dirty little secret [dark l.p]

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Emily's POV

After we unpacked a lot of stuff, we both needed a break.

"Come on." He said, waiting for me by the door.

"Where are we going?" I asked him, standing up.

"My house, now lets go." He said, grabbing his keys.

"Can I change first?" I asked, looking down at my work clothes.

"Fine." He huffed, sitting down on the couch again.

I quickly went to my room, heading straight to my dresser. I dug through my drawers pulling out some clothes. I decided on a pair of jeans, a WSU sweatshirt, and my black converse. I wasn't going to get all fancied up just to go to his house. I made sure to grab my phone and slip it into my hoodie pocket.

When I went back out in the living room, Liam stood up, and walked over to the door.

"Ready?" He asked, getting very impatient.

"Maybe I should go do my makeu-"

"No." He cut me off.

"I was only joking!" I giggled, going with him into the elevator.

When we got to the lobby, Missy shot me a questioning look. I waited until Liam was a bit in front of me, when I held up my finger to her, and nodded to her. I was trying someway to tell her, that I would tell her later, but I probably looked like an idiot. Liam saw this, and he gave Missy a glare. He wrapped one arm over my shoulder, pulling me closer to him. We walked like this all the way to his car. The way his shoulder wrapped around mine, felt almost perfect. He molded into me amazingly well. I was also surprised by this action, because he said that he just used girls.

We both got in his car. It smelt like cigarettes and cologne. I really liked the smell actually. If it was just a cigarette smell, I wouldn't be able to stand it.

Liam started driving, trying to get through all the traffic. He had one hand on the steering wheel and the other held a cigarette, that was slightly hanging out the window. Every time he brought the cigarette to his lips, I would watch him. His lips were a slightly pink color, as he sucked in the smoke. He would let it out through his mouth, sometimes in small puffs. Finally, he flicked the cigarette out the window, and rolled the window up. He turned the radio on, an upbeat song playing.

Soon enough, we pulled up into a large two story house. From the outside, it looked absolutely amazing. Way better than my shitty apartment.

"Your house is really nice." I said awkwardly, bursting out laughing at the end.

"Are you okay?" He chuckled, sticking a key into the lock of his front door.

"Yes," I laughed, waking into his house with him. It was really beautiful actually. The walls were a creamy color, with black leather furniture and a huge flat screen TV.

"Your staying here tonight." He says, locking the door once we get in.

"Why?" I ask. I'm still looking around admiring his house.

"Because, I want you to be here tonight." Liam says, grabbing water bottle from fridge.

"Want one?" He asks, and I shake my head no, not looking at him.

He shrugs, taking my hand and leading me into the living room.

"Now," He releases me, guiding me over to the couch, "Tell me about you." He says.

"My favorite color is purpl-" I start to say, but he interrupts me.

"No, tell me about you. " He says, so I do.

"I don't know, I don't think you would care much." I say honestly.

"Nonsense, now speak." Liam says, intently staring at me.

I tell him basically my life story about how I moved to Detroit when I was little, and how I left because of my mom. I also told him some of my favorite things, like my favorite books and my favorite college subjects. He seems to listen to every word I say. His lips turn up into a smirk when I tell him I've never had sex or even a boyfriend. Then I tell him my mom would try and get me to date guys that I didn't like, but I would never go through with it.

"Your turn." I say, eating some of the chips Liam got for us while we lay on the couch.

"Tomorrow, it's getting late." He says, and I look at my phone. It's about one in the morning. I haven't realized how long we've been talking for.

"What am I going to wear?" I quietly ask, looking up at him as we walk to his room.

"You can wear something of mine if you want." He suggests grabbing a white shirt from his drawer, and black basketball shorts.

I get kinda nervous as I enter his bathroom and lock the door behind me.

When I take my clothes off I realize I'm wearing a black bra and black underwear. You can defiantly see through this shirt. I have nothing else to wear so I slip it on and cover my chest with my arms as I walk out.
He hesitantly looks away, before smirking.

"Nice bra love." He breathes, trying not to stare to long.

"Stop!" I shriek, laughing as I hide myself under his blankets.

"I'll sleep on the couch." Liam's laugh die down.

"You sure?" I ask.

"Yeah, see you in the morning." Liam says, shutting the light off and then shutting the door.

"Night." I close my eyes, trying to fall asleep.

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