In the boys' eyes is the abandoned play garden a 'nicer' place. They've been fooling around here for the past 30 minutes. I'm watching them, just to make sure that they don't do something dangerous. For some reason I don't want to play here. I want to go to the swings. I know a play garden that isn't abandoned and much more fun. "Guys, I know a better place to fool around and there are swings," I tell them. They all stop with what they were doing and turn their attention to me. "Where?" Calum says smirking. "Not so far from here, just follow me," I tell them. I walk down the road and a few minutes later we arrive at the play garden I was talking about. It's less old and safer. The other play ground was dead. Everyone forgot about it. This one is build for the 'new' generation. It also has much more devices. As a starter, this one has swings. I walk towards the swings and sit down. Luke, Ashton and Michael are playing on a seesaw. It's not that they use it as a seesaw though. They're using it as a balance, or something like it. The one who falls first is out or something like that. Calum comes walking towards me and I put on a smile. "So, what's up?" he asks as he sits on the swing next to me. "Nothing," I say with a smile. "There is something wrong. But if you don't want to tell me that's okay too," he says and stays quiet. I think he's waiting for me to answer. Or at least say something. I don't know if there is something wrong. Only the fact that I can't stop thinking about Tim works me on my nerves, but that's it. "I can't get my ex out of my head," I say eventually. "The one who cheated on you?" he asks and I nod. "Yes, there wasn't anyone before or after him," I say to him. "So you can say that he was your first?" he asks and I nod again. "Well, it's always hard to forget your first," he tells me. Is that all? "Who was your first?" I ask him. He shrugs. "No one special. 'Cause there is a reason why it didn't work out. There'll be someone better after," he tells me. His words are wise, I must admit. "I'll keep that in mind," I say to him with a smile. "How long has it been?" he asks me. "A month or so," I reply. "Ah, that's the hardest month," he tells me. "How do you know?" I ask. "I've got sisters," he answers. "Ow." Well, that's good to know. "And did they have many heartbreaks or something?" I ask him. "No, 'cause I like to scare their boyfriends," he tells me. I leave out a chuckle and he smiles at me. "You're a nice girl," he compliments me. "Thanks," I say thankfully for the compliment. "I don't understand why someone would throw someone as precious as you away," he tells me. Aw, that's kind. I suddenly think back on the conversation I heard last night. "Between us, who of the guys has a crush?" I ask him seriously. "I can't tell that," Calum says, raising his hands up. "What? Why not?" I say pouting. "Bro-code," he replies seriously. "But we're friends?" I say, still pouting. "Nope," he says, popping the 'p'. "Aw, c'mon? Not even a hint?" I ask. Calum shakes his head in response. "I don't like you anymore," I say, crossing my arms in front of my chest and pout. "I know you do," he smiles. Ugh. I hoped to find out who likes who. "It can't be Luke, 'cause he's the one that'll get mad if he finds out that one of you is dating," I tell him. I hope that he's going to give me a hint or something. He must tell me something. I want to know it. I've never been this curious before. Normally I wouldn't care who likes who, but this time it's different. "That is because Luke wants us to focus on the band," Calum replies. I leave out a sigh; "You won't tell me who it is, will you?" I ask, raising an eyebrow up at him. He nods with a smirk and I sigh again. I look around and see that some girls are now talking to Luke, Ashton and Michael.
Calum and I stand up from the swings and walk towards the others. They snap some pictures with their fans and I talk to some of them. "How is it to tour with them?" a ginger girl asks me. "It's quite fun. These boys are absolutely fun to hang with," I answer. Maybe it was better if we had brought guards 'cause now we're surrounded by fans. I'm too little to see the heads of the other boys. Shit. I lost them. "Luke?" I yell through the crowd of fans. "Luke?" I yell again as I don't hear an answer. "Calum?" I yell. Nothing. "Michael? Ashton? Anyone?" I scream. I don't hear anything but the girls screams. Damnit. Did they just dissappeared, or what? Well, with these girls it seems like they would. I wouldn't be surprised if one of them would be gone someday. I mean, it seems very realistic if one of their crazy fans would kidnap them. Suddenly I feel someone grab my arm and I'm pulled away from the mass of fans. "Where the hell are we going to? Who are you?" I say panicked. Who the hell is dragging me away? "Shh," the person says to me as a hand is placed on my mouth. "Get off me!" I say, but it's not audible. It's hard to make out what I just said, but I hope that the person gets it. I'm dragged away towards a corner of a building. It's a haird studio.
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I'm Victoria Parker. Daughter of Walter Parker and Cathrine Davids. My parents are divorced and my mum is seeing someone. His name is Martin Threds and I can't stand his daughter, Alexandra Peters. She has the name of her mother 'cause her mom wante...