ESCAPE

Chapter 12

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ZAYN

I followed Louis to the bus and we decided to pose for our fans, that was the least that we could do for them.

'Hey', I said as I signed one girl's CD and she squealed as I did so. As I moved on to the next person I was given a photograph to sign and when I saw the picture, my heart faltered for a second.

It was a photo of Nova and I.

'I miss you guys', she said and I mustered up a smile, 'I miss her too, love', I said and she caught me off guard with a hug, which I happily accepted.

I was beyond grateful towards these girls who supported us through out the thick and thin. I could still remember the day when thousands of them gather in support for me as we attended Nova's 'fake' funeral.

I had never felt so angry that day. I felt like I was lying to these girls and all they ever wanted was to make me feel alright. I was being forced into this whole mess again and the worst part was that, I actually wanted to do it this time and I didn't know why.

I let go of the fan who's name she said was Julie and I signed the photo with a smile. 'Thanks love', I said and she smiled at me.

'That was very sweet of her', commented Louis as we entered the bus and I nodded. 'Those girls are nothing but sweet, they know how to turn my day around that's for sure', I said and he nodded in agreement.

As we walked in, I caught sight of Valentina who was laughing along with Niall and for a split second I felt terrible.

Valentina saw me and she suddenly became quiet, which made Niall to turn around.

'Hey', he said and I waved.

'Where's Harry?', I asked.

'Recording room', he answered and Louis let out a low whistle.

Harry alone in the recording was never a good sign. That was when he would let out some steam and none of us would dare to approach him as he did so.

'I'm going to make a quick call', said Niall as he got up and she nodded.

'Hey, that's my green whistle!', exclaimed Louis and that was when I saw the bloody whistle in her hands.

'Oh no you don't', said Niall as he stopped Louis who pouted.

'That's for her to use if she's in trouble', he said and Louis rolled his eyes.

'Actually that's a good cause to that annoying thing', I said as I remembered the numerous times in which Louis had blown the blasted thing into my ears in the past.

'My whistle', pouted Louis and Niall lead him away so he wouldn't try to pry it out of her hands.

With them gone it was just Valentina and I; couldn't get anymore awkward could it?

I stuffed my hands in my pockets and she looked around trying to find something interesting which I doubt she would find in here.

The door opened again and Liam entered.

'Oh', he said as he saw the both of us standing alone and he turned back to exit but the screams  of our fans made him slam the door again.

He quickly excused himself towards the back where he was greeted by a loud, 'LIMA BEAN!!!!',  shortly followed by his groan.

Valentina had a smile pulling at her corners and I couldn't help but chuckle as well, to which she looked up at me.

'Can I talk?', I asked and she shrugged.

'Harry told me what happened and I'm sorry if I ever made you feel that way', I said as I approached her.

She didn't respond in anyway and stood immobile to my words.

'It's just that I didn't want you to get hurt. It's happened before and I don't want it to happen again', I said and she looked at me.

'Can you say something?', I asked, almost a plea.

She looked around and I realized that she was looking for a piece of paper, so I dashed to my bunk and ripped out a piece of paper from my sketch book and grabbed a pen on the way.

You don't hate me?

My eyes widened at her writing.

'Why would I?', I asked stunned.

You saw my scars

'So?', I asked.

You do not think I am disgusting?

I blinked as I read it and when I looked at her, I could see the tears fill her eyes and I ran my hand through my hair.

'Valentina', I said and took her hand in mine and she looked at me.

'Your scars do not define what you are. You were treated in an inhuman way and it does not make you  low in any way. I don't think your'e disgusting, I think you're perfect, love', I said and I watched as her glossy eyes widened with each word that came out of my mouth and then attacked me with a hug.

I chuckled as I patted her and I could feel her small body tremble with the tears that came down her face. 

'There's no need to cry anymore. I'm sorry if I ever made you feel that way', I said and I pulled away to look at her.

She sniffed and wiped her tears with the sleeve of the sweater but she stopped midway as she did so and looked at me in alarm. 

I couldn't help but laugh as she did so.

'That sweater is yours. I don't mind', I said and she smiled as she wiped away the rest of her tears.

'Valentina?', called a voice which I recognized as Harry's and we turned to find Harry behind us.

'Wait. Was she crying?', he asked stunned and she quickly shook her head.

'I was just saying sorry', I said and smiled at her, but she was writing down something.

'When you guys are finished, I'd like to talk to her', he said and she looked up at him with confusion and he smiled at her.

'It's nothing serious love, I promised to explain everything to you, didn't I?', he asked and she nodded with a smile and then gave me the paper before she left with a smile.

I watched as Harry lead her towards the recording room and then closed the door behind them. I hoped she wouldn't get scared, it wasn't because I didn't trust Harry, heck I trusted that boy with my whole soul, it was the fact of how she would adjust with him and with everything that was suddenly happening around her.

I looked down at the paper in my hands and read what she had written.

I understand your pain. I'm sorry for misjudging you

But before I could smile or take in those simple words, my thoughts were shattered by a scream and a cry for help.