The Roller Coaster of Life

CH. 17

IAN

Looking over the terrace, the fogbog catches my attention as London is once again draped in an embrace of mist. Big Ben shines through the mist, standing tall and proud over our city of rich literature. Bickering is exchanged from the early morning walkers and the energized market owners. Louis stands tall and lean next to me as we stroll through the crowds on our way to a friend of mine's flat. 

My mind still is entranced by what happened only hours ago. My Sammy, only a few feet away from me. Yet she did not gaze at me with the love that once lingered in her deep brown eyes, no. She glared at me with hatred and anger that I never imagined the canvas of beauty could possess. Samreen. That was my love's full name. Oh, how I loved that name. So exotic, compared to my boring three letter name.

Ian and Samreen was what the wedding cards would have said, if only she had been able to say yes. But the fool of an idiot, Chris, revealed all my past deeds to her too soon. I should have been the one to explain to her why I did those things I did. I was helpless, I had to. For our secure future. Only for us, no one else.

Because my world only consisted of Samreen and I. No one will take that away from me. No. One.

LIAM

I think back to the Ian guy, why did Sammy hate him so much? He seemed alright. 

"Sammy, I have a small question." I hastily whisper to her from across the room as we sit around Danny who was still in deep slumber.

She motions me to continue with a nod of her head before leaning back against Zayn. Zayn's arm immediately circles her small shoulders in protection as they cuddle against the couch in content. 

"Why do you and Ian seem to have beef?" I say and Dasha guffaws out a strangle of a laugh, making poor Niall jump in his seat.

"Really? You trying to sound cool or something?" Chandni giggles and I just stare innocently at them. What do they mean?

"What?"

"Never mind, Li. Well guess I have to tell you all the story now," Sammy starts before blowing out a breath, "So, basically, Ian and I were high school sweethearts. I met him in sophomore year, we dated for two whole years until I broke it off due to certain lying and murdering issues he had."

"Murdering?!" Niall squeaks out, cowering behind Harry.

"He was a bad boy, you could say. But he had murdered a kid who stole from this tattoo artist in our area. Apparently he got big dough from that. A couple months after that happened, a friend of mine told me the whole story. So the day he was stupid enough to think I would spend my whole life with him, I left him. Now he's back. But my question is, how the hell does Louis know him?" 

That's true... How does he know Ian?