Little Games

Epilogue

last bit; hope all of you enjoy.

I'll post Peripeteia tomorrow; unless I get enough requests to do it ASAP.

and here is the last part of Little Games before we move on to a whole new book; with a whole new plot and a whole new level of events.

hold on to your seats, ladies and gentlemen because it's about to get good.

Thursday, June 13, 2013
BB&T Center -- Sunrise, Florida

                                        Sofia's POV

        The M&G line was so long; I can't believe this many girls can afford to buy the tickets and I'm being truly honest.

        Tanya was one lucky girl; and I was lucky enough to have joined her. My parents allowed me to go with her to the concert and now we're in the line to meet them; I assure you I'm the only one, perhaps Tanya, that has met them before.

        As soon as we joined the line, Tanya and I started pointing out the girls who clearly wanted more than to just meet them; it was quite hilarious. There was this one girl with very tight high-waisted shorts and basically, you could see her crack; then there was this other one that had this deep V-Neck shirt and long story short, it was one millimeter away from revealing her full chest.

        It was pathetic how much these girls tried to get what they wanted from them. However, it's so terribly obvious how fast the boys would jump at the opportunity.

        But at the same time, I got scoffs because of the fact that I was the only one wearing jeans, Ray Bans hanging from my sleeveless shirt and white Converse with a loose bun.

        Ah, the irony.

"We're next, Sofia; are you sure you want to do this?" Tanya took hold of my arm and I diverted my attention away from the door that separated us from the boys.

        I hesitated before answering with an unsure smile.

"Yeah . . . let's get this done and over with."

        The doors opened, presenting four bodyguards; two per door.

        Too heavy on the security, lads; it's not like the fans are going to try and kill you.

        As we entered, two eighteen year olds passed by; imitating every other girl's wardrobe, they laid their eyes on me and snickers were heard.

"Who are you taking home? The trashcan?" One barked and I rolled my eyes at them; so dumb.

"Oh, I'm sorry, loves; I thought this was a Meet & Greet, not a prostitution line."

        That made them shut up.

        Tanya quietly laughed while I smirked and we both entered the room; it was just like the movies, you know.

        Everything was in slow motion and it was as if the boys and I were the only ones in the room; everyone else was nonexistent.

"Missed me?"

        The boys rushed to hug me, but I flinched, catching all of them off guard as they backed away from me. I gave out a subtle smile and explained.

"I could've done this various ways . . . but I wasn't as shallow to not confront you guys about it." I started and that's when Louis grabbed my arm, demanding to look into my eyes.

"Well, I guess you are not here to take pictures." The photographer said from across the room, smiling at all of us and I was about to smirk until Louis hardened his grip.

"What happened to you?" Louis urged and I laughed; now he's the oblivious one.

"What happened? What happened is that I let you guys in when I should've kept you out; after all, that is why this is happening." I gestured as all of them came forward, wanting to give a different explanation for the cause of events.

        But none of them dared to speak.

"Well, anyway; the point is that I'm moving on from this chapter in my life and because of that, here." I handed Niall the guitar since he was the one that gifted it; he took it with troubled eyes and I kept myself from giving in.

"It's yours, love; keep it." He extended it back to me, but I did not lay a finger on it.

"I can't."

        Niall took this as an opening and tried to console me, but I had already made up my mind; there was no way I was getting into this chaos again.

"Why is that?" Niall asked, his eyes searching for something mine did not convey.

"Because every time I lay my eyes upon it, reminders of all of you come rushing back to my mind and that alone pains me. I don't need the guitar to hold me back from moving on. Look, as I said before, I'm here to finish what we started; not to clean it up and make it better." I clarified so if there were any doubts about what I was trying to say, they were the ones making it up.

        Harry was the one that came forward with his eyes already red, but it wasn't enough to make him cry. His mouth trembled as if not knowing what to say until he finally made up his words.

"We're sorry." He let out a shaky breath, his nerves were getting the best of him, but at least he was the one with enough courage to say it.

        Alas, that wasn't enough either.

"I'm sorry, too." I stated with a sad smile; as much as I wanted to fix it, to not make it end here, I knew I couldn't because if I did, the mess would only become worse.

        As I walked towards the exit, Tanya trailed behind me. I dared to look back, taking one last glance at them before I left them for a new part of my life; a brighter future guaranteed with this new route.

"Thank you for the memories, but now it's time to make some of my own." I left; but it wasn't until six years that we met again.

        And in six years' time, a lot can happen.

six years later; and what do you guys predict?

**friendly reminder: Peripeteia << third book /// to be posted tomorrow, unless enough requests are sent to post it earlier**