ I say. ‘More than anything.’
‘Well, why didn’t you tell her, then?’
‘Tell her what?’
‘About Alice.’
I take my hand away from my face and look at him. ‘Because … Are you mad? You’ve just heard how she reacted when she found out.’
He nods. ‘Yeah, because she found out. That’s very different from you choosing to tell her. You say you want it to work, but if you’re planning on keeping massive secrets from her, it’s never going to, is it?’
I sniff loudly and stare into the dregs of my pint. ‘No, I guess not.’
He takes another sip of his drink and wriggles in his chair again. ‘You know,’ he says, ‘this whole thing is a bit like what happened with me and Liv.’
He’s using that same forced-casual tone that Alice used in Paris when she was asking about me and Daphne. He’s trying very hard to make out like this is just a casual statement; that it’s no big deal. But I know full well that it is.
I clear my throat and push my pint away. ‘How d’you mean?’
He avoids my eye, concentrates instead on spinning his beer mat. ‘You know she went off with that guy, that Made in Chelsea dickhead?’
‘Yeah.’
‘Well, that had been going on for a while. She didn’t tell me – I found out. Same as Daphne did. And that’s … Even though it was the worst I’ve ever felt, and the idea of losing her made me sick, I knew that it couldn’t ever work if I didn’t trust her. That’s why you need to be totally honest with Daff. Tell her everything that happened – everything – and then tell her it won’t ever happen again. And make sure that you mean it.’ He takes another sip of Guinness and looks me straight in the eye. ‘In the end, Liv wasn’t worth fighting for, but Daphne definitely is. She’s fucking brilliant. I’ve always said it.’