A Cup of Fate

5th Phase: Of New Acquaintances

5th Phase: Of New Acquaintances

I spend the rest of my day under the sun, along the long shoreline stretched beneath me. I walk along the edge of the shore as the waves are lapping against it. As the sea mist splashes gently across my face, it rejuvenates my whole being from the stress it went through for the past years. The salty ocean breeze ruffles my hair and blows me back on the shore with the ocean waves kissing my feet as I stand on the rocks. It seems like the waves are trying to wash all the pain I have had inside my heart. 

I head back to the beach house an hour later. I don’t want to bother Lou while she is working but I have to. I'm slowly getting bored. I'm an impatient person and I always take notice of the little things. Inside, the entire place is packed with people. There are a lot of cameras around, bright spotlights, and numerous tech stuff in which I don't know anything of. I pace through the sea of crew members, looking for any sign of Lou or Baby Lux, for that matter. Then, out of a blur, someone calls my attention- although I'm not sure if it's me whom he or she is calling. 

“Hey,” I turn around to see who it was. A guy sitting on a sofa motions me to come over. I don't know who he was and I don't have plans on doing that. The lack of light in the room makes his face so vague. I point to myself to ask whether it is me whom he is calling. “Yes, love. You.” The guy under the dim light confirms. I amble towards him in confusion. Why would he call me? As I approach the dark silhouette, I get a glimpse of its facial features. “Can you get me something to drink? I’m kind of thirsty.” I am offended by what he had just asked me. Did I really look like a water girl or an assistant? I didn't come to London to be known as a water girl- no. 

“You’re asking me to get you water?” I ask, slowly getting pissed off. I restrain myself from doing any further negative remarks on his side. I eye him intently, memorizing every detail of him: dark brown curls, green eyes, pale skin. He is none other than Harry Styles of One Direction. 

“Yes, please.” He mutters trying to look so innocent, pulling that lovely dimples of his. Psh. If he thinks he looks adorable in it, he's wrong. Okay, maybe a little- but that doesn't change the fact that he actually thought I am a water girl. That's very degrading on my part. No water girl went to Paris, France to study. 

“Oh. Okay, then. Water, coming right up.” I sneer, turning my back away from him as I roll my eyes in fury. I make my way through another maze of people, this time, looking for water to give to the Harry Styles. Other girls would probably be fan-girling right now if they were asked by Harry Styles to get him some water, but I don't. God. My blood is boiling because I can't still get over the fact that he actually thought I'm a water girl. Water girl. That's the worst thing I've ever been called in my enitre eighteen years of existence. It's just that offending. 

I am walking, and walking and walking. God. This is tiring. I can’t find him anywhere. He isn't there on the couch, where I left him. This is utterly stupid. Why am I even looking for him? I would just probably splash him his own water if I did find him. 

“Maggie,” A familiar voice calls to me. It is Lou.

“Yes?” I turn my body twards the direction of the voice. 

"Come with me." She grabs my arm hard and motions me beside her.

“I’d like you to meet the boys.” She says with a beaming smile.

“Wow. Okay.” I say in a world-weary tone. I don't show any interest in this- but I have to force on a smile. I don't want Lou to think I'm not tryin to socialize- although, I have zero percent skills in that category. 

“I’m sure you met Niall.” Lou begins, pointing to Niall.

“Hi there!” He speaks while waving Baby Lux’s arms. Flash a grin and nod. That's what I tell myself whenever I'm being intorduced to new people. It will always give them a good impression of you.