W I D E A W A K E ♥ {Liam Payne}

Chapter Fourteen

Tessley

We finally caught up to Louis, who had ordered for all of us by the time we'd gotten to the Starbucks. Considering it was almost 10 pm, the cafe was empty except for us and a person in the back corner, their back to us.

I narrowed my eyes at Lou, "What'd you order me?"

"Vanilla bean frap." He beamed, looking proud of himself.

I patted his head, "Thanks Sassy Pants." I thanked him with a smile and slid beside Zayn.

"So," Liam started, sliding into the booth beside Louis, "When was the last time you heard from Perrie, Zayn?"

He smiled broadly, "Last night." I couldn't help but smile at how happy Zayn looked just talking about talking to her. He must really like her a lot!

That's when I got an idea, "Is she doing anything right now? Like with Little Mix?" He shook his head and I hid the smile on my face. Prefect. "What about Eleanor, Lou?"

He thought about it for a moment, "She just finished up a semester at Uni, I think she said she was at her mum's place until..Thursday was it?"

I rolled my eyes, "You keep track of your girlfriend quite well..."

He shrugged, "Yeah well, what can I do? I can't call her with the time difference and both our schedules, and we're on two different continents Tess it's not exactly easy."

"I know, I know." I sighed, "I was just hoping to meet her soon. Could I have her number? Maybe I could text her, talk on skype or something to get to know her."

He looked suspicious, but held his hand out for my phone. He put her number in quickly, then hesitated at handing it back. "Look Tessley," He was suddenly very serious, "I know we joke around a lot, but please be careful with what you say to her. She means the world to me, and I really don't want to mess this up."

"AWW!" I cooed, ruffling his hair, "Lewis is in luv!"

He shooed my hand away and chuckled, "Shut up."

I got up and pecked Liam's cheek, "I have to pee, be right back."

"Great, I needed to know that!" Zayn laughed as I walked away.

I just shrugged in his direction and walked into the bathroom. I locked the stall door and heard the door to the bathroom open. The steps were heavy and loud, and the breathing was creepy and deep.

"Are you okay?" I asked, slightly worried that a lady was having a panic attack in the middle of a Starbucks bathroom. But there was no answer.

"Okay then..." I whispered to myself.

After I finished up in the bathroom, I exited the stall and started to wash my hands, only to see the bathroom was now empty. I turned away from the mirror to dry my hands, but when I turned around there was a man standing in front of me.

I gasped and placed my hand on my chest, "Oh my- You scared me Sir!"

His face stayed emotionless.

"Are you okay?" I asked, worriedly, "You know, the men's bathroom was the other door."

He stepped to the side and there was Sarah, looking smug with a devious smile on her face.

"Watch your back Mason." He hissed, throwing a paper in my face. "You tell one person and you die. I have all of New York mapped and can find you at any second. You don't do as you're told and all your friends will die. And I'll make you watch, then I'll ruin your life."

I rolled my eyes, "Seriously? I thought I told you to scram. Your attempt at being a hard-ass is horrible."

You could almost see the steam coming out of her ears as she stalked over to me. She leaned closer and hissed in my ear, "You asked for it Mason, welcome to hell." And with that she slapped me so hard, I fell over.

"You bitch." I mumbled, scrambling to my feet. I wiped my mouth and brought my hands up in fists, "I'll kick your ass to China and back if you don't watch yourself."

She giggled and turned to the man beside her, "Phil?"

"Yes ma'am?"

She met my eyes for a brief second before taking a step back, "Why don't we teach Ms. Mason why you don't mess with me? Lets explain to her why we don't sleep with other girl's boyfriends because we're super skanks."

He grinned, showing disgusting yellow teeth and letting his knuckles crack with some pressure from his hands. "Gladly Miss."

She cackled evilly and walked out the door leaving me with Phil.

He stepped forward and grabbed my face, squeezing tightly before punching me in the gut. My shoulders launched forward and he sidestepped so I fell straight to the floor.

Fuck.

The pain was horrible, like I had the stomach flu and was being stabbed all at once. This stupid bitch hired a hit-man to do her dirty work because I was forced to sleep with a man that happened to have a girlfriend?

"Fuck this." I murmered, rolling over. I spit on Phil's shoe. "You pathetic asshole. You're fighting the battles of a 19-year-old blonde psycho for her. Was there a lapse in real jobs at the hit-man agency? Or are you just so shitty that you can't get a better job?"

He didn't answer, just simply kicked my in the stomach. I screamed as he did it three, than four more times before he pulled back.

This time he spit on me. "I guess karma is a bitch isn't it? I'd stop sleeping around if I were you."

Then he simply left.

I stayed still for a moment, allowing myself to feel the pain and misery I cause myself. Though it wasn't pulling a blade across my skin, these wounds were still self-inflicted.

Man these bathrooms must be fucking sound proof because you could murder someone in here before anyone would even find out apparently.

I pulled myself off the floor and I pulled my makeup out of my bag, applying it quickly to the hand-print sized welt on the side of my face. You could tell it was covering something, but the boys wouldn't notice.

Hopefully.