Omen / Liam Dunbar A.U.

Chapter One

Chapter One,

The roar of a motorcycle engine echoed through the air as I heard whispers. "Oh my God, he's here." People murmured in excitement. Confused, I tried my best to maintain balance, walking through the massive club doors and out into the cold summer breeze.

Maybe, I was a little intoxicated. I can totally control it though, trust me.

My poor sight deceived me as my body crashed into someone else's, knocking both the stranger and I to the cold ground.

"Holy shit, watch where you're going!" The person said, picking himself up from the ground. His face was a blur but he grunted, giving me his hand.

"Well, are you gonna get your ass off the floor or not?" He spat. I reached out my hand and he pulled me up way too quick, I felt sickly.

"Thanks," I shrug, embarrassed but still drunk. I tried to piece his face together, but all I could come up with was his red and black flannel, a white t-shirt and some chinos.

I mean, he seemed cute. Hell, with this amount of alcohol coursing through my veins, anyone is cute.

"You should really be careful with yourself, babe. Recklessness like that can be dangerous." He teased, moving slightly closer to me.

I could feel my face heating up, the tension rising as he pushed strands of hair away from my face.

"Y-yeah, you're right. Thanks again." I shrugged and asked, "Who are you?"

He smirked at me, pulling my body closer to his and whispered in my ear, "My name's Stilinski. Stiles Stilinski."

Again, I felt my face heating up. I didn't quite know what to do because:

1) I barely left the house

2) I barely drank alcohol

3) I barely met guys

When I mix these three together, I'm a mess.

"What's your name gorgeous?" Stiles asked, leaning over to kiss my neck.

Suddenly, the roar of that motorcycle grew louder. A crowd started to form as Stiles looked around and smirked.

"He's finally here." he said, and people cheered.

The black motorcycle came to a stop in front of Stiles & I. Girls began to excite themselves, I remained confused.

The person on the motorcycle killed the engine and stepped off the bike.

"Dunbar!" Stiles called out.

The guy walked towards us, he and Stiles greeted each other then turned to me.

"Who's this?" he said yet I couldn't make out his face with his helmet still on.

Stiles took me by the waist.

"Don't be rude, man. Introduce yourself." Stiles insisted.

He took his helmet off and holy shit, he was probably one of the most gorgeous people ever.

"Sup? I'm Liam." he said with a smirk. "Liam Dunbar."

"Hi. I'm Emma." I smiled back. "Emma Knight."

"Well, Emma, I don't know about you, but I'm about to party my ass off and I'd love if you joined me." Liam said, slowly pulling me away from Stiles, who didn't even try to protest.

I hadn't realised that people were still spectating, probably curious to hear my answer. Pressured, I panicked and agreed.

People gasped and shrieked. I heard whispers as Liam held my waist, "Oh my God. Why her?"