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?


6. Chapter 6

*Zoe's POV*

As Harry and I walked throughout London we talked about simple things like favorite foods and other things of that sort when all of a sudden all these obsessed fans begin to run after us. I break into a full sprint a few minutes later I realize that Harry is no longer beside me, he is still walking as if there were no fans. These girls don't stop once they catch up to him they begin to gain speed, coming closer and closer to me. Their expressions only show anger and in their hands they carry stones. "Oh god, please say they don't throw those at me," was the only thought running through my mind. Suddenly a hand grabs be pulling me into an alley behind a dumpster. I struggle for a minute until I realize who's voice it is; Ryan's.

"I told you these British pricks couldn't be trusted," he said matter-of-factly.

"Ryan! I am so glad to see you," I attempt to say while panting. The next thing I know I feel his lips pushing against mine and his body forcing me against the wall while one hand is in my hair and the other around my waist.

I sit up in my bed, still half asleep, breathing heavily. I decide that falling back asleep will be impossible and get up to turn my tv on. The only thing on are infomercials, weather, and boring news things no one cares about. About 25 minutes into some pointless infomercial on hair curlers I grab my phone and skim through the latest news on Twitter and Instagram and text Harry and tell him I woke up early so head over early if he wants. About 25 minutes later I fall back asleep, continuing the same dream.

Ryan's hands are no longer in my hair or around my waist, instead both are up my shirt-moving dantly but forced. I try to back up but instead I hit the wall and when I try to push him away he takes my arms and pins them to my side, squeezing them tight enough I can feel the circulation to my fingers begin to cut off and progress up my hands causing me to scream in pain to only be muffled by his lips connecting with mine again. Eventually I give up since he is about a hundred pounds heavier than I am and all muscle. Suddenly his body is pulled off of me and I hear his head slam into the dumpster we were next to. I see body parts be flung at him and every hit sounds like rapped knocking.

Dazed I sit up, breathing heavily again. I hear knocking at the door and someone saying my name. I get up and cross over my room to head to the front door, unlock it, and open it. I immediately regret opening the door once I see Harry raise his eyebrows and looking down notices that my shirt was longer than my shorts except for the one spot that I didn't pull down, my neon pink socks, and my hair in a loose, and messy, ponytail. I blush and readjust my shirt."I'm going to guess that you aren't wearing that today," Harry stated as if seeing girls in their pajamas was completely normal.

"I wasn't planning on it. I accidentally fell back asleep, I'm so sorry."

"It's fine. I'm here early so it's not big deal."

"I just need to change if you want to come in and sit down."

"That sounds nice, thanks."

I let Harry enter before closing the door and gesture to the couch saying, "sorry, I know my place is so small, it's the only thing my parents were willing to pay out of the thousand other bigger housing areas."

Shaking his head and laughing he says, "it's no big deal. It's just weird to be in such a small area I'm used to our huge house."

"Being famous must definitely have it's perks, huh?" I walk over to my closet examining my closet before grabbing my "be the change you want to see" shirt and walking over to my dresser to grab some shorts.

"It does. There are a lot of negative parts to it also." He looked questionably at my outfit choice.

"What? Is something wrong with this outfit?"

"No, nothing is wrong with it. It's just that it is the middle of May. It may be a little colder out then you think."

"I'm from North Carolina, I think I can handle a little cold weather."

"Okay," Harry said skeptically.

I walked to over to the bathroom and once I stepped inside I changed out of my pajamas, folded them and set them onto the toilet for now. I quickly did my makeup, brushed my teeth, and etc. The struggle was my hair. It was naturally wavy but I usually straightened it which was about a 35 minute process on good days, guess that means I will be going natural today. I wet my hair using the shower hose and brushed it out adding a few clips Katie so generously donated to me in our first year of community college. I walked out of my bathroom, set my pajamas on my bed, and moved down to slide the suitcases from under my bed out. grabbed a multi-colored floral satchel from one and my black polka dot Keds. After moving everything from my other purse to this one and putting the suitcases away I was ready.

"Okay, I think I'm ready to go."

"Uh huh."

"Harry? Are you okay?"

"Uh huh."


"Huh? Sorry what?"

"I was asking you if you were okay. You seem kind of dazed."

"Oh, sorry, I spaced out for a second."

"Well I'm ready to go now."

"Great," he exclaimed jumping up and leading me to the door. "After you ma'am," he said jokingly tipping his head while holding the door open for me.

"Why thank you kind sir," I said giggling. Harry moved out of my way so I could lock the door and we started to descend down the stairs to the street when my stomach started to make noise.


"A little bit."

"There's this little breakfast diner I passed by on the way to your place. Do you want to go there?"

"Do they have food there?"


"Great! Lets go!"

As we walked to whatever this place he was telling me about we talked about various topics like how my pet peeve was when people blast their music when they have their headphones into how he pranked Niall the other day by taking all the food out of the fridge. After what seems a lifetime we reach the breakfast place. I order a small coffee with cream along with a bagel and Harry just gets a coffee.

After a while I get annoyed with all the people staring at us and I look at him and say, "how do you handle all these people watching your every move?"

"Easy, I don't do anything too stupid. I don't really care what these people think of me."

"Sounds simple enough."

"Yep. Do you mind if we go back to your place? I'm in more of a lazy day mood today. Sorry."

"Sure. You're gonna have to lead us the way home since I don't know where anything is here.”


*Liam's POV*

"Where in the bloody hell is Harry," screamed Louis at the top of his lungs while slamming the door to Harry's room, obviously pissed. "I will kill him if he is with Zoe!"

"How would he be with her if he doesn't even know where she lives or have her number," Zayn said trying to calm Louis down.

"It's Harry! Who knows how he got her number. I only gave it to Niall," Louis whips his head to look at Niall and runs full speed at him before I have the chance to blink. "What did you do! What the bloody hell did you do," he yells in Nialls ear while getting an arm ready to punch him and holding his shirt collar.

"I, uh, he, um," Niall stammers obviously terrified to speak.

"Niall, I will kill you if you don't tell me!"

"Well after I put her number in my phone Harry asked if he could see it and so I gave it to him." With that Louis begins to punch Niall with intent to hurt him aiming for his face, stomach, and doing everything possible to harm him. Zayn and I immediately grab Louis arms pulling him off of Niall and urging Niall to go to his room or somewhere away from Louis.

"No! I'm done with him. I'm going to go find Harry," Louis said fixing his outfit and leaves grabbing his beanie off the couch.

"Do we go after him," Zayn asked already following him.

"No, Harry deserves what is coming to him; if Louis can find him that is."

"Okay. Niall mate are you okay," Zayn asked concerned.

"Ya, I'm fine. Just a little bruised," he replied while rubbing the right side of his face that Louis had gotten the best shot at.

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