Destined To Be

Chapter 3

The boys are playing currently on stage, whereas I am backstage watching them perform for the last time as five members.

Obviously, they haven't told the fans yet, they don't want to cause a havoc.

According to what Harry told me, they are going to take it slow. They are first going to inform that Zayn has taken a few days leave and then only will they announce his departure.

But this all just feels unreal. And it just breaks my heart to see them perform like this. They are current sitting in the middle platform of the stage and singing Little Things. This is the best part in the entire concert. With all the stage lights dimmed out and the flash lights from the phone of the fans giving this butterfly-in-the-stomach effext, with them singing along word to word, just makes it magical. They all are a bit emotional, especially Zayn. I can see him wiping the tears off from his cheeks.

Oh this is going to be so hard. But I guess that's what life is all about. Moving forward and being happy. If leaving is what makes Zayn happy, then I'll support him throughout his journey.

"Can you believe it? Cause I really can't?" I look to my side and see Lou standing there with sadness clear on her beautiful face.

"I can't either." I sigh.

"It's not gonna be the same is it?" she asks and I shake my head.

"Oh, it has all changed." comes a voice from behind us. Both Lou and I turn around and see a man standing looking at us gravely. He looks old, almost in his late 50s and has this aura of authority. He is dressed casually in a white T-shirt and blue jeans.

"Oh, Mr. Cowell, we weren't expecting you till tomorrow." Lou splutters, she looks flushed.

"Am I not allowed to come at my bands concert anytime that I want?" he asks sternly and Lou shakes her head hurriedly.

"No... No that's not... What I meant." she stutters looking a bit panicky.

"You may leave." he disregards her as his cold eyes land on mine.

I know who he is. He is the famous Simon Cowell, the one who created this band. The founder of the record label and management under who the boys work for.

"And you must be the famous Aditi Sharma." he says as he walks and stands next to me, looking at the boys performing on the stage. I turn around quietly too.

"And you must be Mr. Cowell." I say nonchalantly, not feeling engulfed by his authoritative aura.

"Please, call me Simon." he says without looking at me.

I don't reply back. He is totally ruining the moment for me. This is the best part of the concert and I'm not going to let this man ruin it for me.

"Sad that Zayn had to leave this way." he continues an unwanted conversation.

"If that's what makes him happy." I reply, standing and supporting Zayn at all costs.

"But it wouldn't have come to this." he says, shaking his head.

I look up at him jn confusion, "What do you mean?"

"None of this would have happened if it weren't for you." he says in the most casual yet accusing tone. And it's frustrating as he is still not looking at me.

"Are you accusing me of something?" I ask as I narrow my eyes at him.

He finally looks down at me. His cold glare makes me wanna run away, but I stand firm on the spot.

"Oh, dear. I knew you were the cause of destruction, but I didn't know you were that dumb."

"Cause of destruction of what?" I ask hotly.