Last Chance
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**Important AN at the bottom.**
Aria's POV
It was Halloween night; the night of the ghost train ride. Ezra was supposed to be my date tonight and we were going to go as Daisy and Gatsby from The Great Gatsby. However when I was at the apartment earlier in the day Ezra told me he couldn't attend the train ride with me due to a mandatory meeting he needed to be present for tonight. As much as I didn't want to go alone, I had put a smile on my face and got ready at his apartment while acting as if nothing was wrong. I asked Hanna pick me up so we could go together once I found out about Ezra not being able to go with me. We planned to be each other's dates because Spencer was going with Toby, and Emily was going with Paige. We all met up at 9:30 so we could talk a while before boarding the train at 10. I managed to convince my parent's to let me spend the night at Ezra's apartment for the night since the train party doesn't finish until around 1:30 in the morning or so. Ezra said even though he couldn't accompany me tonight he wanted to pick me up to make sure I get home safely since it will be so late in the night. Lately we have found ourselves referring to the apartment as my home, rather than my actual house with my parents.
The first couple of hours were a lot of fun. Everyone was talking and dancing; just having an amazing time together. However when Caleb showed up to surprise Hanna I became lonely. All three of the girls had offered for me to hang out with them and their dates but I didn't want to be the third wheel or interrupt their private time with their loved ones. I had made myself a fruity drink earlier in the ride that I had been enjoying but as time seems to drag on I wanted something just a tad bit stronger. After adding a splash of vodka to my already alcoholic drink, I turn to make my way back to my seat when I accidentally bump into someone. I gasp in shock when I realize I spilled my drink all over the chest of this person. I look up to see who it was I hit into and noticeably gasp in embarrassment. Standing in front of me is no other than Adam Lambert.
"Oh my god. I am so so sorry! I am such a klutz. I really didn't mean to, Mr…. uh." I drift off not really knowing how to address a famous singer.
"Hi. I'm Adam Lambert, you can call me Adam." He chuckles at my nervousness.
"Adam, right. I am so sorry about my drink, is there anything I can do to help with that?" I gesture to the now forming stain on his shirt.
"Other than telling me what your name is?" He smiles flirtatiously at me.
"Aria, Aria Montgomery." I shake his hand that he held out for me.
"Aria. Wow, a beautiful name for a very beautiful girl. I saw you up front for those first couple songs I sang. Are you going to come back for my next set?" He smiles again at me, his gaze causing me to blush.
"Uh, yeah I just needed to get some air. It was getting a bit cramped with everyone piled in that one train car." I try to remain calm during this whole conversation, but as time goes on I find myself much more relaxed then I had when I first bumped into him.
"Did you come here alone tonight?" He asks curiously.
"Technically. My best friends and I were all supposed to come together with our dates but my boyfriend couldn't make it last minute so I've been wondering around by myself." I admit and suddenly realize how pathetic that makes me sound. I bite my lip and look down for a minute.
"Well a pretty girl like you shouldn't be wondering aimlessly by herself. What do you say you come with me and we get to know each other some more before my next set in an hour?" He asks and offers his hand out for me to take.
"You do remember the part about I have a boyfriend, right?" I decline.
He laughed softly. "Yes I remember. I promise I'll act nothing less than a platonic gentleman. What do you say?"
I bite my lip and look down at his welcoming hand. "Okay." I nod my head and smile.
"How about I get you another drink on the way since I seemed to have ruined yours?" He jokes.
"That would be great, and I still am really sorry about spilling my drink all over you." I apologize yet again.
"It's really not a problem. Come on, lets go have some fun and get to know one another where it's not so loud."
Adam grasps my hand delicately but tight enough to lead me through the enormous crowd of people. He leads me over to the drink station and made me another drink. I thank him and take a delicious sip out of the fruity alcoholic beverage. About 10 minutes later, Adam leads me into his private train car that was specifically just for him to relax in when he wasn't performing. I take a seat on the soft couch in the corner and kick off my heels. Adam grabs himself a bottle of water from the mini fridge across the room before coming to take a seat next to me. The next hour was full of laughing and joking around. Adam is such a nice guy; you wouldn't even think he was famous from the way he's acted so far.
"I know we said we would keep this strictly platonic but there is something I have to admit. If you didn't have a boyfriend then I don't think I would fight this strong urge I have to kiss you right now." Adam admits.
"Well I do have a boyfriend, one that I am head over heels in love with that I would never cheat on so if I need to go to prevent that from happening, I will." I lean down over the couch to slip my heels on when he stops me.
"I didn't mean to upset you or make you uncomfortable. I'm not one of those guys who go after another man's girl; I promise. I have about 20 minutes before I need to go up front and start the next set, will you stay please?" He begs.
I bite my lip and weigh my options. I can stay here and continue having fun with him, but making sure he doesn't hit on me. Or I can get up and leave, thus returning to wonder around by myself and be bored. After thinking of my choices I decide to stay for a while.
"Okay, I'll stay." I agree and drop my heels back on the ground.
Before I know it I am on my way to the front car to join everyone else for Adam's next performance. Everyone was already waiting for him to begin up in the first car so it was nice that I didn't have to push through people all the way from the back of the train to the front. Suddenly a hand is held tightly against my mouth while an arm grips my body firmly. My whole body freezes in shock, but in a split second I felt this unknown person trying to move me so I begin to fight back as much as possible. However someone dressed in an all black outfit appears in front of me, slaps me forcefully across the face causing me to cry out in pain, then the unknown person grabs my legs to carry me off. The more I struggle against them, the more they tighten their hold on me and cause more pain to shoot through my body. They take me into a dark room where I hear another person walking around. I try and try to scream but the third person puts what feels like duck tape across my mouth. Next they drop me on the ground with a loud thud and tape my wrists together then throw the duck tape on the ground next to me. I can vaguely see them due to the very dim lighting in whatever room we're in. I look at them terrified of what will happen next, tears filled my eyes as I stare up at them.
"Stay here and stay quiet. I'll be back to deal with you later." One threatens before hitting me so hard in the face it causes me to drift out of consciousness after hearing a door slam shut once they leave the room.
Okay I know Ezra wasn't in this chapter but I promise there is good Ezria next chapter! This will only be two chapters long so I hope you all enjoy it.
On a side note, I have a few things I need to tell you all. I have repeatedly had problems with people plagiarizing my ideas, my dialog, and a few months ago even my entire story 'Rebellious'. Frankly I'm getting tired of it and pissed off. Nothing is official yet but at the moment I am thinking of just finishing 'Forever Loved' then quitting fanfiction. No matter what I decide to do, I promise to finish FL because it wouldn't be fair to all my dedicated readers to stop mid story and I want to do the story justice with all the ideas I have for it. I want to thank everyone on Twitter who has told me how much my stories mean to them and don't want me to quit; your kind words are what keep me writing for you all.