A Cup of Fate

16th Phase: Rumor Has It

a/n: before anything else, I want to apologize for the slow updates. :'( i really had trouble with this one because I suffered an extreme writer's block. It was hard following an intense scene then bringing it back down. this chapter is not an OMG scene for everyone but it has it's purpose in the story. So I'm sorry if it's not as good as the last one and I know some of you are dreading for some MaggiexNiall or HarryXMaggie scenes. :( I hope that you'll still like it though.

this chapter is dedicated to @Niallerslaughxx because well, she's an awesome person and thank you for the votes and comments. Xx Go follow her and read her stories too! She's an amazing writer. :)

 

16th Phase: Rumor Has It

It is a stupendous day in London. The sun is radiant against the blue sky, the clouds are clear spreding throughout the infinite sea hovering above me, the cold weather is merged with the warmth of the sun's rays; it is stunning. It is something I can never picture in my dreams. 

Liz and I are currently at the mall doing some ‘farewell shopping’ as what she calls. I plop down to one of those cute bean bag chairs in a shop waiting for Liz to pick out an outfit. She’s been roaming around the shop going through every rack, rummaging for that perfect dress and shoes that she desperately needs. She looks so panicked and undecided- a total wreck but, she still looks so lovely. 

“Which one looks better on me: the pink one or the blue one?” She asks balancing both dresses with her hands.

“Hmm...” I crease my eyebrow, running my forefinger through my chin, head resting on my palms, trying to decide which looks better. “I think the blue one is cute.” Liz raises the blue one criticizing at it entirely. 

“Are you sure? I think the pink one is lovely too.”

“Why did you ask for my opinion, then? You already had a choice.” I scoff wwith a slight chortle at the end.

“I want to know if you would agree with me, which in this case, you didn’t- thank you very much. Now I’m having a hard time choosing.” She whines. Liz acts like a kid sometimes even if she’s 19 already. It’s charming and adorable all at the same time in a way. Liz went running back to the clothes rack searching for more options and I am left at the bean bag, slowly sinking to the ground, waiting for her to come back.

To be honest, Liz is the one doing most of the shopping and I’m the one thinking of farewell in this so called “farewell shopping” of hers. Just the thought of farewell sickens me even if I had been through a lot of farewells and arrivals in my life. Goodbye's are really just that hard to accept- just as difficult as accepting something foreign or alien to you. There's nothing easy in this world any longer. Everything is tough and that is why one must keep it's feet planted on the ground and stay anchored- stay strong. 

My days in London are numbered already. Tomorrow is the last day I would be in London. I’ll be spending my new year in San Diego and stay there until the immigration papers are processed. It hurts knowing I’ll be leaving some close friends behind but I know I’ll probably still see them sometime soon- when they go to San Diego for a show, maybe. I don’t know. Whenever it was, wherever it is, I know this won’t be the last time I will see them. I've kind of grown into them. They are something you can't just not see.

I really don’t know what’s in store for me back in San Diego. I know I should be excited and probably jumping up and down right now in glee because that was what I wanted. I come to love London already and part of it being me not really hyped up to leave is because of the fact that one way or another, I have to face Gabby. I don’t know if I’m ready to see her yet, let alone hear everything from her.