What Lies Beneath

cнapтer 21 parт 4 - 'ғιrѕт roυgн paтcн.'

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DRUMROLLLLLLLLL... I AM BACK MY PRECIOUS PEEPS!!

Now, I'm going to skip the whole excuses part and just say... I am truly sorry for going completely MIA. Please forgive me <3

OK! Moving on because I feel like a complete dick... HERE is Chapter 21 PART 4 :) *evil laughter* I hope y'all enjoy it :) If ya do, don't be afraid to comment and vote my homies ;) I need to know how y'all feel bout this... especially the end... mwhahaha. SO COMMENT AND VOTE! PLEASE! <3

VIDEO up above is a song I listened to A LOT whilst writing this chapter and I think it kinda fits it :) So take a listen!! ;P

This chapter is dedicated to swagswag1D simply because she is amazing and I love her and god I have owed her this dedication for a LOOOOOONG while now. SO go check her out! Her stories are literally amazing and I seriously fangirl over them <3

Alrighty, so that sums up pretty much all I have to say ^_^ Only other thing I'd like to add isssss: I just want to send a HUGE thank you to everyone out there who has gotten me this far with their support and encouragement. Literally, I love you all. NOW... enjoy this new part of Chapter 21!!!!!! <3

~✻S✻~

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~Isabelle~

I wake up with a horrendous taste in my mouth and a professional drummer performing in my head. I groan, my eyes squeezing shut as I press deeper into... into... what in the world??

My eyes pop open to find my face nuzzled into a warm, naked chest. Very slowly, I peel my head away and glance up. Liam's face is towards the ceiling, his head leaning back against a sofa and his mouth open as a slight snore escapes.

I blink, astonished at the sight, and then glance around to take in my surroundings. What I deduce is that I'm in a study currently being cradled by... Liam.

I place a palm to my head as I try and remember how I got here, settling back into Liam's warmth. Yet as his clean, sharp scent leisurely encompasses me, I find myself not caring about specifics and just wanting to return to the blissful ignorance of sleep.

However, my plan to ignore reality and float back into unconsciousness is quickly demolished as Liam stirs. I hold my breath, hoping he'll settle back down, but he doesn't. His arms tighten around me as he lifts his head up and suddenly a flash of that same feeling, of being held yet slightly different, dances across my skin.

My mind scrambles to catch up with my body, one name drifting through my head; Harry. Almost too soon a mini-movie of memories plays across my closed eyelids. I moan, the images too painful; both physically and mentally.

"Iz?" Liam asks, his voice spiking into my eardrums as he straightens his spine and brings me closer to him.

I shake my head minimally and push myself away from him. I slip from his grasp and onto the black leather couch, backing away from Liam as more and more images pour themselves into my consciousness.