My Heart Goes Bang

by Keris Stainton

  Contents

  Title Page

  ALSO BY KERIS STAINTON

  Copyright

  Dedication

  September

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  October

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  November

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  December

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Christmas

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  January

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  February

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  March

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Acknowledgements

  Keris Stainton

  Copyright

  ALSO BY KERIS STAINTON

  One Italian Summer

  Counting Stars

  For all the girls and women who, like Liane, struggled to work it out.

  SEPTEMBER

  Chapter 1

  ‘Are they here already?’ Ella asked Lou as they pushed open the front door.

  ‘Dunno,’ Lou said. ‘Hang on. Can’t get the bastard key out.’

  Ella glanced back at her friend as she stepped into the hallway. ‘Smells better than halls, anyway.’

  ‘Paint,’ Lou said. ‘Fuck. Me.’ Lou turned the key so the deadbolt slid out and in again. ‘Can you have a go at this? It’s jammed.’

  ‘There’s no post on the floor,’ Ella said, stepping up to the door and grabbing the key. ‘So either the landlord’s been in or they’re already here.’ She waggled the key gently and it slid out. ‘Done.’

  ‘Shit, how did you do that?’ Lou said, leaving her suitcase in the hall and heading for the kitchen. ‘We’ll have to get some lube for it. Can’t have that every time we come in.’

  ‘Lube,’ Ella said, smiling as she followed Lou. The hall was at least one source of the fresh paint smell – it was newly magnolia. When they’d come to look at the place, the walls had been a dingy, stained grey.

  Lou threw a grin back over her shoulder. ‘You know what I mean. That spray stuff.’

  ‘WD40,’ Ella said. ‘Please tell me you don’t use it as lube.’

  Lou laughed. ‘Not yet. But the semester is young.’

  ‘It’s natural, I think. I read a thing about it once.’

  ‘It worries me that you ever read a thing about WD40, but that is good to know.’

  ‘Kitchen,’ Ella said, opening the first door on the right.

  ‘I remember,’ Lou said.

  The kitchen was bright and white and clean and the rows of empty bottles that had adorned the shelf above the picture rail had been cleared away since the two of them had come to view the house.

  ‘Aw,’ Ella said. ‘That was one of my favourite things.’

  ‘Just means we have to start our own collection,’ Lou said. ‘Challenge accepted.’

  ‘What happened to “I’m not going to drink as much” this year?’ Ella walked around the kitchen, sliding open drawers and peeking into cupboards. Everything was empty and clean. There was actual liner paper in the drawers. Liner paper!

  ‘“As much”,’ Lou said. ‘Not “nothing”. I’m still young. I’m still at uni. I’m still human.’ She opened the fridge, which was also clean. And empty. ‘Need to do a big shop,’ she said. She closed the door and looked at Ella, who seemed to be examining the buttons on the washing machine.

  ‘Do you know which room you want?’ Lou asked her as she started up the stairs.

  ‘Don’t really mind.’ Ella shrugged, following.

  ‘Bollocks you don’t.’ Lou grinned, stopping on the first landing and pushing open a couple of doors. ‘We’re here first so we get the two big rooms. Result.’

  Ella followed Lou up the next flight of stairs to the main living space. ‘Is that fair? I mean, it’s completely random that we got here first.’

  Lou looked down at Ella. ‘Bagsy rules apply, everyone knows that.’

  The top floor of the house was the reason they’d chosen it. And the reason there was going to be five of them sharing instead of four, as originally planned. It was all one huge living space with glass doors leading out onto a roof terrace.

  ‘So they’re definitely not here,’ Ella said, following Lou over to the two huge sofas, arranged in an L-shape in front of the TV. ‘Should I text them?’

  Lou laughed, flopping down on the sofa nearest the window. ‘Why? They’ll get here when they get here. You’re not their mum.’

  ‘Actually, I haven’t even got Paige’s number,’ Ella said, sitting on the other sofa and immediately turning round to look at the rest of the room.

  ‘Yeah, we’d best make sure we’ve all got each other’s numbers when they do get here,’ Lou said. ‘Fucking nightmare last year getting locked out and having to track people down.’

  ‘We should put a list on the fridge,’ Ella said.

  Lou grinned at her. ‘Right next to the cleaning rota, yeah.’

  ‘It just makes sense! I know you think I’m a dick.’

  ‘I don’t think you’re a dick,’ Lou said. ‘I just think you’re old before your time. We’re. Here. To. Have. Fun.’

  ‘I’m. Here. To. Get. An. Edu—’

  ‘Yeah, yeah, that too. We passed last year, didn’t we? Don’t worry so much.’

  Ella had passed, but she hadn’t done as well as she’d wanted to. At school everyone had kept calling her a big fish in a small pond and telling her how she was going to wow them at uni, but she hadn’t wowed anyone. She hadn’t wowed anyone at all.

  Ella didn’t pick the shittest room (the one next to the kitchen), but she did pick a small one. But it was nice. It had a bed and a desk and a window onto the street and that was all she really needed. Unzipping her case, she pulled out the fabric bag that she’d packed her underwear in. She opened the top drawer of the chest of drawers with some trepidation – the drawers in her room at halls had been absolutely disgusting, fag ends in one, an apple core in another – but this was clean, thank god.

