Through the Dark (A Liam Payne Story) || Season 5 1D Watty Awards Winner: Best Liam Payne

Chapter Four

At the top or on the side (depending where you're reading this story), is a GIF of Luke Masterson played by the smokin' Shia LaBeouf.

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I wake up in an unfamiliar room and in an unfamiliar bed. I prop myself up and lean on my arms to hold me up. I look around the room and see boxers on the floor along with my clothes. What happened last night?

I look to the left of me to see that the covers have been pushed back as if someone was sleeping next  to me. I get a nervous feeling in my stomach and I let out a loud sigh. I remove the top of the covers from my body and look down to see that I'm wearing an over-sized t-shirt that goes all the way down to the middle of my thighs and I'm still wearing my panties.

Again, I sigh and keep looking around the room. From what I can see, whoever sleeps here is surprisingly organized which is definitely not something you'd expect from boys these days. Now there's only one question that needs to be answered: Who took care of me and whose room is this?

I get out of the bed and slowly walk out of the bedroom with nothing on my feet. I look up and down the hallway to see if anyone was walking around. I turn to the right and find a bathroom. I make my way over to a mirror and see that I have bruises forming on my arms. I brush my fingers over them lightly and I try not to cry. The memories from last night start coming into my head and tears stream down my face. I hear the bathroom door creak open to see Luke walk in.

All he does is stare at me and doesn't say a single word. "What? No snarky remark today?"

"Not after what happened last night." He slowly walks over to me and grabs a towel. He turns on the faucet and warm water soaks it. "Here," he says as he brings the towel to my face to wash away the tears.

"Why are you being nice to me?" I ask him quietly.

"I'm a nice person, Rosalie. Just once you get to know me," Luke looks into my eyes and I see the corner of his mouth go up, slightly smiling. This isn't the Luke I first met. This is a whole new side of him.

I return the smile and grab his hand, making him stop washing my face. "Did you take care of me last night?"

He moves back a step and looks confused. "What do you mean?"

"I'm asking if you took me to your room last night," I take a step closer to him, closing the gap between us.

Luke shakes his head slowly and looks down. "No, I'm not the one," he looks up again and continues speaking, "I should leave you be."

"But you don't have to," I walk towards him.

"I do. I'll see you at breakfast," he says as he walks out the door, and once again, I'm alone. I turn to look at my bruised self in the mirror again and sigh before walking out of the bathroom.

There is still no one walking in the hallway as I walk back to the bedroom. Before I open the door, I hear voices downstairs.

"How is she?" I hear a familiar voice ask.

"She's better," I hear Luke say sincerely. "She's all shook up."

"Well, no shit Luke!" Liam?! I hear something slam onto a hard surface. "You should have seen what she looked like before I tucked her into bed." I hear plates shatter and the nervous feeling in my stomach returns.

I walk downstairs and make my way over to the kitchen. A group of boys are sitting around a table while Liam, Luke, Edward, and two other boys are standing. One of Liam's hands is bleeding after he broke the plates. I quietly cough, making them turn their attention towards me. I see the pieces of the broken plates all over the floor.