dirty little secret [dark l.p]

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Emily's POV

He is leaning even farther into me, as his tongue darts into my mouth. His hands find my waist, as he holds them, and I wrap my arms around his neck. His lips feel so soft and warm against mine. It's almost perfect, the way he's kissing me. I've never felt this way before, and he knows it, because he keeps rubbing my waist as his tongue meets my tongue. He stops for a second, making me think he's done, but he only goes back it, making my back fall to the couch. He's now on top of me, using his elbow to support him. I'm going to make sure nothing happens tonight, maybe just kissing.

Liam lets his lips hover over mine, as we silently breath. He ends up plopping down next to me on the couch, out of breath just as I am. We lay down, facing each other, just looking at one another. The movie plays in the background, but we slowly block the sound out. I take in his beauty, and I can't help but smile. His finger gently reaches out, poking my cheek.

"Dimple." He says, laughing. I laugh along with him, before we're interrupted by his phone ringing. He sits up, reaching over for his phone that's on the table.

"Hello?" He answers, getting up from the couch.

"Why are you calling me?" He snaps, groaning in frustration.

"Don't! I don't need your fucking bullshit!" He gets angry, hanging the phone up furiously. He mumbles some cuss words, before placing the phone back on the table.

"Who was that?" I ask, sitting up.

"Nobody." He answers, his head resting in his hands.

"You can tell me." I whisper, sitting next to him. He sighs, picking his head up.

"It was that guy I was talking about, my old boss." He says, and I look away from him.

"You did quit the job right?" I say, looking away. M

"Excuse me? Do you not believe me?" His eyes grow furious, and I scoot away from him.

"I don't know right now, okay?" I say, and he rolls his eyes.

"Yes I did quit the job, thank you very much." He stands up, grabbing his coat and phone.

"Where are you going?" My voice is shaky.

"Out." He simply states.

"Liam, where are you-" I try saying, standing up, but I only get interrupted.

"Why do you care?" He's growing angry.

"Because I really like you, and I don't want you getting hurt." I say, walking over to him by the door.

"Whatever." He says. He leaves, slamming the door on the way out. I want to follow him, but I don't.

I can feel the tears brimming my eyes, but I fight them back. Suddenly I hear a soft knock on the door. Thinking it's Liam, I quickly open the door. When I meet blue eyes instead of brown, I let the confused face take over.

"Louis?" I ask in confusion.

"Can I come in?" He asks, and I sniffle.

"I'm not sure if now is a good time." I say.

"I saw what happened. Well not everything, just the part where Liam left slamming the door." He said, and I opened the door a little more, gesturing for him to come in.

"Want to tell me what happened?" He asked, as I sit down on a stool next to the kitchen counter.

"Why?" I sighed.

"Because I know how Liam can get, and you need someone to vent too."

"Liam and I were getting along just fine, until this guy called. He's told me about this guy, and he said that he quit this job where he worked for him. But then he started to leave, saying he needed to go. He got all mad, when I tried to say I cared for him. We don't even have a relationship, so I don't know why I said that." I let it all out, and Louis eyes went cold.

"His old boss is a very bad person." He started to say, rubbing my shoulder. I wasn't familiar with his touch just yet, but it seemed to comfort me. "He sells drugs, does drugs, and does horrible things to girls." He finished, and I grimaced at the thought.

"It's disgusting." I say, and he nods.

"I know." He sits next to me, on another stool.

Liam's POV

"Richard?" I call through the smoky house, trying to yell over the music. I start coughing, with all the amount of smoke in this damn house. I smoke, and I'm used to this shit.

"Liam." A voice says from the room to the right. I slowly open the door, to find Richard sitting at a huge desk, with men surrounding him. There all chatting, and smoking cigarettes.

"Follow me." Richard says, getting up and going back out into the hallway. As we walk farther away from the room, the music fades, but there's still many people. How big is this fucking house? The more we keep walking, the more half naked girls I see with random guys.

We finally reach the back porch, where there's a giant pool, and less people, but still tons.

"So Liam." Richard says, taking a seat at one of the tables. "I heard you wanted to quit?" He chuckles, and my face doesn't change.

"Yes that's exactly what I want to do." I stand my guard, not sitting down.

"You see. It's not that easy, wait I take that back. You can't." His eyes grow dark, as he flicks his cigarette into the bushes next to him. Fire hazard, dumb ass.

"Fuck yes I can, and who are you to stop me?" I spat, scowling at him.

"I'm your boss Liam, you wouldn't want to betray me, now would you?" He gives me a smirk.

"But see." I start too say, getting right in his face. "I would." Suddenly I feel his arm move up to punch me, but I hold it back, viciously grabbing him and pushing him out of his chair. A group of girls scream, getting the attention of some guys. Richard gets up, coming towards me. His fists collides with my jaw, making my blood boil. I grab his wrist, twisting it until I see his skin turn to a shade of purple. He falls to the ground in pain, but that doesn't stop me. I pin him down, punching him non stop, feeling my fists swelling up. When I see his face has large bruises, and his nose is bleeding, makes me want to go more. I feel hands grabbing my arms, and pulling me back. I'm on my feet now, as a bunch of people bend down next to the unconscious body.

I quickly find the door, and sprint through the house, finding my way to the front door. People stare at me, probably because my face is bruised, and my hands are covered in scars and blood.

I open the door to my car, quickly starting the engine.

"Fuck!" I scream, banging my fist about against the steering wheel. I'm fucking screwed. Now that I beat the shit out of him, he's going to get me back, ten times as worse. He's going to go after the things I care about and to be quite honest there's only two things in this world I care about.

My mom and Emily.