Love has a rule. There is only a certain amount of hearts one can carry in their own hands without causing any damage to any of them. And that number is one.
When Lara Dias meets her idol, little did she know that when she went home that day, she al...
............................................................. Yes, THIS IS AN ACTUAL UPDATE
I'M BACK
I'm so sorry to have not updated in so long! I have a lot of the plot of this story planned, however my writing wasn't flowing not nearly as much as it did with Misplaced. So I forced myself to write you a new chapter before writing another single word of Misplaced.
Before you start, please read what I am about to say next. So Lara is Brazilian, and this chapter and onwards will have social media parts, like I will show a lot of tweets and intsagram posts and messages and etc. In the instagram part in particular there will be some comments in portuguese, coming from brazilian fans. Since the very vast majority here doesn't speak portuguese, I would put the translation like I did before however there are some things that will lose the humor in another language other than portuguese because many of the comments will have very typical brazilian fan comments. But to not leave you on the complete dark, I WILL translate them, but I will leave it as an INLINE comment next to the passage. So if your really want to know what it is said, then open the comments section to find out :)
So it's here! Hope you enjoyyy!!! It's not edited thoroughly, promise I will edit it later!
Xxx,
Sara .............................................................
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Lara's POV:
When I run, I always find my mind drifting away from the real world and away from the room where I stand running in a treadmill. With every step I take, the further I get deeper I dive into the pool of thoughts in my mind.
Sometimes I focus on the song I'm listening to; taking in every single lyric and trying to sync my strides with the rhythm of the music; or I maybe think of work and of any upcoming audition or event. Others, I think of the day ahead of me, or when the day before was a particular fun/eventful day, I think of it, and possibly of any happy memory I created, probably with Tom and Harrison. Sometimes I think of my parents and my sister, and of the old days when not many people really knew who I was and of the days my life used to be more ordinary.
But today I found my thoughts taking flight to Shawn.
Well, not that they never had before I met him, they did. But not in the same way that it was happening right now.
I kept thinking of our moments together yesterday, of the words we exchanged. I was reliving the moments on my mind over and over again so vividly, and mentally staring back into his warm brown eyes made my heartbeat pick up and my strides speed up along with it.
Everytime I imagined the day I met shawn, I imagined us becoming friends. I never imagined him thinking I'm attractive by just looking at me in the crowd, or the huge amount of chemistry we had, energy in the air in the very short space between us just thrumming.
