Misadventure (One Direction)

1 - Beginning

Saturday, January 4, 8:47 AM

Liam stepped out of the black BMW. He considered treating himself with a cup of coffee. (Like a man should!)

It was a day before the second to last concert. The cold weather had Liam shivering as he jogged, looking for a place that sold hot drinks.

"Oh, my God! IS THAT LIAM?!" A young fan screamed.

Liam, holding his jacket close to him, sprinted towards a local coffee shop. Behind him a group of girls were after him, as if he was a lost puppy. He wanted to look back to how large the group had become, but one of bodyguards yelled at him to continue running.

To maintain his nerves from springing into chaos, he started to sing 'You and I' in his head:

I know how it goes

I know how it goes from wrong and right

Silence and sound

Did they ever hold each other tight

Like us?

Did they ever fight

Like us?

He stopped at near the University of London book shop when he noticed two young brunettes by a coffee shop. Although his body shouted at him to hurry inside, his mind wanted to know more about them. Both brunettes strummed their guitars and sang to the public. Their voices danced with their visible smokey breaths. A couple meters away, Liam started to slow down, because he wanted to hear them longer. As he watched from a broader view, there was a small crowd that stopped momentarily to listen to them, before returning to their daily lives.

Momentarily, Liam noticed the dark-haired girl with voluminous locks. The other gal had straight dark brown hair. When the glass doors of the coffee shop beam at him, and the screams escalated, he abruptly reached for the entrance and slammed the door open. The sudden agitated cry the bell startled the girls. Liam's eyes widened. His throat seemed to have shrunk, and felt dry, which made him take longer than usual to respond.

"Sorry, but they're coming after me," Liam apologized to the two girls. He entered quickly inside the toasty cafe as his body guards waited outside. Both brunettes couldn't say anything, they had their jaws wide open.

Inside, Liam bounced up and down on his feet when the group of screaming girls appeared in front of the windows. While he glanced back at the two girls, they had already packed up. They glimpsed inside the coffee shop. His cheeks turned red and he bit his lip, a little distressed that he caused this on the two performers.

Liam looked away. His eyes landed on the menu board. So many different coffee options to take his mind away for a moment. He stood there with his order in mind. Like a normal person, with the exception of screaming fans meters away, he waited in line patiently.

After a couple of minutes, Liam wanted to see if the girls were still with his fans, so he looked back. From just a second of observing them, he knew that the curly haired was looking for the source of commotion. Are they fans too? He wondered. His question seemed to be answered when she nodded in approval with a smile on her face. Before he could analyze them as fans, the cashier's voice startled him.

"I can't believe they're being stampede on," expressed the female cashier. He took a look at the brunette across the counter. She looked similar to the curly-haired girl outside the coffee shop. Yet, her hair was in a high ponytail.

"I'm so sorry ," Liam apologized as he glanced back at the girls.

The cashier started to laugh. Liam diverted his eyes from the window to her.

"Sorry, did I say something funny?" His eyes confused and his eyebrows pulled up skeptically.

"Oh, no, you didn't. I just thought of something." The worker moved her neck around, a little bit elevated, and she glanced outside the window with a grin. As the light glistened her eyes, he noticed the similar brown eyes of the singer outside.

Liam then realized that the girl he was talking with was related to the performers. He started to think of something to say. The first thing that slipped through his lips astonished the brunette across the counter.

"Why haven't I heard about them, Va-ne-ssa?" Liam brushed his hair as he read her name tag.

The girl beamed a little and shrugged to his question.

Then Liam noted, "the melody and their voices show their passion for music. They're like an adventure awaiting to happen."

Instantly her eyes return to his and said, "You should tell them that."

After a moment of silence, she asked, "Sorry, I should've not kept you waiting. What will you like to order?"

Liam replied, "a cup of today's special, please."

After a couple of minutes, he received his warm cappuccino cup. Before he paced away, he tipped the cashier. (Partly because of how she reacted to his words).

He strolled back to his body guard, who waited inside. The bodyguard began to tell him the how they were leaving the coffeehouse, Retrouvailles. While he tried to listen, his mind contemplating a way to reach the performers and apologize for the awful commotion. The only solution he could come up with was to send one of his bodyguards to ask for the brunette's number. Perhaps I will get to know them too, Liam inquired.

The body guard accepted Liam's idea and exited to tell his companion about Liam's request. He nodded and started to walk in the girls direction.

Liam observed his bodyguard and the girls as he stepped out into the cold January. His fans chanted his name and pleaded for his signatures and pictures with him. But his other bodyguard help him make his way to the black vehicle. The forest of arms tried to get him, but he focused on the brunettes.

The two girls had managed to get out of the crowd of girls. Finally, the bodyguard stopped next to them and told them about what Liam had told him. Both brunettes stared dumbfounded at each other. They almost seemed clueless to the screams and the freezing temperature. The curly haired girl pulled out her sharpie pen from her hair and jotted down her digits from a clean tissue. She smiled, gave her number, and said, "That was nice of him to consider us. Thank you!"

The two girls waved at the singer. Some of the fans noticed this gesture and began to scurry back to the two girls. Without hesitation, both brunettes grabbed their guitar cases and bolted out across the street into a white park. As they vanished from Liam's view, the bodyguard returned back to where Liam and the other bodyguard waited. The girls were gone, but at least he had her number and a clear path to leave.

"Liam, we better go," one of his bodyguards warned him.

Although Liam understood why he needed to move, he felt as if he was frozen and immobile. Before stepping into the car, a girl gripped onto the bodyguard with the guitarist number and dashed away. Liam felt that he had swallowed all his income at once. The begging of something great ended.