I don't want to be yours. I don't want to be anybodies. I want to be me. I want to be Boston. I want to forget about the past and live my life. I want to be noticed but unnoticed by you. Leave me alone, Liam, because this time we really will kill each other. Don't try and find me, because I don't want my memories to haunt me like they happened yesterday. Like Hollywood says, two celebrities never make it out alive. And we are the perfect example.


2. watching the brits

"You have everything set up?" I asked Jeremy as I finished tying my tie. 

"Yes, I'm connected to BBC so every television that watches the Brits tonight, I will know of their location."

"Good," I smiled as I buttoned the links at my wrists. 

"What makes you think she's going to be watching tonight?" He turned in his swivel chair. 

"She'll watch," I said. 

My limo arrived on time and soon I was being brought to the O2 Arena. I was freaking out, completely unused to having four other people with me. 

I was completely lost. 

~~Boston's POV~~

"Sweetie, the Brits are starting!" 

I rolled my eyes as the popcorn stopped popping in the microwave. "Why did you buy BBC…again?" 

"I love these British shows! They're so…so interesting."

I rolled my eyes as I went out into the living room, swiping the remote control from her. "Well I'm not watching any more British shows. 'Wanker' and 'knackered' are embedding into my mind."

"Welcome to the Brits!" The host began already. "I'll be your host for this evening. We have a lovely show tonight packed with amazing celebrity, awards, and performances. Here's a few that will walk along this stage this evening."

The screen faded to bring up pictures of celebrities as they were announced. For some reason I couldn't change the channel. "Adele. Ed Sheeran. Cheryl Cole. Liam Payne. Robbie Williams. Robin Thicke. Katy Perry."

My bottom lip dropping. 

"Boston," said Mom. "Boston we don't have to watch."

No," I said slowly. "I want to watch." 


We were halfway though the show. I didn't eat one kernel of popcorn and instead bit my thumb nail waiting. Then the last performance. Maybe he decided not to do it after all. 

Ed Sheeran started on stage, his guitar over his chest as he started to sing. I knew his music, I liked his music and once I knew the song was close to the end, I smiled. No Liam. 

"Wanker," I muttered. 

I spoke too soon. 

"Welcome, Mr. Liam Payne!" Ed shouted through the microphone. The audience went insane.

Was he actually any good without the rest of One Direction? 

My eyes opened as his raspy-sweet voice spoke through his microphone. His hair grew a little longer and his skin was a little paler from the winter time. 

"Oh my god," my mother spoke. "He's amazing."

She's right. He was truly amazing.

~~Jeremy's POV~~

I watched the screen light up like a Christmas tree. Most of England was watching the awards show, but of course she's not in England or I would have already found her. America was partially lit up, but we already ruled out America. Of course there was Ireland, but I highly doubt she would be on any British territory. 

Where was she?

My eyes scanned the screen until one green dot appeared on the screen. I smiled, "Gotcha." 

~~Liam's POV~~

I forgot what it felt like to be on a stage. The clapping, the music. I loved it. 

I got off with Ed, hearing my cell phone ring in my pocket. I fished for it and saw Jeremy's number. A smile lit up my face, tonight was a great night. 


"Sorry to bother, Liam," he started.

"It's alright. Did you find anything?" 


~~Boston's POV~~

I turned off the television. Mom already went to bed after the awards show was over, but I stayed up a little while longer. I got up and went towards the kitchen. As I threw away the cold popcorn I saw an invitation. 

Angels Of The Safari

That was the title of the party and in Cape Town. That was five hours away. I knew how much Pluto wanted me to go, but I tried to forget about it.  

I exhaled before pulling out my phone and dialing his number. 

"Boston?" He said, it sounded like he was sleeping. 

"Sorry to wake you--."

"No problems, just jet lagged. Tokyo to France to New York in one week is pretty rough." 

"I guess so, but do you remember that Victoria's Secret party you wanted me to go to in Cape Town?"

"You better be there," he said more sternly.

"I tried to forget," I said honestly. 

"Ugh, Boston, I'll call you a car." 

"You'll get me there before it's over?" 

"I'll get you a fast car. Just get your ass to that party."

With that he hung up and I heard my mom coming from her bedroom. "Boston?"

"Hey Mom, I'm actually going to head out."

"Head out? It's late."

"Pluto wants me to go to some party over in Cape Town. He's calling for a car." 

"Boston, I really don't like you going out so late." 

I stopped in front of her. "I know, but this could be it. I could be signed onto a fashion line, magazine, something!" 

"You just want the perks of being a model."

I walked passed and smiled, "Well that too." 

"Boston--," my mom was so close to yelling at me but the sounds of propellers filled the sky. 

We both went outside and saw a plane landing in my backyard. I crossed my arms, "Pluto did say he found me a fast car. Mom I'll be back before three."


"Bye Mom!"

I waved goodbye as I stepped into the plane and was given a headset. 

I looked down at her and saw her look at her cell phone. She brought the phone up to her ear and her eyes widened. 

She shook her head and motioned for me to come, but I couldn't understand why.

She pointed to her cell phone, telling me to answer mine. I looked in my purse and saw everything but my cell phone. 

In the end I'm gonna wish I remembered it. 

I hate being surprised.

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