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Chapter 4

Inevitable is not a term I've ever liked the sound of.

Sure, I've been scared of words before, such as "love". But that's different. I used to be in love with the word itself. I wore my heart on my sleeve before it was torn off my arm. I was just lucky enough to find someone with the skill to sew it back on.

Inevitable is worse than my previous fear of "love". You can't runaway from the inevitable. Love you can go to the grave denying. Inevitability, you run into eventually. It doesn't matter how long you've been running nor where you've been running. Even if you weren't running at all, the inevitable just shows up at your doorstep one day.

I fear the word because there's nothing I can do about it, and the worst part is ninety percent of the time I don't even know what the inevitable is!

I thought I was done with the whole "meant to be" shit. I was where I was "meant to be". I had a generous paying job, a girlfriend who put up with my shit, I spoiled the heck out of my family, and not only was I attending the school I've been looking forward to for over a year, I was basically begged to student teach in the art department, even though education was not my major. I was where I was "meant to be".

I never thought much of that phone call about a week after it happened. There was nothing to think about. The second she picked up we both knew that this would lead no where and the phone call would be irrelevant in a week's time. And it was.

Judging by Myles' huge grin the next day they had gotten back together but I didn't stay long enough to relish in the celebration. I booked a flight for London and was out of New York before I could really process why I had left.

Sure, I did have a meeting with some advisor about my art being put in another museum, but I knew that wasn't the reason I was ready to jet out of there so quickly with barely even a goodbye to the lads.

I'd made a promise to Spencer. I told her I would leave. Myles never told her where I was and I still had no clue where in the world she was.

But like I said, the call was irrelevant. That tiny little fraction of my life learned to mean almost nothing to me.

I thought that the inevitable was Spencer and I separating and Perrie and I being together. The decision seemed out of my hands.

So was this all some big test?

Or was this some kind of omen I refused to believe in?

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Spencer's POV

I stepped out of the car and took a deep breath, closing my eyes and accepting the noise of familiar faces reuniting and new freshman saying goodbye to family.

I honestly couldn't wait to get back to school by the time the first month of summer passed. I spent the first month with my parents - my birth parents. It's not like I cut them out of my life completely. They were the ones that raised me. It's not like I hated them; it was the fact that I just didn't feel at home with them.

I called them every month whilst at school. Living there for the month, though, nothing had changed. Our conversations were a little more distant but I was out a lot with Louis and/or Lottie and other mates from school.

It turned out Samantha Marrow had been wrong. She was the one who ended up missing me more.

Louis came out to Ireland with me after that month was over and spent a couple weeks at the Horan household.

As much as I loved being home, I was restless all the time - school couldn't have started sooner.

My dormroom wasn't any begger than the one I had the term before, but this one had a balcony.