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

48: Sunny Morning

Chapter 48:

I awake slowly, my tired eyes peeking through my drowsy lids. The sideways room turns upright when I pull my floppy body off the bed, trying to sit up. Having more difficulty than intended, I squirm, trying to release myself from Liam's sleepy grip on me. Light is just barely shining through the sides of the curtains, hiding a window that reaches from the ceiling to the dark and tainted wooden floor.

I manage to pry myself from his heavy arms and stubble up to the window, in only a T-shirt. I pull the curtain back only to be blinded by the horrifically bright light.

"Oh shit that's bright.." I mumble under my breath, trying not to awake Liam.

I hear a familiar voice out in the hallway, drawing my ear to the door like a magnet. Her annoying laugh echoing through the hallway. Jesus, Cyndi. Keep your fucking voice down.

I unlock the door and pear through the crack, "Cyndi?" I murmur.

"Oh hi," she stops her skipping through the hall to talk to me.

"Are you three?" I ask sarcastically, pulling the door shut behind me. I look her up and down, noticing that she was wearing her favorite pale skinny jeans, covered in tears.

"Maybe," she replies with a smile, clicking her heals. Where did her clothes come from?

She notices my questioning looks, "what's your problem?" She asks caustically.

"Where did you get your clothes from?"

She sucks her lips in nervously, "what do you mean?"

My toes curl into the carpet and my stomach turns. Why does she have to lie to me?

Her eyes scan the room, resisting contact with mine.

"You know what I mean," I say, almost whispering.

"I- I- really don't."

I lower my brows into a glare and I pull at the T-shirt I'm wearing, "Stop lying to me, I've been lied to enough."

"Well..." She starts, "You're going to be mad." Her facial expressions twist uncomfortably.

"If you don't fucking tell me already," I pinch he bridge of my nose.

"Ok ok," she cuts me off, "I'll tell you, just promise me that you won't hate me."

Why is she making such a big deal of me asking her about her clothes?

"I won't hate you," I shift in my feet, "I mean I don't think I will."

"Ok, I've been keeping this from you for awhile. I've known about Liam and Harry. It wasn't a surprise when I found out that Harry killed the guy who was in charge of the gang. I mean, Harry made me promise not to tell you. He wouldn't even let me tell Liam that I knew. But yea, I used to stay with Harry here and I guess I just forgot to grab some of my clothes when I moved into my apartment."

"Wait so you lived here? You've known about all of this and you never told me?" My heart pumps so quickly I feel like it might explode. She's been hiding things from me too?

"I promised Harry!" She says defensively. "I don't break promises, especially not ones like that. I didn't know how you would react to knowing that your boyfriend was a fucking murderer."

"Liam's a murderer?!"

She squints her eyes at me as if I'm crazy, "What exactly do you think gangs are all about, Elizabeth?"

I guess that I can't say I didn't know, I just don't want to believe it. "I- I-"

She bites her lower lip, trying to think of something to say, "I'm sorry that I had to be the one to open your eyes but that's just how it is. If it makes you feel any better, all those guys are after my boyfriend in particular." A fake smile plays out on her lips.

I return the smile and giggle softly.

She grabs my hand, "I have some more clothes that I left behind. Let's get you some clothes, considering this place is crawling with creeps." She leads me down the opposite hallway and opens the door softly, being careful not to make a sound. She releases my hand and I step in behind her.

The room is almost identical to the one I stayed in with Liam. I notice the lump under the covers that's rising and falling subtly, must be Harry. Cyndi pulls on my arm, leading me into the walk-in closet. "I guess you could say that I forgot a lot of clothes."

A lot was an understatement, there must be hundreds of different outfits. "Holy shit," I whisper, trying not to wake Harry.

She giggles and covers his mouth, trying to muffle her laugh.

"Pick something," she says, leaving me alone to choose an outfit.

Cyndi kicks off her shoes and jumps onto the bed like a child, "Harry wake up! Harry, Harry wake up! It's time to get up! Harry get up!"

He groans loudly, his messy head of curls popping out from under the blankets, "Cyndi shut up! Cyndi, Cyndi shut up!" he laughs, mocking her.

"Hey stop making fun of me!" She stops jumping, placing her hands on her hips.

"Then be quiet!" He moans, pulling on her arm, making her collapse on top of him.

"Harry, stop!" She yells.

I turn away, looking through the different outfit options. I'm not one to dress up, so I find my self going straight to her sweatpants and t-shirts drawer. What can I say? I like being comfortable. Hiding behind the wall, I slip some sweats on quickly. I sift through her t-shirts, feeling for the softest one. I know, it's weird. But like I said, I like being comfortable.