Promise Me...

Promise Me.. Ch 62

~Noel's P.O.V.~

"Hey. Have you seen Liam?"

I stand in a building filled with many people. I thought it was a recording studio event or something taking place but it kind of just seemed like a party to me. There were drinks and girls that I knew weren't singers. But I'm assuming they were some of the artists friends or something.

I haven't seen Liam since January and it was now July which makes a total of 6 months. We talked often but we had never been able to meet up. He was on tour and I was busy doing my own things. Modeling, acting, composing and seeing family and friends. I heard he was here for tonight and I really wanted to surprise him since we haven't seen each other in forever and I thought he would love it. I had a date planned for us for tomorrow and it was going to be fantastic!

I finally had a date to take him on instead of him taking me!

Bruce was back in the van, waiting for me to come back with Liam. I missed him so so much and I couldn't wait to see him. I talk to this tall black man who I recognized a little from before. I never met him but I believe I was on FaceTime with him one day when talking to Liam.

"You his shawty?" He asks with a smile.
"Yeah I am."
"Wow ma, you lookin fine. Yeah I saw him in the third room on the right." He tells me.
"Thank you." I grin and head down to where he told me.

My heart was beating fast because I was so excited to surprise him. I wore loose ripped light colored denim jeans, a thin light cream colored shirt that was a bit loose with matching pointed heels. My hair nice and wavy with pretty accessories. My sunglasses on my shirt. I checked the time to see it was 9:30 on a Thursday night but it didn't matter. I find the third door he was talking about and enter with a small smile but immediately cough.

There was smoke everywhere. The smell of weed in the air and I could already feel it seeping into my clothes and hair. I wave my hand in front of my face to rid of the smoke around my body. Beer and other hard alcohol bottles scattered all over the floor and all of them were empty. Music blasted through the room and so many people were in here.

It was a little crowded and I knew no one here so I wasn't going to ask a stranger any question. I moved myself past the several people here and keep searching for Liam. After a minute or two, I found him. But I wasn't smiling when I did...

Liam sat upon a couch. A girl on his lap. His right hand on her waist and his other holding a beer bottle. Many empty ones on the floor at his feet. Probably nine on the floor so his tenth in his hand. She leaned up against him and pressed their chests together with her hands on his chest. He was drunk. And.. I recognized her..

It was Danielle. And I froze for a moment. And my heart cracked open and bled out all in these few seconds. They talked and flirted. My eyes flooded with tears but I refused to let them fall. Instead I clenched my fists and tensed up inside as an anger built up inside of me. I took a deep breath and quietly walked behind the couch but there were so many people around, neither of them noticed me or who I was.

"You know what I wanna do? I wanna have another drink and I wanna-I wanna get to know you a little more. And I-I- you know what? I don't even know what my girlfriend would do if she saw me right now. Good thing she isn't here though aha," he drunkly stutters and laughs, "I don't wanna know what she would do." He shrugs a little and takes a sip of his beer.

I was absolutely furious. I felt like I was set on fire inside. I lean down beside his head and let my right hand slither down and rest on his chest.

"You're right, you don't wanna know what I would do, Liam.." I say fiercely into his ear and suddenly I feel his heart kick up and beat out of his chest.
"Oh no.." He turns his head to look at me as I stand upright again, "Noel you're here, this is so unexpected-Noel just wait-" he tries saying and throws Danielle off of his lap but his eyes are a little droopy because he is drunk.
"No." I shake my head and angrily begin to walk out of the room while he yells after me. I make out into the hall with a fire in my eyes.