~Chapter 30~

A/N- I've based the recording studio in these recent chapters on an actual recording studio in London, (probably not the one the boys are at) called 'Air Studios'. They're fairly world renowned, from what I gathered in my research. On their site there are a few photos of the various studios and waiting rooms and writing rooms, in case anyone wants to check it out, it's a pretty amazing place.

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As we waited anxiously for our coffee, Luke brought everyone up to date with who he suspected the waitress was. The others knew about our previous adventures with Stacie, so they caught on quickly.

"Let's just wait till she brings our stuff back. If it's her, we'll make a run for it and leave a generous tip. If it isn't, we carry on as per normal." Michael shrugged.

We looked at each other and exchanged smiles. It was the only reasonable thing to do. Stacie couldn't have followed us all the way over to London, could she? She was arrested, wasn't she?

Maybe I was more confident about her being out of my life before. But I couldn't give up the hope that it wasn't her, until she returned to our table.

And whoever it was, was walking toward our table, coffees in hand, head down - almost shielding her face in a way I guess- until finally she was standing in front of Calum.

I have to admit, I was scared to look up, until Luke nudged me. I took a deep breath in and looked up at the waitress, who was holding my tea.

Her features were similar to those of Stacie's, but she looked.. Different, somehow. We weren't taking our chances though, so as soon as she left Ashton dumped a £50 note on the table and we skulled our drinks and left, the insides of our throats burning a reminder of the haste we were in.

We headed back to the studio, all slightly annoyed that even in the quiet cafés of London, we still couldn't escape people.

The sound producer (whose name I later found out was Matt) greeted us at the door of the studio, letting us all back inside, where the boys would continue to record the backing for their originals.

"You two girls, Oxford Street isn't too far away, there's a bus that goes past here right to the shops." Matt said.

Luke tightened his grip around my waist and leaned in toward my ear.

"Mm, yes, go shopping with Hannah, buy a nice dress too, I want to take you out for dinner tonight." He whispered, biting his lip as he pronounced the last 't' in tonight.

I nodded, and pressed my lips to his lightly, signalling my goodbye. Hannah did the same, and the two of us began to walk back down the street we'd just walked on, toward the bus stop.

"I need to find a dress." I gushed almost immediately as we were out of earshot.

"Really? Me too, apparently." She smiled.

And like the two excited teenage girls we were, we skipped down the road, not caring what anyone thought of us.

When we came to the bus stop I noticed a girl hurriedly walking down the road in our direction, clutching something in her hand. She was looking around everywhere nervously, and her blonde hair was messy and flowed down the back of her black apron.

It was freaking Stacie. Or the Stacie look-a-like. Whoever it was.

As she came closer and passed us I noticed that in her hand was Luke's phone.

"We have to go back."

Hannah gave me a weird look but followed me as I practically chased after the girl, though her shoes were more suited to the fast pace she was walking than mine were.

We both reached the studio door at the same time, and I yanked the phone out of her hands. My temper had already risen beyond breaking point.

"What are you doing with Luke's phone? CAN YOU LEAVE US ALONE, FAR OUT STACIE; WE DON'T NEED YOU IN OUR LIVES."

By this time the boys had all gathered at the door, watching on as I continued to go off at Stacie, while she gave me frightened looks, emotions I'd never seen her express before.

"ITS BAD ENOUGH THAT YOU ALMOST KILLED US IN A HOUSE FIRE, KIDNAPPED ME, BUT FOLLOWING US ACROSS THE WORLD? TO LONDON? WHAT DO YOU WANT? MONEY? FAME? You deserve none of it. "

I finished, my fists clenched by my sides and Luke's phone loosely sitting in my pocket. Luke came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me closer to him, attempting to calm me down.

"Stacie? I am not Stacie. You have a very big problem with Stacie, no?"

Her thick foreign accent struck my ears. This wasn't Stacie. I'd just verbally abused this poor girl, who looked like she was going to cry.

Luke chuckled, pulling his phone from my pocket.

"Hey that's where my phone went! Must've left it on the table... Thanks for returning it. And sorry for... this.." He gestured between the girl and me.

"Yes, I'm so sorry."

"It's okay. I have to get back now, goodbye!"

She smiled and walked off, either in a hurry to get back, or she was scared I was going to chase after her again.

I collapsed back into Luke's arms, unclenching my fits and snuggling close. I felt like a complete idiot. There's no way Stacie would follow us all the way over to London.

"I think we missed the bus..." I sighed, resting my head on Luke's chest.

"Nope, there it is now!" Matt laughed, pointing as the bus travelled past us.

So we did miss the bus. And that meant Hannah and I would have to go through the stuff we'd brought with us, to find a suitable dress for both of our dates tonight.

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A/N- So I was reading last chapter's comments and people want to start a Stacie hate club or something? Is this a real thing omg hahahaha :') someone let me know if anything happens with it! :3 xx