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

47: Trust Issues

Chapter 47:

Liam and I lay on the silky sheeted bed, his fingers tightly intertwined with mine. His loving warmth radiation off of his shirtless, sexy chest. I pull lightly on Liam's worn T-shirt that I put on a couple hours ago. It must be 4 in the morning. My eyes fixate on the t.v. which is on some random movie I have never seen before.

His shiftless position he sits in tightens up a bit when his glance falls on me. "Um.. Liz," he starts, "Do you wanna watch something else?"

I look blankly back at the screen and blink tiredly a couple times, "I mean, I guess." I scoot closer to him so now our sides are touching. "We could just, like.."

"Oh," he says with a devilish grin plastered on his perfect face.

"No, Liam that's not what I meant," I giggle. "I was going to ask if you just wanted to sleep, aren't you tired?"

"Sleep afterwards?" He says with a wink.

"Liam..."

"Come on Liz..." He pleads. Liam squeezes my hand tighter and pouts his lip, "It's been so long."

I roll my eyes. Has he forgotten everything he has out me through in the past couple days? I wouldn't have gotten assaulted the way I did if it wasn't for him. He confuses the fuck out of me. It almost makes me think that the only reason he apologized is because he thought that I would have sex with him.

"No, Liam." I hiss in annoyance. What makes him think that I already forgave him 100%?

Liam releases this breath deeply and let's go of my hand, propping himself up on his elbow, looking down at me seductively.

He grabs me by the waist and pulls me closer to him, "Babe." He hushes ever so softly into my ear, just barely touching his lips to my neck as he pulls away. My pulse speeds up and goose bumps chill down my spine.

"Hmmm.." He hums, noticing the tiny bumps covering my body. His eyes darken with lust when he runs his fingertips under the base of my face, lifting my chin and bringing his lips near mine.

I pull back, trying to resist the pulsing arousal from down south. I flop over and turn my back to him, "Liam, stop. I don't wan-"

"Yes you do." He cuts me off, his tone cocky. Liam snakes his arm around my waist and pulls me next to him again. I will not go through with this. I absolutely will not. For all I know, he might not even really love me, this could all be an act.

"No." I state plainly.

"Come on," he whimpers desperately, pulling me even closer.

"I'm not kidding Liam," anger thrives in the pit of my stomach.

"Okay fine," he huffs, still not releasing his grip on me, "then tell me why, Liz." He climbs over me so that I'm facing him. "Tell me why you don't want to."

"I'm not ready to." I bite my cheek. His facial expressions twist in confusion.

"Elizabeth," he furrows his brows, "it's not like we haven't..." He pauses with a cheeky smile growing across his soft lips, "you know..." His eyes look me up and down.

"I know, but.."

"You don't forgive me, right?" He asks with sad eyes.

"I- I don't know."

He blinks at me and his lips tighten, "I don't really know exactly what you expect me to do," he looks away from me and lays on his back. "I open up to you and apologize but you still don't forgive me?"

Obviously, I don't completely forgive him. How could I? Is he fucking crazy? I mean seriously, he has been lying to me and hiding his past from me for forever. Why the fuck would I just instantly forgive him?

A vein in his jaw pulses and his hands fly to his forehead. He massages his temples, trying to control his anger. "Elizabeth, I can't fix anything. What happened in the past, is the past. There is nothing I can change."

"Well Liam," I snap, "how about you tell me everything you've done?"

He bites down on his lower lip and breathes harshly. I prop myself up on my arm and grab ahold of my hip, "If you want me to forgive you then you have to give me a reason to forgive you. How can I trust you if I don't even know what you've done?"

"I don't even want to think about what I've done," he slams one of his fists into the bed.

"Then I'm not going to be able to even think about trusting you," I roll over and face away from him pulling my arms to my chest and curling up into a ball.

"The time just isn't right," he whines.

"You've got to be kidding me," I say, rolling my eyes.

"I can't tell you while we're arguing..." His voices softens innocently, "Just- don't worry about it Liz, I promise that I won't keep it from you. I just don't think it would be a good idea to now. You can't be upset with me when I tell you."

I climb under the covers and hide half my face underneath, facing the glowing lamp on my side of the bed, it's the only thing lighting the room. The bed wobbles and a feel Liam's strong arm reach over me, flicking the lamp off while he lightly balances his weight behind my back, making the bed dip in.

"I love you, Liz." He whispers, gently pressing his lips to my forehead and pulling away, distancing himself from me on the opposite side of the bed.