  She packed away the few clothes she’d brought with her – she still had to get the rest of her stuff from her parents’ house in Cheshire – and then sat down on the bed, looking around the room. She didn’t want any distractions this year and if that meant living in a room like a cell, that was fine. It was quiet though, just a bit of street noise from outside, which she should like – the noise in halls had driven her up the wall – but it made her feel a bit sad. A bit lonely. A bit lost.

  She took out her phone and WhatsApped her brother a photo of the room with the caption ‘New home sweet home’. She hadn’t expected to hear straight back, but she could see him typing.

  ‘Couldn’t find anything smaller?’

  She grinned. ‘There’s a cupboard under the stairs. But there’s a boy wizard in it.’

  ‘Typical. U ok?’

  ‘Yeah. Ta. Just feel a bit … something.’

  ‘Hate
that. Can’t ring, sorry. In an interview.’

  ‘STOP TEXTING THEN’

  Dylan sent a string of laugh/cry emojis and Ella sent back the same number of eyeroll emojis.

  ‘Call later yeah?’ Dylan sent and Ella nodded at the phone before sending a thumbs-up and a heart. She didn’t know if he meant he’d call or she would, but it didn’t really matter. One of them would. She felt better already.

  ‘Are we allowed to paint the walls?’ Lou asked as soon as Ella walked into her room. She’d taken the biggest one on the first floor. ‘This room is way too beige.’

  ‘Magnolia,’ Ella said. ‘Same as the hall.’

  ‘Whatever. I’m thinking bright pink? Or, I don’t know, can you do all the walls with blackboard paint? Like the door?’

  ‘If you can paint it – which I doubt – I bet you can’t paint it pink or black.’

  ‘Fucksticks. I’ll just have to stick a load of posters up then. How’s your room?’

  ‘Fine. Small. Plain.’

  ‘Take the big one!’ Lou said. ‘Seriously. Why do you think one of the others deserves it more than you?’

  ‘It’s not about deserving it,’ Ella said. ‘I just don’t need a big room.’

  ‘Well, at least let me do it up.’ Lou picked up a handful of lacy underwear and then dropped it on the bed again. ‘Put up some fairy lights. Mirror on the ceiling.’

  Ella grinned. ‘Yeah, that’s just what I was thinking.’

  ‘It’d do you good,’ Lou said, finally throwing the underwear into a drawer. ‘You keep saying you’re here for an education.’

  ‘Not about my vagina,’ Ella said, crossing the room and looking out of the window. The street outside was quiet. ‘They still not here?’

  ‘Don’t think so, no. They’ve got keys though, haven’t they? Want to go and get a drink?’

  If Ella rested her head on the glass and looked to the right, she could see the beer garden of the nearest bar. But there wasn’t anyone sitting out there, because it was drizzling.

  ‘We could go and bring some back …’ she suggested.

  ‘Morrisons, then? Get some food as well. I’m starved.’

  When they got back from the supermarket – Ella carrying two bags of food, Lou carrying two bags of booze – they could tell the others had arrived. Every light in the house seemed to be on and ‘Sorry’ by Justin Bieber was blasting down the stairs.

  ‘Is that Justin fucking Bieber?’ Lou said, her face a picture of horror.

  ‘Issey’s here.’ Ella grinned.

  ‘We should’ve got them to put that in the contract – no Justin fucking Bieber.’

  ‘To give him his full name.’ Ella ran up the stairs.

  ‘Hiya!’ Issey yelled, poking her head out of the door. ‘Where’ve you been?’

  ‘Getting provisions,’ Lou said from behind Ella.

  Issey ran over and hugged them both at the same time, saying, ‘What did you get?’ too loud into Ella’s ear.

  ‘Food,’ Ella said at the same time as Lou said, ‘Beer. And tequila.’

  ‘Oh shit. I hate tequila,’ Issey said. ‘Did you get limes and salt?’

  ‘What’s it to you if you hate tequila?’ Lou asked.

  Issey grinned. ‘Isn’t it great? The house? So much better than last year.’

  ‘Where’s Liane?’ Ella asked, watching Lou take the bottles out of the bag and line them up on the huge wooden dining table.

  ‘Sleeping,’ Issey said. ‘She’s hungover.’

  ‘Doubt she’s sleeping through this,’ Lou said. ‘Sorry’ had ended and ‘Baby’ had started. ‘Do you have to?’

  ‘You knew my feelings about Biebs before you invited me to move in,’ Issey said. ‘We come as a pair.’

  ‘You wish,’ Ella said.

  Issey grinned. ‘Yeah, I do. Sexy little monkey.’

  ‘Jesus,’ Lou said. ‘There’d better be a bottle opener downstairs.’

  When Lou came back up, Liane was with her, looking rumpled and confused, but still gorgeous, her short afro tied under a red scarf.

  ‘Where were you last night?’ Ella asked her, hugging her gently, Liane nuzzling her head into Ella’s neck as she always did.

