Louis's POV:

I had just let the girl of my dreams walk away. I brought my knees up to my chest and put my face in my hands. And I cried. I cried because I was scared I would never see her ever again. I cried because I was scared that I couldn't fix it for us. But mostly, I cried because I was scared that we would never get together again.

I heard the car door open. Hazza's voice filled my ears. "I take that it didn't go well?" I didn't answer, only shaking my head. I had ruined my life with just a stupid mistake. I had watched Samantha walk away. I couldn't take it anymore, all the pain. Two years we hadn't seen each other and when we finally do, our meeting isn't on a happy note.

Somehow, I could understand why she didn't come crawling back to me. I knew that if it were other people, they would come back only because of my fame and money. But Samantha was different.

The future was and unknown darkness that I had to eventually face, the present a twisted path. Would I let fate decide my destiny, or would I take control?

Samantha's POV:

In the car, I didn't cry. I felt like I had to, but I held it in. I was strong. I shouldn't cry for Louis. Miranda was silent all throughout the car ride, and I appreciated it. I needed the time to think.

We walked back to our flat, and I still didn't tell Miranda anything. I just felt like I endured the whole cheating thing all over again. Brokenhearted and desolate.

I banged into my room, and suddenly let everything out. My tears flowed steadily like a an overflowing river. My wails were muffled, however, so I wouldn't disturb the neighbors. Miranda burst into my room and hugged me. Her presence calmed me, and I told her everything, every single detail. It came pouring out like it was bottled inside of me for a very long time.

As I told Miranda the story, I asked myself this question: Should I let fate take its own course? Or should I lead the way?