Lottie Sweeting had touched his hand. How could he possibly even in the tiniest bit upset about her ditching him when she had touched his hand.
Well, technically it had been his arm, his lower arm, but it had been closer to his hand than his elbow so that counted, definitely.
Adian's thoughts were completely consumed on this simple occurrence, so much so that he barely felt his feet finally unstick and a pair of hands strong-arm him backwards. His legs fumbled only because he wasn't paying attention to anything present, but instead the retreating bob of Charlotte's hair into the crowd. It could be spotted yards away, with how it bounced, and flew, and---
She'd make it up to him later. Wait until he told Louis--- well, Louis probably wouldn't care, what with the current situation at hand, but-- Adian let out a content sigh, his head in the clouds as his body was hauled away. She promised. What did a Charlotte Sweeting promise entail? He prayed to all that was holy and Merlin that he would make it through the next 24 hours to find out.
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