  ‘Leaving do at work. Didn’t get home ’til five. We were only meant to be going to bingo.’

  ‘I love your job,’ Issey said, throwing herself back onto the long sofa and propping her feet up on the arm. ‘Those old ladies really know how to party.’

  ‘They’re a bunch of bastards,’ Liane said, lifting Issey’s legs up so she could sit down and then putting them back over her own. ‘I told them not to let me drink too much cos I was moving in today. But they were buying me Long Island Iced Teas all night and then we did shots.’

  ‘Shots,’ Lou said, coming back in holding four shot glasses in one hand and a bottle opener in the other, a family bag of Doritos tucked down the front of her shirt.

  Ella shook her head, laughing and frowning at the same time. ‘That sounds like a very bad idea.’

  ‘Oh, come on!’ Lou sat down at the scratched wooden dining table and tipped her head back, her long silver hair falling back over her shoulders. ‘It’s our first night together! We need to do something to mark it.’ She patted the pockets of her dungarees. ‘But I need a fag first.’ She stood up, stretched her arms over her head and walked out onto the roof terrace, leaving the door open.

  ‘Where’s the other one?’ Issey said from the sofa. ‘What’s she called?’

  ‘Paige,’ Liane said. ‘She said she might be late. And we should wait for her if we’re going to do shots. It should be all of us.’

  ‘I’ve never done shots,’ Issey said.

  ‘WHAT?’ Liane screeched, before grabbing her head in both hands and muttering, ‘Oh my god.’

  ‘Never?’ Ella said, sitting down on the armchair next to the TV.

  Issey shook her head. ‘My dad made me promise. Before I came away. No drugs, no sex, no shots.’

  ‘You’ve had sex though,’ Liane said, her head tipped back against the sofa, eyes closed. ‘I’ve heard you having sex.’

  Issey laughed. ‘Yeah. S’why it seemed even more important to not do the other two.’

  ‘You smoked weed with me at the end of last term,’ Lou called from the terrace.

  ‘That was one time.’

  ‘May as well go for a hat-trick,’ Ella said.

  Issey snorted. ‘Yeah, I guess.’ She shuffled back up the sofa, her legs sliding out from under Liane’s. ‘Sorry, Dad.’

  Chapter 2

  Paige couldn’t get the door to open.

  ‘SHIT,’ she said through gritted teeth, kicking the bottom of the door, hard.

  ‘Need a hand there, girl?’ someone said from behind her.

  ‘Fuck off,’ she said, without turning round.

  ‘Charming.’

  Paige leaned forward and rested her head against the door. She’d just wanted to get here, move in, go to sleep and not have to speak to anyone. Was that too much to ask? Instead she’d had to drive her dad to his girlfriend’s house because he was still over the limit from last night. Then she’d had to get a cab she couldn’t afford to the station, where the train was delayed and the coffee shop was closed for refurbishment when it was only the thought of one of their white chocolate brownies that had got her that far. And then on the Liverpool train she’d had to stand up and listen to a bunch of old fellas arguing about football and politics and calling each other pussies. She’d wanted to lean over and tell them that word was decidedly not an insult because there was nothing stronger than a pussy, but she hadn’t been able to make herself do it. Instead she’d posted a selfie on Instagram and hashtagged it #pussypower. By the time she’d got off the train, it already had ninety-two likes.

  She’d had to walk from the station to the house, dragging her suitcase behind her even though one of the wheels was wobbling and it kept hitting her in the back of the legs. She snorted as she passed a ‘Gentlemen’s Club’ and then a
ridiculous-looking barber shop, all chrome and blue lights. It was like the eighties here. She loved it even when she hated it.

  She took a step back and looked up at the three-storey house she’d be calling home for at least the next year. Lights were on in almost every window so at least she knew her housemates were in. She looked around for a bell and when she didn’t see one, knocked first on the door and then on the nearest window. So much for her plan of sneaking in without actually having to talk to anyone.

  She was considering giving up and going to sit in a coffee shop for half an hour when the door jerked open and a tiny girl wearing satin football shorts and a loose vest stood there grinning at her. Paige half recognised her from uni, but at uni she couldn’t usually see her nipples.

  ‘Are you Paige?’ the girl said, her eyebrows shooting up her forehead. ‘We were starting to think you weren’t coming.’

  ‘Yeah,’ Paige said. ‘Sorry. I got held up.’ She didn’t know why she was apologising.

  ‘Come in,’ the girl said, leaning forward to grab Paige’s bag and giving Paige a clear view down her top. ‘We’re about to do shots.’

  ‘Great,’ Paige said.

  ‘You’ve already met Issey,’ Liane said, pointing at the girl who’d answered the door.

  ‘Yeah, but I don’t think I said,’ Issey said. She was sitting cross-legged on the sofa now, a bottle of beer in one hand, her phone in the other. ‘I’m Issey.’

  ‘That’s Ella, and Lou’s outside having yet another fag,’ Liane told her.

  ‘Paige,’ Paige said. ‘I’ve seen you around,’ she said to Lou.