The Rogue | Louis Tomlinson

Chapter 3

Amelia Rogers

I can't help but think things as well.

Lily could be right, he was looking directly at me... And we never broke the stare...

But the thing is, what if the girl behind me was doing the same? Staring at the front man just as he was staring at her? He was meters away so he could have been looking behind me when I thought it was me who he was eyeing. And what assurances do I have anyway? It's not like this is a destiny-kind-of-stare when the lead guy meets his leading lady at one of his gigs.

He's too famous to even notice me, he could be meeting up with a model or another singer or someone just as famous as him for all I know.

But I felt it too. The connection, I mean.

I felt it, it was there!

But it could have been just a feeling, a really extreme feeling when you lock eyes with someone famous.

And here I am, strolling in the mall for lunch with Lily, who hasn't stopped babbling about last night, when I felt that feeling again.

I notice her smile go way up to the sky.

I looked at her direction and there I saw last night's frontman, staring at me once again.

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He was just staring.

I was doing the same.

I didn't know if I should smile or yell, he was just there. Staring with an emotionless face. I smiled, in return, to avoid making things awkward. And when I did, he appeared to have snapped out of his daze. He flicked his attention back to the shelf, grabbed a few things and went to the counter.

"Oh my god, Mia. I don't think this isn't a coincidence anymore. He's in here, in the mall---"

I cut her off. "Of course it's a coincidence, Lily. He's in Manchester and this is the nearest mall from where he performed last night. We're near here as well. That's the only reason why we are able to meet in this damn store."

She looks at me in disbelief, trying to figure out what to say. "But--" she starts.

"Yeah?"

"But of all the places here in the mall, why is he here in the this damn store?" She's not going to give up.

"Because he likes vintage stuff?" I say, not believing every word of my conclusion.

"And you like classic things too."

"Lily, forget about it."

"Have a nice day sir!" The lady from the counter squeaked. She must have known him too. She had her eyes glued to him, desperately hoping he'd look at her. I flicked my eyes to the frontman who was just looking at his phone, he grabbed the bag the lady handed him and he started walking out.

He's leaving already...

"Do you think they still have the music box that plays tunes from Mozart? I really wanted that one because my mum used..." Lily's voice disappears in my ears as I keep my focus on the frontman walking out of the store.

When he passed the doors, he stopped in front of it and he just stood there. I waited for him to turn his head to my direction but he didn't. He just stood there, his phone in his ear.

Then slowly, his foot tapped to the right, making a turn to the door. His eyes landed above, possibly reading the name of the store.

And before he took off, he took one glance at me.