Faceless [H.S]

12:58. 07

CHAPTER SEVEN

I was happy to be on that stage, actually. It cleared my head. I felt at home, spinning around in my little skimpy bikinis. This was better than therapy. Or, this is why I needed therapy.

After I did my fourth set, I walked toward the locker room, and peeked up at the time on the clock above the lockers. 12:58. Shit. I didn't realize how fast time flew.

I have to meet Liam in two minutes.

I licked my lips and reached into my bag, grabbing a cigarette. I placed it in between my lips while I looked for my lighter. I loved smoking when I drank. I need another shot.

I already took seven.

And I haven't eaten, so I was feeling it even more.

But I just needed to numb my emotions. I think I perform better when I'm tipsy.

I definitely didn't have time to change, and I didn't want to. I was hot. I walked out the locker room and stumbled a bit. Okay, maybe it was a bit stronger for me. I knew I couldn't handle my liquor right, damn it.

I opened the door to the back, being greeted by the summer breeze. I brought the lighter up to my cigarette and lit it, walking out even more and letting the door slam behind me. I jumped at the noise. "Oops..." I chuckled.

I looked around, inhaling the nicotine as I waited to see Liam. I didn't feel anxious. It was definitely because of me drinking. I think they were starting to hit me more now, as I went into a fit of laughs. Ah, fuck.

I think I'm getting drunk. I'm an idiot. How was I going to ask him about this man?

"Valerie?" I heard a deep voice. I squinted my eyes and looked around, trying to find the source. In walked Liam, and it suddenly felt too real. My abusive ex was right there in front of me. He had his hoodie up and he got closer to me. He went to hug me and I just flinched. His brown eyes were full of confusion, as if our past didn't happen.

"What do you know about British guys?" I asked him, my lips feeling a bit of tingly.

"Val, you're fucked up," he said, a disgusted look on his face, "you smell like cheap alcohol."

"No, I'm not. I only took a couple shots," I defended myself.

"I hate when you fucking drink," he said, accent thick, "you can't handle it for shit. That's why I didn't let you."

"Shut the fuck up," I spat, "you're a piece of shit. Why were you stalking me?"

"And you get aggressive as fuck," he rolled his eyes, and put his hoodie down. His head was shaved now, and he looked so much older, especially with that beard.

"You have a beard," I said, matter of factly with a smile.

"And you have eyes," his sarcastic tone was still annoying.

"What do you know about a guy about... this tall," I slurred. I used my hands to extend above me, "really green eyes, and... tattoos? I think you made him mad. He was really mean, scary too. He was all like, 'my Vixen'," I imitated his accent, chuckling a bit.

Liam's face went pale.

"Valerie, what the fuck do you know about Harry?" his tone got more intense as he looked around.

Harry?

"He's looking for you," I blurted out before I could control it.

Why did I say that.

His face fell as I heard a loud vehicle pulling up beside the club. It came to a loud halt as it stopped right at the end of the alleyway. I looked at it, and it appeared to be a black motorcycle. A tall figure emerged, helmet on as it began to walk toward us, menacingly.

"You fucking bitch, you fucking set me up," Liam spat, grabbing me by my hair. I yelped out in pain, grabbing at his hand for him to let me go, my other hand still holding my cigarette.

Suddenly, Liam pushed me to the floor before the figure in all black and he began to run in the opposite direction, jumping into a car he had parked at the end. It all happened so quickly, I couldn't even process what the fuck was going on.

The unknown person ran toward the vehicle in hopes to catch up and then growled in frustration as you could hear it drive away. He punched the wall and turned, coming right to me. I didn't even have time to adjust as I was picked up and shoved against a wall. I looked up at the man in all black, his black helmet covering his face.

"What did I tell you? Huh?" He towered over me. His accent was so raspy and dark. I knew that voice from anywhere. I giggled. Oh fuck, the liquor is hitting me really hard right now. Everything got a bit hazy and blurry.

"You just wanted to fucking test me, I could fucking hurt you right now, Valerie."