Me Before You: A Novel

speakers. I had no idea what any of it meant, and no great desire to immerse myself.
    And I was supposed to be going with them to Norway in seven weeks’ time. I hadn’t yet worked out how to tellPatrick that I hadn’t asked the Traynors for the time off. How could I? By the time the Xtreme Viking took place, there would be less than one week of my contract left to run. I suppose I was childishly refusing to deal with it all, but truthfully, all I could see was Will and a ticking clock. Not a lot else seemed to register.
    The great irony of all this was that I didn’t even sleep well at Patrick’s flat. I don’t know what it was, but I came to work from there feeling like I was speaking through a glass jar, and looking like I had been punched in both eyes. I began painting concealer on my dark shadows with the same slapdash abandon as if I were decorating.
    ‘What’s going on, Clark?’ Will said.
    I opened my eyes. He was right beside me, his head cocked to one side, watching me. I got the feeling he might have been there for some time. My hand went automatically for my mouth in case I had been dribbling.
    The film I was supposed to have been watching was now a series of slow-moving credits.
    ‘Nothing. Sorry. It’s just warm in here.’ I pushed myself upright.
    ‘It’s the second time you’ve fallen asleep in three days.’ He studied my face. ‘And you look bloody awful.’
    So I told him. I told him about my sister, and our sleeping arrangements, and how I didn’t want to make a fuss because every time I looked at Dad’s face I saw his barely concealed despair that he could not even provide his family with a house we could all sleep in.
    ‘He’s still not found anything?’
    ‘No. I think it’s his age. But we don’t talk about it. It’s … ’I shrugged. ‘It’s too uncomfortable for everyone.’
    We waited for the movie to finish, and then I walked over to the player, ejected the DVD and put it back in its case. It felt somehow wrong, telling Will my problems. They seemed embarrassingly trivial next to his.
    ‘I’ll get used to it,’ I said. ‘It’ll be fine. Really.’
    Will seemed preoccupied for the rest of the afternoon. I washed up, then came through and set up his computer for him. When I brought him a drink, he swivelled his chair towards me.
    ‘It’s quite simple,’ he said, as if we had been in conversation. ‘You can sleep here at weekends. There’s a room going spare – it might as well get some use.’
    I stopped, the beaker in my hand. ‘I can’t do that.’
    ‘Why not? I’m not going to pay you for the extra hours you’re here.’
    I placed the beaker in his holder. ‘But what would your mum think?’
    ‘I have no idea.’
    I must have looked troubled, because he added, ‘It’s okay. I’m safe in taxis.’
    ‘What?’
    ‘If you’re worried I have some devious secret plan to seduce you, you can just pull my plug out.’
    ‘Funny.’
    ‘Seriously. Think about it. You could have it as your backup option. Things might change faster than you think. Your sister might decide she doesn’t want to spend every weekend at home after all. Or she might meet someone. A million things might change.’
    And you might not be here in two months, I told himsilently, and immediately hated myself for thinking it.
    ‘Tell me something,’ he said, as he went to leave the room. ‘Why isn’t Running Man offering you his place?’
    ‘Oh, he has,’ I said.
    He looked at me, as if he were about to pursue the conversation.
    And then he seemed to change his mind. ‘Like I said.’ He shrugged. ‘The offer’s there.’
    These are the things that Will liked.
Watching films, especially foreign ones with subtitles. He could occasionally be persuaded into an action thriller, even an epic romance, but drew the line at romantic comedies. If I dared to rent one, he would spend the entire 120 minutes letting out little
pffts
of derision, or pointing out the great clichés in the plot, until it was no fun for me at all.
Listening to classical music. He knew an awful lot about it. He also liked some modern stuff, but said jazz was mostly pretentious guff. When he saw the contents of my MP3 player one afternoon, he laughed so hard he nearly dislodged one of his tubes.
Sitting in the garden, now that it was warm. Sometimes I stood in the window and watched him, his head tilted back, just enjoying the sun on his face. When I remarked on his ability to be still and just enjoy