Masked {One Direction Fan Fiction, ft. Cameron Dallas}

46: Regretful past

A/N:
Obviously you guys know that I can't keep my promises so I'm just gonna keep my mouth shut and just tell you that I will update as often as I can. I'm really sorry guys. Not to throw out excuses left and right, but I'm preparing for my science fair project and it's a shit load of work. Plus, I've written this chapter three times and it keeps getting deleted, I have no fucking idea why. Thanks for putting up with my shit... Ily xx. <3

~C

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Chapter 46:

I bite my lip, anxious and excited to see the inside of this place. I mean, it's ginormous. Who wouldn't be? It looks amazing on the outside and it's probably even more gorgeous on the interior.

The door alone is three times my height, I guess it gives the building sort of intimidating touch to it, and looking up at it makes me feel tiny.

Liam briefly untwines our frozen fingers and looks over at a glowing keypad beside the door. "Hmm.." He mumbles, examining the the back-lit numbers. "Well fuck.. This must be new."

"You've gotta be kidding me," I whine impatiently.

"Aye, I got it." Liam and I both turn quickly when we hear the familiar voice behind us. I recognize him immediately, Zayn. His black hair flicked up into a quiff and his muscles pulsing through is tight black shirt covered by one of the leather vests that the majority of the men there are wearing. I feel terrible checking him out, especially when my boyfriend is standing right next to me. But how can a girl resist the temptation?

He comes between us and his hucky cologne whisks past my nose. He types in a long code, one that seemed almost impossible to memorize. The doors slowly creeps open and warm air from inside floods over us.

"You're welcome," he steps into the house, smiling back at us cockily. Liam glares, remembering that he was the reason that the we had gotten into our previous fight. I know that Zayn is just teasing him, but Liam is sort of oblivious to anything besides his anger towards him. He didn't care, all he knew was that Zayn was 'teaching' me things.

"Prick," Liam hisses under his breath.

"Calm down, mate," Zayn starts, "I'm only toyin' with ya'..."

Liam's starts saying something but cuts himself off, noticing the beauty of the building. The white marble shined and contrast well with the greenery and decor complimenting the classy area. Not to mention the gorgeous chandelier that hung in the midst of the room with clear crystals which balance the room with its two, long, curved staircases leading to the same long hallway.

As we walk forward, the door behind us closes automatically, "This is absolutely nothing like what it was a few years ago."

My stomach twists, remembering what Liam has been hiding from me. All of this. All these secrets he's been keeping. His entire past. I wonder what he's done? What sort of things him and these guys have done. Maybe Liam has killed someone. I don't want to think that the person I love would do something like that, but that is what gangs do isn't it? I mean, that's what they are known for. Going on dirty missions and killing sprees.

"Let's go find a room to stay in," Liam says, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Oh, um yea-"

"Something wrong? I thought you were happy."

"Nothing," I answer quickly. Liam looks at me curiously but just ignores my awkward response.

A woman with a messy bun walks by, her brunette bangs bouncing as she walks in her black, studded heels. She also has one of the vests, she was one of them. "Cassidy?" Liam asks.

"Oh, Liam," she smiles, "I haven't seen you in years." She goes to hug him and Liam coldly hugs her back.

When she pulls away she looks Liam up and down, her gaze shifts to me. "Whose that?" She asks with a bitchy attitude.

I run my tongue over the front of my teeth and grab a firm hold on Liam's hand, "I'm Liam's girlfriend," I raise my brows and smile sassily, "my name is Elizabeth." She bites down on her lip ring and looks at Liam, "Hmmm... So you have a girlfriend now, Li?"

"Li?" I glare at her.

Liam looks at me apologetically, "We used to have a thing.." He scratches the back of his neck.

"Yea um, so why are you only wearing a sheet?" Cassidy asks, sticking her hip out to the side and grabbing onto it.

I shift uncomfortably, "It's a long story.." I pause and look up at Liam, "Can we just go to bed, Liam?" I'm exhausted. I haven't had a good slumber is days. I'm even struggling to keep my eyes open, and these bright lights aren't helping.

"Yea, of course Liz," he kisses my forehead, Cassidy pressed her lips together tightly.

"Where are the bedrooms?" I ask Cassidy, more seriously.

She bites her cheek, "They're over there," she says quietly, pointing up the staircase and down the right hall.

"Okay, Thanks," I take the lead and drag Liam up the cold stairs.

Her heels click away and I notice a small sign on the wall, point down the lightly lit hallway that said, "Guest bedrooms"

Liam walks me down the hall and turns one of the door knobs, opening up a room. It has a red carpet, and the bed was completely black, "Well isn't this room sexy?" Liam says with a wink.

"Yes, it's very romantic." I smile.

Liam pulls off his shirt and yawns. He throws his shirt at me and it lands on my head, "Hey," I giggle. "What was that for?"

I pull it off my head, leaving my dark hair full of static. Liam smiles at my cheekily, "You can wear it."

I sit on the middle of the bed, holding the shirt in my hands. Liam, now shirtless, sits in front of me. He pulls the sheet off my shoulder, revealing the strap of my black bra, he kisses my neck briefly. "I'm sorry this all happened to you," he pulls away. He bites his cheek, while holding my hands, "I should have protected you."

I feel tears cloud my eyes, when the memories come back to me. Back at the "dragons" base. Being tied to that chair.

A single tear runs down my cheek and I suck in my lips, Liam wipes away the tear and pulls me onto his lap. "I'm so sorry, Liz. I'm so sorry."

I wrap my arms around him and cuddle him close. "I'm sorry too Liam," I whimper. "I shouldn't have danced with Zayn like that."

"Liz, Liz, no.." He strokes my hair and tries to calm the both of us, "What I did was so much worse."

I feel his soft crying turn into light sobs and I squeeze him tighter. I know he's feeling something, he felt as much pain as me. I'm not sure if he felt for me or himself, but he is crying with me. That's all that matters.

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