Love With Abandon

What's Going On?!?!

"Why is the world so unfair?"

Liam and I were seated in a deserted area, staring up at the clouds from the spaces in the treetops above our heads.

"I don't think life is ever perfect. When you're a normal person, you wish you were someone special. When you're a special person, you want to be someone special." Liam looked forlorn.

"Is that what happenned to you?" I asked curiously, staring up at him.

"Maybe. Don't get me wrong, I love my job, I love the boys, and I wouldn't trade it for anything, but sometimes I want to go back to the way it was, when I didn't have girls all over the world stalking me." He draped an arm over mine, and tingles shot up it. I fidgeted nervously.

"But aren't artists supposed to expose themselves?" I asked turning my head to face his light, shining, playful brown eyes.

"Only the best can, and that would be emotionally. These girls literally know stuff about me even I forgot about myself."

I smiled, and he smiled back at me.

Liam and I were spending more and more time together. In my few minutes of spare time, I would spend it with him. He had messed up with me, but inside, he was really sweet, and kind. He was wise, and he was good. There was something in his eyes though...

But something was going with us. I could feel the tension in the air between us, yet it felt foreign touching him. I would look back into my memory of the last time I saw him, and I would suddenly crack a wide, glowing smile, something I hadn't done in a very long time.

"Hey lovebirds!" a boyish-looking man said, followed by three other boys.

"Hey, you're the annoying guy. Louis right? And you're Harry?" I asked, without realizing what I had said, until he looked hurt, "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, really..."

Louis burst into laughter. "I'm kidding, you should've seen your face though. Yes, I'm Louis, this is Harry, and this," he pointed to a boy with stunning eyes and brown hair, "is Niall. And this, " he gestured to a boy dressed rather fashionably with black hair and black hair, "is Zayn."

"Zayn? That's an awesome name!" I said, trying to save myself from my previoiusly rude comment.

"Angie! Break's over!" my choreographer yelled from across the field.

I sighed, and got up.

"Bye," I said.

He smiled. I could feel his eyes trailing me across the field, and suddenly girlish giggles coming from the boys.

***

"So, who's the guy?" Taylor asked.

"What?" I asked, awaking out of a daydream of sitting underneath the oak trees with LIam, staring at the forget-me-not blue sky, at his beautiful eyes.

"What guy were you dreaming about?"

My face turned red. "No one."

She raised her eyebrows.

"Okay, in that case, why don't we choose a song? This week is 'Artists on the Rise'. What are you thinking of?"

"I was thinking about Bridget Mendler, 'Ready or Not'?"

"Great. Let's try it out."

***

"So, we have a guest mentor for choreography," Taylor announced.

"Oh, really, who?"

"Liam..." she said, rolling her eyebrows.

Taylor was nearly seven years older than me, but she could act so much like a child sometimes. This was one of those times.