Some Call It Destiny, I Call It a Coincidence

After leaving her North Caroline home, Zoe Meadows starts a new life in Ruislip, England. A surprise encounter with the boys causes her to have to make a decision. Who will she choose?


12. Chapter 12

“Okay, I’m ready to go,” I said while slipping on my black Toms, double checking that I had everything I needed in my purse. I looked over to the couch where I had left him but he wasn't there, instead he was back to looking at my pictures. “What do you find so fascinating about those?” I was standing slightly behind him and on my tippy toes so I could rest my chin on his shoulder.

He opened his mouth but stopped, rethinking what he was going to say. Instead of replying he began to mess with the corner of one frame before spinning it in a 180 so he could see the picture on the back. I figured that it was either 1) unimportant, or 2) he would tell whenever he was comfortable to say what he was thinking. I turned around, leaving him to look at the pictures alone while I tidied up my flat a little bit. I hummed silently to myself to break the silence while putting the Nando’s takeout bags, Victoria's Secret bags, and the pink tissue paper in a trash bag. I looked up at Liam once I finished to see that he had only move to turn the pictures to see the other side. I ignored the silence between us again and continued to clean up fixing the couch cushions, clothes scattered around, eventually making my way back to the bathroom.

I cleaned the counters, mirror, hung towels, put makeup away, and etc. After picking up a few more things from the cramped kitchen I headed back to the living room/bedroom. This time Liam wasn’t beside the dresser, instead he was sitting on the couch typing something on his phone. Without even looking up he asked, “are you ready to go?” I ignored that fact that he wasn't saying anything about the photos, but I accepted that he probably wouldn't for a while. In all honesty I was not looking forward to telling him, or the other four, about my past. It’s not that I did drugs or anything illegal, I just hate talking to anyone about my family. No one ever understood why, and I’m not sure I did either, but it was a touchy subject.

Neither of us spoke until we were outside. “Where are we going?" I asked.

“I didn’t really have anywhere specific in mind, I was just thinking of walking around and getting some food later.”

“That sound good to me.” The silence continued while we walked around, going nowhere in particular. I could tell that he was thinking about something, most likely the pictures, but not saying anything. I grabbed his hand and stopped, making him stop too. “Liam, what are you thinking about?”


“You can tell me.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Liam.” I was getting slightly annoyed, and it showed in my voice.

“It’s nothing.” He pulled away from me and kept walking.

“Liam Payne! You can not just walk away from me! Liam!” A few people around us looked at me like I was crazy, and others stopped whatever they were doing and looked at him.

“Shut up! Okay! I don’t need to be mobbed right now!” He hissed at me through clenched teeth.

“Then just talk to me. Please.” I pleaded. This was not the way today was supposed to go.

“I told you. It is ‘nothing’.”

“Then why don’t I believe that?” He was really beginning to piss me off.

“Because you are stubborn.” I was in shock. No one ever called me stubborn except Katie and Ryan.

“I just wanted to know what you were thinking about.” My voice was so low I wasn't sure if he heard me. A few tears ran down my face; I didn’t bother wiping them away. He stood there stunned, unsure what to do. Regret replaced the anger on his face and he walked over to me and pulled me into a hug whispering "I’m sorry" and shushing me over and over again.

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