destined. | h.s

5. victoria.

Liam’s P.O.V

We were left surprised by what the whole time Ariella was acting, we had come to think, that there was something that happened out there that must have offended her. I knew, I regret that she had to go through that, and we just let her go for it, although there are rough patches she could hit once cameras flick.

We’re in this park, near Big Ben, with a view I often admire when I get home after tour, I figured Abi, could love this as well.

I reached for my phone in my pocket, to see the number of messages and calls I missed.

22 messages and 43 missed calls.

All coming from Victoria. She must have slipped away from my mind, but again, there was nothing really going on between us, besides, publicity. The management explained to us, about this Ziam rumours and me being loveless for a year or two.

I can’t grasp any reason out of it though.

I scrolled through these clingy messages with the last one saying, “Dear, thank you for not turning your GPS off, I’ll be there!”

Even though, she had no sign of annoyance in this message, I can tell she is. That probably was what threatened me. I don’t want us to cause a scene here, and affect Abigaile or even Debbie.

We should probably be moving now.

“Niall, bro, We need to leave.” I whispered to him.

“What no, bro.”

“Please.” I plead.

He groaned, “Fine, I’m just going to call Zayn and Louis.” He walked away, while I proceeded to getting Abigaile away from what could possibly a humiliation to unfold. My heart had that beat that it will happen.

As I came within the reach of Abigaile, I grabbed her hand fast, “I think there might just be a fan, who’d soon start a stampede, so I recommend we go.”

By the looks of her reaction, she was baffled, but I have all that explaining part later. We briskly walked through people, and I am praying and is crossed fingers, that she wouldn’t be able to track me down.

Chances are it is either, she screen saved my place or she won’t find us, meaning, fifty is to fifty. I had to continually remind myself, to place optimism in all of this first, because, there is nothing else to wander about, than panic.

“Sorry, sorry–pardon–excuse me”

My head was turning different directions, scanning for any bad signs, and perhaps, she might just not show up.

Right.

Left.

Back.

Front.

Left again.

My throat just hitched, her ombre black to blonde highlighted hair reflected by the light, but she was looking away and she was Victoria.

“Quick.”

“Liam!” I blinked both of my eyes, and slowly turned around, I knew I was going to face this–metaphorical. I suddenly let go of her hand,“Who’s that?”

“Who?” I pretend, but I am assured it has been way to obvious that it was with her. “That one girl you’re with.”

A few of the people we’re taken their attention to us, which was worsening my sick feeling for her. “She’s, uh, a friend.” I looked back at Abi, her face red and befuddled.