A crack in the Diamond.
Authors Note: This is my first attempt at an angsty fic, The next chapter will come with a warning.
Disclaimer: I do not own waterloo road, Sian, Jez or Michael. I wish I did, but Sadly, I never will.
Trust men and they will trust you;
Treat them greatly and they will show themselves great.
~ Ralph Wardo Emerson
Sian sat on her settee in the living room of her big minimalistic home. Her mind cast back to that moment after school, with Michael.
We used to be so good. She thought to herself, sighing as she flicked through an old photo album. She found herself laughing at some of the captions underneath the various photo's.
'Michael thinking he's cool in a diver suit...fit! NOT!' was under one of the top photo's she flicked over the next page.
'I love this woman so much, my everything' was written in black ink, in Michaels small, neat handwriting under the one of her and Michael on her sofa, cuddling. She suddenly became aware of tears falling. She sighed.
What was this doing to her?
She flicked to the back of the book and saw a paragraph on the back cover. She read it carefully.
'Daym. So I guess you have finally found this, ay? I just want to say how much I love you, Sian! You mean the world to me :'-)
I never want to lose you; I will never stop loving you. Not ever. You are without a doubt the best thing that has ever happened to me. You're perfect all round.
Funny, Beautiful, Sarcastic ;-) Cheesy at times. You're just perfect Sian Edwards.
I genuinely cannot imagine living a life without you in it.
Any way before I let too many feelings spill out...
I love you forever and always
A tear drop rolled down her cheek as she read the words, smudging the last sentence. She closed the photo album as she heard Jez walk through the door. She stuffed the Photo album down the side of the settee before dabbing her eyes after she had realised wiping them only made them redder.
She put on a fake smile as she always did and looked at him.
"Hey baby" He smiled coming in and sitting next to her on the white settee.
"Hey, how was the gym?" she smiled.
"Alright" he nodded. "Just wanted to come home and see you" he said, looking into her eyes.
Sian's eyes twinkled, partly from the still unshed tears that were formulating in her eyes remembering the neatly written note in the photo album from Michael.
"Are you okay?" Jez asked, concerned; earning himself a nod from her.
"Yeah, fine now your here" She nodded, pulling him closer and crashing her lips down onto his which he immediately responded to.
She snaked her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her.
"Early night?" He whispered into her ear as he kissed her neck lightly.
She nodded cheekily a glint in her big brown eyes. "An early night sounds perfect right now...as long as I don't have to sleep" she winked at him playfully.
He chuckled and picked her up, carrying her up the stairs to their bedroom.
Later that night, Sian lay in bed wide awake after her passion with Jez.
All she could think of was him, though. Michael.
And she had no idea as to why.
She grabbed her phone from her bedside cabinet, holding her covers around her body. She looked over at Jez, fast asleep. She smiled and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek.
She opened up a blank text.
To: Michael Byrne (Head of Waterloo Road Comprehensive)
Michael, I really need to see you; Tonight? I know it's really late, but please...Sian. X
She looked at the screen, reading back her text again. She clicked 'send' and placed her phone down, letting out a long sigh.
Michael was in a light sleep, tossing and turning. He woke up to the sound of his phone beeping beside him.
'God I have to stop falling asleep playing tetris!" He said rubbing his eyes with clenched fists as he sat up in his bed. He picked up his phone.
'Sian Edwards' popped up on his screen.
Yes, Sian Edwards. He had never bothered to change it to 'Diamond' because in his mind, she wasn't married to Jez. In his mind; his fantasy, she would be married to him.
He opened it and his heart almost skipped a beat.
She wanted to see him?
Now? At half one in the morning?
He texted back.
To: Sian Edwards (Deputy Head of Waterloo Road Comprehensive)
'Okay, where shall I meet you? Are you okay? Michael x'
He hit 'send' and began getting ready. Why? What was wrong? It was too early to go over school reports and budgets...
After deciding to meet at the park, he found himself sat on a rusty swing in pitch black, freezing cold at two in the morning.
He heard leaves rustling on the ground and looked up to see Sian in front of him, her long fluffy coat wrapped around her and her slippers still on.
She still looks just as beautiful now, how is that possible? He asked himself.
"So, are you going to tell me the reason for dragging me out here at two in the morning, or are you just going to stand there looking pretty?" he asked, throwing in a cheesy compliment.
She felt her cheeks flush, even as the cold air blew against her, the leaves swirling up around her head and the street lamp near them casting her shadow in front of her.
"I found it" she said, plainly, her eyes never leaving his.
"You found what?" He asked slightly confused.
What the hell was she on about?
"The note; in the back of out old photo album..." She said softly.
Michael's eyes widened until he realised.
"Why were you looking at it...?" He questioned.
"I...I was looking for...I just was, and I found it" She said, too tired to deny anything right now.
He moved closer to her, his arm wrapping round her waist.
"And I meant every single word of it..." He explained; nothing but honesty and truth in his voice.
"Michael..." Sian warned, although her eyes told a different story.
"What, Sian? You bring me out here at two, and you are going to try and deny this? I know you do. You wouldn't have been looking in our photo album if you didn't..." he said, hurt showing in his voice.
He leant forward and captured her lips with his; kissing her softly. Sian's arms wound around his neck as she kissed him back.
She gasped and pulled away.
"No! This cannot happen!" She shouted. Tears were now in her eyes. She looked at him, shaking her head before she turned and left, going home.
She closed the door, hung her coat up and walked upstairs quietly before slipping in bed next to Jez once again.
Her cold frame causing him to stir in his sleep a little.
Her quiet sobs filled the room as guilt shot through her body. Not to mention tomorrow.
Why was nothing ever simple?