Not A Villain (Lirry/Nouis) *MAJOR EDITING*

Chapter 3> Not So--That.

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"You are. You wouldn't have freaking kidnapped me if you aren't a villain!" I shout, my confidence coming out of nowhere.

"I am not a villain. In time you'll see who the real enemy is."

"I… did you just use a Hunger Games reference?"

Confusing as hell this boy is.

" What? No!" Liam blushes.

" Aw, little bad boy blushes!" I coo, pinching his cheeks.

Electricity sparks through my finger tips and I shiver in delight.

Delight? What?

"Li? Whatcha doing?" A girl, with beautiful, straight hazel hair says, magically appearing in a doorway I just noticed.

She dips her Gucci sunglasses down and I see her brown eyes are sparking with hatred. Towards me, I suppose. But really, who wears sunglasses in winter and in doors.

( Author's note. I love Danielle, but for this story, she has to be rude. Even though I still ship Payzer.)

"Oh, Danielle. I didn't think you'd be back!" Liam states in shock. He picks himself off the ground and turns around to face Danielle.

"Well, I am. And who is this?" Danielle shrieks, her voice getting louder than it really should at this moment.

"Dani, baby. This is…" Liam's wide-eyed expression tells me Danielle doesn't know about Liam kidnapping…

"Harry. I'm Harry." I announce, glaring at Danielle.

"Oh. So, why is he here, Li-Li?" Danielle whines, stamping her foot.

Oh, that's it. I push myself off the wood floor and march myself up to Danielle. Oh, wow. Today I have a lot of confidence, considering I got kidnapped.

"Listen up. I don't like you, and you obviously don't like me. So, how 'bout you stop acting like a-" I'm interrupted, by a giant slam of a door.

"Out. Now." Liam scowls, glaring at me with annoyance and something else… hatred? Guilt?

I slump my shoulders and padded my way to the now door less doorway. Glancing over shoulder, I see Liam embracing Danielle, forgetting completely about me and the moment we shared.

Can I really call it a moment? We shared a laugh, a touch. No big deal, right?

As I continue my trek down the carpeted hall, my thoughts race around my mind.

Did he feel the spark?

Does he feel the way I do?

What way do I feel? I just met Liam, and really, the only feeling I should feel is hate. I mean, God, he kidnapped me!

But, why do I feel this way?

Why do I feel in love?