Instinct

Chapter Four

I silently closed the front door behind me. Sighing in relief when I looked around and saw that everyone seemed to be asleep, and there was no sign of Liam.

“Well you're coming home late.” My dad's voice whispers, making me jump thirty feet in the air.

“Oh my god! You scared me!” I whisper-shout, my heart beating too fast. He chuckles and crosses his arms over his robe-covered chest.

“Sorry, but where have you been. Not with Liam, he called here multiple times.” He tells me and I bite my lip, not knowing what to tell him. I surely couldn't tell him who I was with. He'd never approve.

“Ali?” He repeats when I take too long to answer.

“I'm sorry.” I sigh, trying to walk past him up the stairs.

“Where were you?” He asks again, obviously not giving up. I stop and huff, turning around to face him.

“I'm fine, Dad. I love that you care but me and Liam are in a fight right now and I just needed to get away. Again, I'm sorry for being home so late.” I turn on my heel and run up the stairs before my dad can argue with me about that not being a good enough answer, shutting my room's door behind me and sighing. I listen for my parents room door to shut, and when it does, I can finally relax. I move away from the door and pull at the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head and throwing it at the hamper by my closet door. I unbuckle my belt and slip my jeans off, folding them and placing them on the back of the chair in the corner of my room. I searched through my drawers for a large baggy t shirt in just my undergarments, huffing when I couldn't seem to find one.

Finally, in the back of one of my drawers I found one of Liam's old t shirts that he let me have after he gave it to me to paint in when we painted his room over the summer. I grabbed it and held it out, taking in all the paint splatters of navy blue paint from that day, making me smile. I slip it over my head and smelled the shirt. It didn't smell like him anymore after I washed it but it still reminded me of him. I bit my lip in guilt, I wanted to call Liam and tell him I'm sorry. I suddenly felt the urge to tell him to sneak up to my room so we could cuddle as we talk and stay up until we can't keep our eyes open anymore. It wouldn't be the first time we've done that, and the first time we did, he didn't get caught. So I searched for my phone. I grabbed my jeans and dug into all the pockets, no sign of my phone. I licked my lips and hummed in thought. I always keep it in my back pocket, but it's not there.

I look around my room for any sign of it when a light-bulb finally goes off in my head.

“Dammit.” I mutter to myself and curl up in the chair in the corner of my room, pulling the blanket on the arm rest over me. It had fallen out of my pocket in Harry's car. It had to have. That means that Harry has my phone, and even though I changed my password, I wouldn't put it past of him to figure out the new one. I grumbled to myself, and reached for the home phone set the rested on my desk. I grabbed the cord-free phone and dialed Liam's number that I had memorized.

I put the phone to my ear cautiously, waiting for him to answer, even at this hour.

“Ali...” His gruff voice came through after a few rings.

“Liam..” My voice was no louder than a whisper and more high-pitch then usual. I knew it was because I was nervous for how Liam was going to react to my actions lately, but I clear my throat and tried to change it.

“Liam I just want you to-” He cuts me off almost immediately.

“You ignored my calls. You've never done that before, not even in previous fights. What were you doing with him?” My heart sank and I had no reason to justify myself.