Your Name On My Wrist [book1]

chapter twelve

••••••••••••••Liam's POV•••••••••••••• Now that I know what Lily looks and acts like, I know she's the perfect girl for me. The other day, me and Paul went to the police station and found out more about her. Turns out she's only just in Doncaster! The police officer told us that she was imported to the hospital a few weeks ago. They gave us her address and school name. Later tonight, Paul will drive us to her house and we'll save her from her miserable father. Paul told me about what her dad was capable of doing and I really don't need him to touch Lily. I know I sound like an overprotective brother or whatever, but I think I actually love her! **LATER THAT NIGHT** "Are we there yet?" I asked for the millionth time. "No Liam! Now please shut your trap for the next half hour! It's very annoying trying to drive and listen to you at the same time!" Paul scolded. Wow! Paul only ever gets mad at Niall, Louis and Harry. Never at me! Rarely at Zayn. As I waited impatiently to arrive at Lily's house, I took out my phone and tapped on the light blue Twitter app. I checked my news feed and a lot of people were talking about 'Liam's Mystery Girl'. I scrolled down a bit and landed on a picture of me talking to Paul the other day about Lily. I checked the trends and the top five were; #LiamsMysteryGirl #LiliamForever #IshipLiliam #Liliam #LilyIsABitch That last one broke my heart. But how did they find out about Lily? It's nice to now that they 'ship' me and Lily even if they don't know her though. "Alright, Liam are you going to get out or just sit there?" Paul asked me, leaving my thoughts. I jolted up and got out of his car that was parked in front of a small stoned house. We walked up the little pathway and to a brown wooden door. Paul knocked three times before a woman in her early twenties opened the door. She looked drunk, dead eyes, short dress, VERY short dress. "Can I help you?" She asked rudely. "We are looking for Lily Patriks." I said politely, unlike the prostitute in front of me. "Who the hell is that?" The tall brunette asked. Suddenly, a tall man in his late forties walked over to the door and knocked Paul out with the empty beer bottle he had in his hand. He whispered something incomprehensible before slamming the door shut in my face. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• [A/N:] I know short chapter! I just really wanted to update! xxxxxx Lve ya! ~Emma