Misadventure (One Direction)

1.5 - Subsequently (Bonus Chapter)

Saturday, January 4, 2014, 9:06 AM

Liam dropped his hotel card on the counter after returning to his room. He pulled of his coat and jumped onto the soft and opulent couch. His ears started to warm up because of his toasty cup of cappuccino. While he sat on the couch he watched the foggy landscape. The snow started to sprinkle freely again, adding a grandiose magical layer of glitter to the primitive English buildings.

Liam was about to close his eyes when the door clicked open. He glanced back to spot a young dirty blond woman enter the room. Once she closed the sliver metal door, she dusted off the snow from her shoulders brusquely. She then removed her a black felt Fedora hat and a red coat paced into the open livingroom. At one point, one of her nails got stuck on her coat, and while she was trying keep her temper low, she couldn't yank her hand free. She pulled away with force and yelped afterwards.

"Good morning, hon!" Liam stood up when he noticed his wife's red cheeks. He took quick strides towards her and pressed his free palm onto her right cheek. He instantly removed his hand, and glanced back at his wife.

"You're so cold," he said automatically.

Liam felt horrible for the condition his wife was in, so he pulled her into a warm embrace. Just when he was about to kiss her, he sensed an unfamiliar cool scent from her neck.

Sophia briskly moved away to place her Prada bag on the lavish coffee table. She then spoke, as if Liam had greeted her moments ago, "The traffic was horrid this morning, but the message was so soothing. So when are you meeting with your mates for sound check?"

Liam looked away from her. She acted as if he would never find out what she was up to. But he finally did, the lingering smell of cologne.

"I got married to you because I believe in you. Why are you doing this to me?"

Right before Sophia could raise her left eyebrow at him, as if saying to him "What are you talking about", Niall was about to barge into the room, but stopped himself. The young blond fellow had heard the comment too.

Inside the living room, Sophia responded, "Nothing happened. The messager happened to be a male."

"But don't you have a say who can be the messager?"

Niall pulled down his long sleeves up to his wrists. He knew it was not right to listen to a private conversation, but he needed Liam. Afterwards, he lingered at the door, debating whether he should knock or wait for the argument to diminish.

"Liam, you are over exaggerating," Sophia said as she sat down on the couch and closed her eyes.

Liam's head was firing like a war zone. He wanted to tell Sophia that he wished that it was not true, that he believed her. But his sense of smell told him another thing: that she was seeing someone.

He didn't know how to put it out there, for Sophia stake. His love for her started from a very young age and he incessantly asked her to be his girlfriend. Just this past August, Sophia accepted to be his girlfriend. Then they married after New Years Day, and have been together ever since.

Liam walked over to the foggy window and noticed a group of fans; they found the location where One Direction was staying this week. At the image of the small gathering early this morning, transferred into another thought. It was about the brunette girls he observed today. With that simple memory, he had to confess to Sophia that their situation was not going to change: he knew that she had been seeing someone else behind his back.

"I know you saw someone today," Liam stated, while he faced her.

"What the hell, Liam. I married you to show you that I love you! I thought that was enough?" Sophia announced.

Behind the metal door, Niall gasped and combed his hair. Then he pulled out his phone and texted the rest of his friends for a meeting. He decided to make his hotel room the place where they would meet. He pivoted back to his room after he texted them. He did not want to hear any longer.

At the other side, Liam's phone buzzed. Liam skimmed over the simple text and headed out the door.

+ + + +

7:05 PM

"Now that we're together, lads," announced Niall, closing the door after Harry walked in, "I want to talk about how's everyone today?"

Louis, on the beige carpet, glanced up at the three males in the room, as if saying "What's up with Niall today?"

Zayn and Liam, both on the massive chocolate-colored chesterfield sofa, shrugged their shoulders. Harry stood smiling beside the huge luxurious couch; he really enjoyed having theses meetings with his friends.

Seconds passed by. No one wanted to speak first, so Niall took a seat on the coffee table and started the conversation.

"Liam, how are you feeling today?"

Liam stared at Niall and said, "Why did you picked on me first? Harry seems to be excited about something." Liam pointed at grinning curly-haired boy.

Harry did not wait to be told to speak, so he spoke. "I got a couple of tickets for your ladies," the curly haired sang as he wiggled his eyebrows to Zayn, Louis and Liam.

"That's great!" Zayn smiled and took one for Perrie, his fiancé. Louis nodded in approval as he received a ticket for his own fiancé, Eleanor.

"Thanks, thanks a lot," Liam mumbled. He used his arms's strength to push himself off the couch, but Harry pushed down gently on Liam's shoulders.

Harry, with furrowed eyebrows, asked, "Wut's wrong?"

"I-Um, I don't think Sophia will go to the concert. She has other plans, plans that involve her and not me."

"Sorry 'bout that buddy," Niall responded. His mind flooded back the argument the married couple had before the meeting.

"Maybe you should go out for a bit. Maybe it's the nerves for Sophia and the band," Zayn suggested.

"Yeah, probably." Liam glanced at his friends and his lips formulated into a small, forced, appreciated gesture.

"There's something else you want to tell us," Louis statef after a couple of silent seconds.

Liam took a deep breath and elaborated Louis's incite. "Today I kind of met two guitarists."

"There was a mob when you met 'em?" Harry asked; he knew the typical scene when one of them is exposed to the open. Wild crowds.

"Yes. I can't stop thinking about them. I feel horrible from moving them from the place where they were performing," Liam answered.

"And you want to apologize to them?" Harry asked, his smile already gone, yet was focused in Liam like a psychologist.

"Of course! It was my fault for the chaos they experienced," Liam replied.

After a few moments of silence, Zayn said, "And so-."

"When do we find who they are?" Niall asked, exhilarated about the idea of discovering small musicians.

Louis nodded and Harry patted Liam's shoulders. Zayn switched his eyes from Niall and Liam in disbelief. He thought about what happened between Liam and his wife. No, he could imagine how bad the situation Liam and Sophia were in. After the mere thought of it, he rubbed his forefingers on to his forehead.

"Soon," Liam responded.