This Heist Can Only Go in One Direction

Chapter Thirteen

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

There was a pause, and then Liam began talking again.

"No, Danielle, you know what I'm talking about. I found that letter in Jasey's room. It was your handwriting!"

Louis and I sat outside of Liam's room on either side of the door, ears pressed against it and trying to listen to Liam and Danielle's phone conversation. From the sound of the beginning, it wouldn't end well.

"That's bullshit and you know it." We heard him practically growl. "I'm going to ask you one more time. Why did you do this?"

There was a really long pause this time, and I was beginning to wonder if he had hung up on her, but then he began yelling again.

"You can't play these fucking games, Dani! She's an actual person! And unlike you, she isn't throwing herself all over to me in some desperate attempt or attention. So if that note should be directed at anyone, it's you."

Louis had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing. He was getting way too big of a kick out of Liam and I's relationship drama. I smiled and shook my head at him, then leaned back in to listen again.

"No. You know what? I should have known better than to give you a second chance. I got too caught up in who you used to be. I--"

She must have cut him off, but he came right back, yelling even louder than before.

"Just stop talking! You're only reminding me more and more of why we broke up in the first place! This time, Danielle, we're through. For good."

Something crashed against the door, making Louis and I's ears hurt. We exchanged a quick glance: time to go. We jumped up and sprinted to the kitchenette, where we had left two cups sitting on the table.

Liam walked in just as I sat down. Louis and I watched him carefully, waiting to see what mood he was in. He grinned tiredly and set his phone on the table. "I think I need a new case for it." While his iPhone was in one piece, his case lay in three shattered pieces around it. I smiled up at him warily, testing the waters.

"Was that what that thump was?"

Liam smiled back at me. "You heard that all the way out here?" With a glance at Louis, we both nodded, and Liam laughed. With his laugh, we both relaxed, me letting out a breath I didn't realize I had been holding. So he wasn't mad, at least not right now. And hopefully he wasn't just pushing it away only to get in the way later.

"Boys! Oh, boys!" Stanley burst into the room, hands already flying through the air. "We're going to have another interview in a few days! Also, you're going out tonight!"

Harry jumped up from the couch. "Really? To where?"

Stanley smiled broadly at us. "Only to one of the most exclusive clubs here in New York, thanks to me."

While Harry and Zayn cheered, Stella glanced shyly at me. I nodded and turned to Stanley. "But Stella and I don't have club clothes."

Stanley put on a face of mock horror. "What? No club clothes? Well, then we must go shopping!" He grabbed out hands and pulled us to the door, ignoring my complaints about not having shoes on. "We'll be back! Don't let anyone--Wait!" He paused, eyeing the boys in the room carefully. "You boys don't have the proper attire with you." He let go of us and clapped. "Come along! New clothes for all of you!" We bustled around for shoes and coats, and then again we were directed down the elevators and to the main floor, where we were surrounded by body guards just before we were thrown into the sea of fans. This time, I let myself enjoy it, smiling and waving when they yelled out to me. Stella grabbed my hand and beamed, obviously still flattered by all this attention.