A taxi driver finally pulled up beside me and I hopped in immediately, I told the taxi driver my destination and he started moving on immediately, as the driver kicked off his engine and started the ride, I kept looking back to be sure my dad didn’t plant any spy to stylishly follow me or something but I didn’t see any unusual movement or any ride that sticker close to following the taxi that I’m in so at least that’s a relief.
As the ride went on, I sat comfortably in the car seat and kept on reminiscing of the beautiful moments that Peter and I had spent together, i love every bit of every memories we’ve created, I still don’t know how it would be possible for me to forget all this and move on with my supposed new life with Zayn, it’s going to be a difficult one, it’s indeed going to be
