Knocking on my Door

Chapter 22 part 2

Remember that angel is in disguise :)

(That is what she looks like) This chapter is dedicated to one of my favourite author whose story had inspired me in the first place: Iamthevoldemort!

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The singers that came on seemed to be quiet old. Everyone else thought so too, because the big crowds were disappearing. Jerome and I soon left too. Danny was where we had left her, sitting on the beach chair.

"Hey I'm going into the water a while," Jerome imforms me, "Want to come?". I nod, kicking of my shoes.

"Race?" Jerome asks, "On 3!", he tells me. I get ready, thinking he's going to count. But instead, he just yells "Three," making a run for it. In a few seconds, I also break into a run, only to stop when I feel the cool water on my heels.

There are many people in the blue water; some surfing, some playing and some swimming. The only empty place in the whole beach is the far end of it. I put my hand through my (temporary) black hair. The dye doesn't feel as smooth as my natural colour.

Suddenly, I'm on my back, drenched on my backside. I have been knocked over. I turn my head angrily, to see a broad boy, with straight hair who has his back turned to me. Also he's the one who knocked me down. His tanned skin and bronze hair remind me of Liam...

No! Forget them! Move on! I think to myself. But, try as I may, I know deep down that it's not as easy as it would've been if I wouldn't, kind of, be in love with them. Although, I will try hard.

"Angel," I suddenly hear Jerome's voice, taking me out of my thoughts. "Are you OK?" he asks giving me a hand. "What happened?", he laughs.

"That guy-", I turn to see that the guy has disappeared. "Never mind." I say, "I think I brought another T-shirt," I say. "Be right back."

I run up to our spot, the sand sticking to my wet feet. I look into my basket, really hoping I hadn't forgotten the T-shirt. I had.

I  sigh and head back to the water, where Jerome is, cursing at that boy who knocked me over. I accidently bump into two people with popsicles. The pop’ falls out of one of thier hands and onto my feet.

“Ah you-”, I look up and freeze, for the people I have bumped into are no other then Harry Styles and Liam Payne.

I start to panic but then realise that I’m in disguise. There’s no way he would remember! After that, the unbelieveable happens.

“I am so sorry,” Liam says. He looks up at my panicked face.

“Angel?”, Harry guesses. I can’t believe it! He recognised me. I thought I did a good job. Of coarse, Jerome recognised me but he was an exception. He was friends with me for a life time. I stare at Harry. “It is you isn’t it?”, Harry says grinning like a doofus. I don’t reply. “Pretty good disguies too.” I can’t believe he’s so chill. Doesn’t he get that tomarrow my life would be ruined. Liam beside him seems too sad to even say ‘hello’. Well then, hell with it. I break into a run. I don’t say a word, I just run. So it wasn’t a hullucination when I saw curls.

I hear my name being called. I turn to see Liam chasing me. I take a turn and run across the beach and perposly through the crowds in hope that I’ll lose Liam. I get out of the crowd and onto the far and empty side of the beach. The only peaceful side on Coney Island. Perfect to sit and cry.

I stand corrected! Liam has somehow managed to stay on my heel!

“Angel”, he says, sadly. A singel tear falls from my eye. “Please don’t cry...”. Another tear falls from my eye.

“Angel!”, Liam whines. There’s a long silence.

“I’m going to ask Simon not to make you do the interview!”, He almost yells, standing up. I stare at him.

“What?”, I ask, my voice cracking.

“I’m going to beg if I have to.” He rants. Then he calms down and sits down beside me. “If I had a choice between you and One Direction’s reputation.” He looks at me and wipes my tears. “It would be you. Fame comes again but this might be my only chance to get you.” He leans in and kisses me lightly. It lasts two seconds but it’s perfect.

He gets up and pulls me up too, not letting go off my hand when I’m up.

“So how about some accent lessons?”, he asks me, while we walk back to the beach.

“What?”, I say in a fake accents. “I don’t need them.” He chuckles.

“Trust me you do!”. I hit him on the shoulder.

Also, just for the record, it was nothing like the movies. It was private but the it wasn’t sunset. Heck, it was only two O’ clock!

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OK, so this isn’t the last chapter. There will be a epilouge. Well then see you next week. Oh and my holidays last 8 days in July so no updating there. The RV has internet but I don’t know if I’ll use it so much. Hey I wanna have fun 2! Don’t worry though. I’ll give the sequeal a start and finish this at the least. Also the entries for character is open till my first chappie of Knocking me Down. (Sequeal)