Second Chances

Part 16

*Annabel’s PoV*

I pulled away from Troy’s kiss, and laid back down on his chest. The kiss lacked spark, but it drowned out my head, body, and heartache. .

His fingers started to run down my back in slow designs. I shifted uncomfortably; his touch didn’t feel right anymore. Troy looked at me, confused, “Babe? You ok?” “I guess so…” I lied, “My body’s so sore. Stupid Mother Nature.” He gave a laugh, and pulled me into a hug, “I missed you so much, Babe…” I smiled, “I missed you too. I often wonder what would have happened if you didn’t leave me that night. Where would we be?”

He started nuzzling my neck, "I'd be sitting here, and you'd be there. I'd be kissing down your neck and preparing you for the fun day ahead..." He started kissing down my neck, hitting very spot perfectly; like he knew what exactly what to do. "Troy..." I asked, afraid of the answer, "You've done this before. With your ex. You're not innocent anymore are you?" He pulled away, "Yes. But I regret it everyday. I wish I could have lost it with you.” His kissing continued, “I love you Annie….” As his kissed got lower, I thought about what he was saying. I wanted to be loved, and Troy was willing to do everything with me.

Why not let him?

*Liam’s PoV*

James Street. That was a mile away, but Troy could have been playing with her right now. Playing with her emotions, by telling her that she's the only one, and that he loves her. Or playing with your body. Touching her hair, and running his hands down her bare back. I felt my eyes darken, and I started running. That punk is not taking anything more from her. Not if I can help it.

I got faster as I thought about what Troy could have been doing to Annabel. She was so attention starved, I knew she'd let the first person to give her a chance do anything they want to her, and I just freaking made it worse when I left her there. She loved me; I saw it in her eyes. She wanted me to love her too, and I let her down.

I growled, and ran faster. If Troy took her virginity, or hurt her in anyway, I would never forgive myself.

I ran till I couldn’t run anymore. I breathed in deep, and looked around me. I was at a crossroads of Main and James. I had made it. My head was throbbing, but I couldn't stop.

Annabel could be in danger of a broken heart, or worse.

Then, I realized, I didn’t know which house he lived in. I ran up to one of the doors, and knocked. The door was opened by a girl around my age, and she grinned, “Liam Payne?” I was trying to catch my breath and I nodded. She did a little dance; of all the times to run into a fangirl.

“Miss…please.” I said, trying to get her out of her fandom land, “Do you know… where a man named… Troy lives?” She sighed, trying to think, “We’ll there’s 2 Troy’s that I know of on this street. What does he look like?”

I tried to remember Karen’s description, “Dark hair, blue eyes, about my height.” Her face lit up, “Troy Green; he lives three doors down and across the street.” “Thank you.” I said, and turned to leave. “Wait,” she said, “Can I have a picture, please.” I sighed; I don’t have time for this. “Yes.” I said, and she grinned, pulling out her phone. She smiled, and I gave a semi-fake smile, before running to Troy’s house. Who knows what could be happening in there.