A New Life
Chapter 15
Indias POV
It has been three weeks since Zayn and I broke up. The first leg of the tour was over and my agent had just given me a document I had to sign if I wanted to continue the tour. I knew I couldn't. I couldn't stand to see Zayn's hurt face, and I couldn't stand to see Harry. I needed to take time for myself to get better. I could record quietly at home and do some independent films, work on my art, do more philanthropy, I could design, the possibilities were endless. I want going to sign the document. I got all my bags packed, I was going to leave. It was too hard to say goodbye.
My bags were packed it was 6 in the morning. I grabbed my passport on my nightside table I was cutting an apple from the kitchen when I heard a rustle behind me. Niall walked out of the living room.
"Your leaving aren't you…" He looked hurt and betrayed.
"Ya, um can you not tell the guys."
"Why are you leaving." This was the most solemn I had ever seen the irishman.
"Niall, you know I have to.'' I looked at him pleadingly.
He nodded.
"Im sorry." My words were barely a whisper, I could feel the tears swell in my eyes.
He spread his arms out and I walked into them willingly. I couldn't cry, not know.
"Tell the rest of the boys I say goodbye, and tell Zayn I am sorry.." My voice trailed off. And with that, I left.
It had been three months form when I left the boys on tour. I had gotten some main roles on indie films and my album was a hit, was starting to design my own tweens line of clothing. But my life was lived more on the down lo. I decided to go snow boarding at the old cabin my family and I would go in Montana. It was a resort called Big Sky. It was the biggest skiing/snowboarding in North America. It was never crowded so there was a very small chance that I would get recognized.
I just pushed myself of the lift and sat on the snow to get strapped in an pushed my self off. It felt amazing my adrenaline was pumping, then all of a sudden a reckless skier ran into me. I fell as quirky as I could so I would not ran into him with my board. Damn skiers, they always thought the ruled the terrain.
the skier muttered under his breathe. "Fucking snowboarders…"
"Excuse me??" I said angrily "You were the one who ran into me!"
"Well I am sorry truly love, but maybe next time you can stick to one side of the trail." He dropped down his hand and I noticed the British accent.
I ignored his hand and got up, "maybe you can learn how to ski." and with that I got up and skied down the hill.
Once I got to the bottom I got in line for the lift. "Care if I join you?" a british accent came up from next to me and I looks up to see the same damn skier. It was 2 late we were already next. "Do i have a choice?" I asked.
"Well we best hope on it." Luckily on got on the lift smoothly, and a few awkward minutes passed before wither of us said anything.
"So you snowboard, but you ski much." He asked from behind the mask.
"Ya I skied for most of my life but switched to boarding a few years ago, I still do both but boarding is more fun."
"Huh.." He responded.
"Ummm, what about you?" I asked.
"I took a lesson boarding once…it did not go well." I chuckled he wasn't so bad after all. We continued to talk about where we were from he was from London (no surprise) I told him I lived all over the place, but I wanted to move to NY full time. Too soon it was time to get off.
"So I guess I'll see you later." I said when we put the bars up.
"No, your too nice, meet up with me and my friends I am staying with for lucy after this run, they will definitely like you." i happily agreed and skied with him down the mountain it was good to know that nice guys did exist in the world. and I deserved some fun. I took of my helmet and bent down to rack up m board when I heard the skiers voice behind me "so huh these are my mates."
I got up to face the all two familiar five faces and gulped. They looked at me shocked.
"Georgina?!??!!!" The boys of One Direction looked shocked.
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