True Crime Story(20)
During the course of our walk, we happened to pass the Royal Northern College of Music, and she actually blanched, I’ve never seen anything like it. I sort of mentioned how I’d idly considered studying there at some point myself, and she immediately changed the subject. Kind of physically changed direction and almost got mown down in a bike lane. I noticed it, I remembered it, because I could see that I’d upset her, and I was careful not to bring it up again.
JAI MAHMOOD:
So I don’t know how we got talking about it, but I do know it was that day. A surprise blast of Mancunian sunshine, which was why the alarms didn’t seem like such a big deal. I guess I must of been telling Andrew that I’d tried to get into the tower, and he must of been asking me why. I said how weird and ugly it was, how it had this otherworldly vibe, and he seemed interested. We were talking while our housemates were busy being “lads.” Like, starting drinking games and stuff. Andrew just looked at me and said, “I bet I can get you inside that tower right now.” I was like, “Go on, then. How?” He just got up and broke the glass on our fire alarm. [Laughs] Evacuated the whole fucking place again.
ANDREW FLOWERS:
Once we were all outside, Jai and I just stood around with the blockies, then followed them into the tower twenty minutes later. We spent that whole night wandering between floors, going into people’s rooms, introducing ourselves, the group growing everywhere we went. By the time we got up to fifteenth, there were probably ten or twelve of us. That’s how we ended up meeting Kim, Alex and Liu Wai. That’s how we nearly got ourselves arrested the following morning.
FINTAN MURPHY:
Geography wasn’t Zoe’s strong suit, and she was brand-new in town, so after she’d had her funny turn over the Royal Northern, I offered to walk her home. We went almost all the rest of the way in silence. This was a lonely old time for me. Here I am in the gay capital of England, too scared to go and participate. Not drinking, not going out. I can’t tell you how many nights I spent on my own in my room. Zoe was the first friend I’d made in a long time, and I treasured her, but I was really afraid that we might not speak again. I was afraid that I’d pushed a button somehow. So I walked her right to the door of her building, that awful tower in the center of Owens Park, but I didn’t go in when she invited me. I didn’t want to overstep the mark.
LIU WAI:
There was this crazy racket, so I went out into the communal space to see Kim and Alex among all these strange boys in our kitchen, some of them drunk, all of them weird. I know Zoe definitely wasn’t around at the time, so I felt a little bit overwhelmed? The first person I spoke to was this quite tanned, posh-looking guy who told me his name was Andrew Flowers. I remember thinking at first, like, Wow, Flowers, that’s such a fun name. He looked really smart and had this incredible accent, and I thought, He must be so nice.
ANDREW FLOWERS:
My first impressions of Liu Wai? Amazingly cynical about class but quite na?ve with it. If you told her that piss was perfume, she’d rub it behind her ears.
LIU WAI:
Of course, I quickly realized he was dreadful. I was quite impressed with Jai, though. He was handsome in a sort of I don’t care way, and he had a camera around his neck, which made him look somewhere between an artist and a war reporter. There was a misunderstanding between us, which of course everyone else found hilarious…
KIMBERLY NOLAN:
I remember something like that. Liu got it into her head that Jai was a barrister or something?
LIU WAI:
And he looked so young and was dressed so street and was kind of a little bit out of it, and I just thought, Wow.
JAI MAHMOOD:
I told Liu I was a barista, and she started asking me all these questions about where I’d got my law degree, where my offices were and stuff.
LIU WAI:
And I was just saying, like, “Oh, my cousin’s a court reporter,” and everyone was gathering around us and starting to laugh. In the end, I just pretended my phone was ringing and excused myself from the conversation. It was like two or three days later when I saw him working in the Caffè Nero on Oxford Road and the penny finally dropped. These days, I’m in HR, so my emotional intelligence is much more developed? But at the time I was a bit na?ve.
KIMBERLY NOLAN:
I’d always had this sense that everyone my age was gliding ahead of me. They all knew something I didn’t and I had to swim twice as hard just to tread water. But that night I felt like I’d finally, finally caught up. Life had arrived at our front door. Everyone was new there, everyone was starting from the same level.
I thought, I can do this.
And I’ll admit it helped me that Zoe wasn’t there for that, she’d been out singing. I’d texted to ask if she was okay and got a message back saying she was fine, with a friend, on her way home. So I picked my moment, said now or never. I saw someone I liked the look of, walked over and tapped him on the shoulder. I smiled, looked him in the eye and said, “Big hands, I know you’re the one.”
ANDREW FLOWERS:
Well, I love that song. I think I laughed and said, “My name’s Andrew Flowers. What’s yours?” And just as she was about to tell me, the fire alarm went off again. We both sort of rolled our eyes and headed for the door. There was a second where her hand brushed against mine, where we just ever-so-slightly linked little fingers. There was this electricity, this spark. I can’t quite describe it, because I never felt it again, not once in all the years since. Then we got separated in the crowd going down the stairwell, and I couldn’t find her down on the ground. But I thought, Whatever. I knew where she lived and I knew I’d remember her face. I knew I’d find her, I’d get that smile again and I’d pick up right where we left off.