Lust ~A Liam Payne Fanfic~

Chapter 5

"Why are you doing this?" you tremble.

"I just need to ask a little favor" He says smoothly and rather menacingly.

"No" You squirm from his grip. 

"Don't make this harder than it needs to be. Sit down" His words escapsing his mouth with a low raspy tone. He roughly releases you and you stumble to sit on the bed with your things. He sits down on the bed across form you, the gun still poointing right at your head.

"I was right about you" You whisper to yourself, trying to postpone the overflow of tears onto your cheek. 

"Shut up, you know nothing" He barks hastily. 

Your eyes glance down to the gun in his veiny hands occasionaly and that makes your heart beat even faster. 

"Now I'm sure youre familiar with Liam Payne yeah?" 

"What did you do to Liam?" You shout and stand to your feet, over come with emotions runnig a muck inside you. Harry stands as well and keeps the weapon within point blank range of you. He points the barrel of the gun back towards the bed and you sit back down.

"Oh, I've done mothing. That's your job." He begins menacingly pacing around the room. 

"Unless of course you don't cooperate, then I'll shoot you both" He stops and turns to look at you. He smiles an evil, sadistic smile and resumes pacing.

You're trying to stay as calm as possible but at this point your entire body was trembling in fear. 

"I'm going to be fighting Liam on Saturday. Loosing isn't an option for me."

"Liam's here?!" The words fumble out of your mouth.

"Yes, He's here and you're going to fuck him up before the match. Drug him, taze him, whatever, just distract him, get in his head" 

A sudden burst of confidence surges through your body as you are on your feet again "Fight your own battles, you dick" 

"Shut up! Yout will do what I tell you, or I will shoot you right now" Veins show themselves under the skin of his neck. His grip on the gun tightens and he extends his arms straight out in front of him, still aiming at you.

"I'm not going to kill Liam. I can't do it" Your voice cracks and all confiendece you had just moments ago disappears. 

"Don't kill him damn, just make him at a disadvantage" He lowers his weapon temporarily.

"No I can't do that. I can't hurt him" You respond, your lower lip nervously quivering.

"He hurt you (y/n)! This is your chance to get revenge! He deserves to pay for what he did" His facial expressions a mixture of two parts frustration, one part bubbling hatred. 

You are silent for a moment. He's right. He deserves to pay, but not like this.  

"Now get some rest, you have lots of work to do" He smiles another heartless smile, tucks his gun back into his pants, and leaves the room; closing the door gently.

Your first instinct is to collapse and cry, but you pull yourself together enough to get your phone out of your bag. You dial Liam and the phone continues to ring. 

"Jesus Liam, come on" You pace around the room.

"(y/n)? His slightly confused voice sounding through the speaker sends a wave of comfort through your body. 

"Thank God" You breathe.

"What is it? Is everything okay?"

"No. Okay well I'm in Atlanta and I need to know where you are. We have to get out of here now" Words are flying out of your mouth faster than New York cab drivers.  Liam is silent for a moment to process all this. 

"Wait woah, you're here?"

"Yeah, I'll explain later just meet me outside the hotel on.." You look around for one of those notepadss that always has the hotel information on it.  "..Cambridge street"

"Ok  sure, I'm there right now. Be down in a minute."

"No wonder he picked this one" You murmur to yourself.

"What?" 

"Nothing. Just come outside" You hang up and slide your phone in your pocket as you walk briskly down the hallway to the stairwell. You're releive as you reach the lobby and casually walk outside. 

You see Liam and just as a hello was about to slip from your mouth, it is halted by a cold blande on your neck. You struggle to make a noise to get Liam's attention, but your all your energy is focused on breaking free of the hold around your neck. The image of Liam fades as you're dragged into a dark alleyway. Just as you are relased, you are pressed face against the wall, and your hands are tied behind your back. 

"Little puppy try to leave so soon?"