What Lies Beneath

cнapтer 21 parт 7 - 'yoυ deѕerve ѕo мυcн вeттer.'

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Well, hello! I am here, WOOP WOOP! So I know technically this update is not when I said it would be... but that's only if you decide you wanna be all technical with midnight and blah blah... ANYWAY.

HERE is Chapter 21 Part 7!! The LAST part of this extremely large chapter :) I hope y'all enjoy it. If you do......... YOU SHOULD COMMENT AND VOTE PLEASE. (See how even though I was all anxiously shouting I still used my manners by saying please... yeah, I'm proud of myself. Thank you mom and dad!)

PIC is not up because I could NOT find the one I wanted. I literally had the perfect pic but I lost it and cannot find it for the life of me. SO, if I ever see it again, I'll be sure to put it up.

VID is of a new song I discovered and LOVE! It also just so happens to fit this chapter quite well mwhaha.

Lastly, this chapter is dedicated to.... drumrollllll.... xRoyal_Painx!! She is really, REALLY freaking cool! She has been super supportive of this story and that makes me as happy as an elf on Christmas! So go on over and give her a follow and some wonderful compliments because she deserves it. :) (Thank you xRoyal_Painx, your support means a lot <3)

Alrighty then, that's my spiel. Before I go, I'd just like to thank everyone out that who reads this inane story of mine, that comes from the depths of my imagination. I'd also like to do the little "kiss, kiss" on both cheeks to all those who comment and vote; you guys absolutely rock. Okie dokie then... Thank you all again FOR ALMOST 16K READS! I really, really appreciate it and I love you all from the bottom of my heart <3.

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P.S. - This chapter contains some sexual scenes so beware ;)

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~Liam~

"C'mon pick up, pick up." I murmur. When I hear Niall's chirpy voicemail for the umpteenth time, I want to hurl my phone against the wall, but I refrain.

I drop the device on the kitchen island, letting it clatter against the marble. I push my hands into my hair, feeling uncharacteristically desperate and useless.

I just don't know what to do.

I shove myself out of my pathetic position and away from the kitchen. I will not let myself fall apart. I need to be fully functional and not freaking out... for Isabelle.

I determinedly, but quietly, march up the stairs. I turn to the left and prepare myself to see the unconscious mess Isabelle has become. I creak open the door and step into the room I assumed was hers; I like to think it fits her personality.

My legs lock up and I halt all movement when my gaze takes in Isabelle's upright form. My breath leaves me in an instant.

Shit, I was not expecting her to be awake.

I push aside my hesitation and let my voice break the thick silence. "Iz?"

I watch as the sound makes a shudder roll down her body. Then her face falls into her hands and a guttural sob echoes across the room.

"Oh Iz." I mutter harrowingly, quickly joining her on the bed and pulling her pliable figure to me. "I know, I know." I empathize as she weeps, the melancholy sound of her despair making my chest ache.

Honestly though, I don't know. But, I wish I did. I wish I could take her place, let the knowledge weigh on me and not on her tiny, fragile shoulders. I wish... I wish with all my might. But I can't. All I can do is sit here and be a silent spectator as she falls apart in my arms.