Liam’s POV (Back to right before he met Angela)
I’ve just broken up with Danielle, and even though I broke up with her I really am not sure I made the right choice. I mean I am walking around in the middle of some city that I don’t know and crying over Danielle. I told that since her dancing career is really taking off and me being gone with tours and things that this long distance relationship isn’t working. I really regret that now I really believe she’s the one. Funny how they say you never know what you have until it’s gone, because that is how I’m feeling right now. Suddenly, there is lots of screaming coming from around the corner. Am I really that out of it that someone might have recognized me? I might as well go towards the fans it’s not going to help if I try and run.
“Oh my god I am so sorry.” I hear.
“No problem. I’m Liam. Why are you runnin? You’re not being chased are you?”
“No I just have a major headache. I’m Angela by the way.”
“Angela how about some pizza?” I offered.
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that since I ran into you?”
“My treat.”
“Okay I know a place not too far from here.” For the first time in a while I haven’t thought about Danielle.
A little while later we had arrived at a place called Pizz'a Chicago. As soon as we got there we got a seat and Angela got some cookie thing with ice cream on top. While it looked really good I stuck to more traditional deep dish pizza. We started playing 20 questions and some of the questions made me wonder if she knew who I was. I mean we had a concert here soon she must have at least heard about it a couple times.
"So, Angela can I have your number? I really want you to meet the lads." Did I really just say that? Oops I guess I'll see if she knows who I am. After we exchange numbers I had to leave but I quickly texted her to see if we could hang out later in the week.
L: Hey, can you meet up on Friday?
A: Yup ;)
I got a reply back almost immediately. I was super hyped up, and when I got back to the hotel I probably had a silly grin on my face.
I guess I was still smiling weirdly when I got back because Zayn immediately asks, "what's got you so cheerful mate?"
"I just met a really awesome person. Nothing to worry about."
"Alright, well if it's a she, and you want to introduce us…”
“Whoa! Who said anything about a girl, and no one mentioned you guys and meeting her.”
“So it is a she.” Harry says with a smirk.
“Who said that?”
“Umm, you did mate.” Louis (A/I I read that the way you would pronounce the name Lewis for some reason. Vecchio you’re getting to me!! Sorry, back to the story) adds, serious for once.
“Yeah, you literally just said she,” Harry points out.
“Yeah, yeah, it’s a girl and you’ll meet her cause I invited her over to hang out on Friday,” I reluctantly admit.
“You invited her over? What if she does something like tell the paps where we are, or bring a bunch of fans or something?” Zayn says worried.
“Trust me guys, when I met her she was running away from the fans. Said she had a headache or something. Anything that happens I’ll take full blame for, but I don’t even think she realises who we are.” I say truthfully. I’d be perfectly okay with taking the blame for anything that happens because I brought Angela here. She seems pretty cool and I really hope she isn’t faking not knowing who we are because I want to become better friends with her.
