Harry’s POV
“Cavanagh!” Louis exclaimed, jolting up from his seat, startling all four of us and even grabbing the attention of the people inside the tent, including Paul. They hushed him quiet, reminding us that they are still fans waiting for us outside.
“What about Cavanagh, Louis?” I asked, slightly frowning. To be honest, the surname Cavanagh sounds really familiar but I do not remember whose surname it is. Cavanagh… Cavanagh… Cavanagh…
“Rae. Don’t you remember? Jasmine Rae Cavanagh.”
Ooh. Rae. Now I remember.
“So are you saying that she’s real?” I asked. The rest of the lads looked at me as if I suddenly became a microscopic organism. Before long, they turned to Louis, who was obviously thinking about it, probably reconsidering his intuitions.
“Yeah.” He finally answers after a few minutes.
Niall suddenly reacted. “But that’s impossible. Vicky looks like a bombshell-slash-living goddess and Rae is… typical.”
“You’re one to talk.” Louis scowled at him. “Your Liz is typical too, I guess.”
“No, she’s not.” Niall defends his buddy.
“She is, too.”
“No. Rae is.”
“Rae isn’t ty-”
“Seriously?” Zayn barged in, looking frustrated yet angry at the same time. “They’re just fictional characters to me. You’re seriously thinking that they are real?”
Deep silence ensued. No one said a word until I came up with the simplest, most non-offensive yet the most convincing explanation.
“Lou, maybe what Niall means is that Rae is very different from Vicky.” I said, letting the nerdy Marcel in me take over. “Vicky is blonde, Rae is a brunette. Vicky’s frame is, well, curvier, while Rae’s is quite… smaller.”
I explained everything in utmost consideration to what everybody is feeling. The words I use, too, are chosen carefully, so that no one will be offended by anything I say.
I continued. “Vicky is tanned, Rae is not. But that is quite irrelevant, especially that Vicky could’ve availed a spray tan or something-”
“You forgot that there are also things like hair-dyeing and, well, implants, Harry.” Liam pointed out. He is obviously on Louis’ side. Lou thanked him, making me give up with my explanation.
We heard a chuckle from Zayn. He seriously thinks that we’re whackos, thinking that the girls are real and defending them from each other’s judgments. Maybe we are…
“You can go out now, lads. They’re all gone.” Paul interrupted us. Getting the fans away from our venues usually take up a lot more time. Since we do not have anything else to do for the rest of the day, we decided to look for Vicky.
We immediately looked for the guard who accompanied Vicky out a while back and asked him if he knows where she went. Luckily, he did, in fact he escorted her to the place. He agreed to convoy us there as soon as we told him he’ll get paid to do so. He led us to a coffee shop overlooking the Thames River. After our safety is ensured, the bodyguard left us alone and went outside. The place looks serene and very homey. Looking around, I didn’t see Vicky.
“Where is she?” Louis asked, pulling a face. Judging his appearance, he looks really desperate to find the truth about the girls.
“Have you seen a blonde chick come here?” I decided to ask the group of guys hanging out at one side of the place.
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Stranded
FanfictionIt turned their worlds three hundred and sixty degrees. It was a surreal escape from the harsh reality, but once it went over the top and spilled to real life, it became a sticky mess they could not escape from. How would five pairs of people handle...
