dirty little secret [dark l.p]

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*ATTENTION*

I would just like to say a HUGE thank you to moaningharry_ for making my new cover :) it's absolutely perfect, so thank you!

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Emily's POV

When I wake up in the morning, Liam is gone. The bed is empty, and I'm all alone. I start to panic, but then I remember that he's probably just out in the kitchen, getting stuff ready for Christmas.

Realization hits me, when I notice I have to get things ready for when my mother comes, along with Liam's mother. Today is Christmas Eve.

I get up, heading to the bathroom right away. I sigh, taking in my appearance. There were slight bags under my eyes, like always, my eyebrows needed plucking, my eyes seemed a dull brown, and my hair was a mess. I was basically picking out all my flaws, even though I could go on and on. I started by taking the brush and getting all the tangles out of my hair. I put it in a neat high pony tail, but kinda loose on my head so I didn't end up with a migraine.

I got my makeup, spreading foundation under my eyes and on my cheeks. Once the bags were covered up, I took the mascara, and ran it along my top and bottom lashes. Once they were full, I brought out my light pink blush, adding some to both of my cheek bones. I added Chapstick, before slipping on a cute outfit for the day. Comfortable, but also cute.

I grab my phone from my dresser, almost afraid to check it. This shouldn't be like this. I should be able to go on my phone without being worried, that there is a threatening text waiting for me.

I turn my phone on, staring at the apple sign, waiting for it to turn completely on.

Once it's on, I have two new text messages. I'm glad to see one is from my mom.

Going to be a day late, flight was cancelled due to weather.

I sighed, knowing my mom would never come the day I planned. I replied with a simple, okay.

The next text was from, of course, unknown.

3 more days xx

I didn't think twice, before quickly deleting it. 3 more days. 3. What am I going to do?

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"Everything's ready?" I ask Liam, and he nods. He lets out a sigh of relief, before plopping down on the couch.

I sit next to him, letting out a breath of air.

"My mother should be here tomorrow, in time to open up presents." I say, and all he does is nod.

"So it's going to be just three of us tonight." I say, checking things off in my head.

"Food, decorations, presents, tree, shopping..." I trail off.

"Done." I finally say, smiling.

"My mum should be here within the next hour." Liam says, switching the tv on.

"Okay. I'm going to go down to the supermarket real quickly." I lie to him, grabbing my purse.

"Why?" He quickly stands up, following me.

"I need a few things for tonight. I think I forgot to buy chip dip." I lie again. This shouldn't become a habit.

"I'm coming." He says, turning the tv off.

"I will be fine Liam, it's right across the street." I say, and he sighs.

"Are you sure?" He asks, looking at me worriedly.

"Yes Liam." I say, about to open the door.

"If you aren't back in 10 minutes I'm coming to look for you." He says, and I nod.

"I'll be back before then." I'm not sure if I will or not, but I just tell him that.

I quietly shut the door behind me, before heading down to the elevator.

I'm not going to the store obviously, but I'm going to the abandon building across the street. I remember seeing someone in there, and that's when they sent me that text. They knew what I was doing, and that's the only place they could possibly see me, so I'm going their too see if anyone's there.

The cold air hits me, and I pull my jacket closer to my body, as I run across the busy street, looking both ways.

I walk down a small alley, trying to find an open door to the building. I find a metal door and try to open it. The door knob falls off, and I let it drop to the ground.

"Not that door.." I mutter, walking to another alley that leads to the back of the building. There's another door, but it's locked. Around it, there's a window. Surely enough, it's unlocked, and I don't miss the chance to climb in. The smell of old, musky, and mildew fill my nostrils. It's disgusting, but I manage it.

It's dark, but theres light deep through the windows. You could tell people have been in here before, because there's empty beer and soda bottles everywhere, and a few couches. I find a staircase, leading up to the very top floor.

From across the street, I could see my apartment. This has too be the floor where they texted me. I try to find a room where's its directly across from my window. After going in and out of random rooms, I find it.

There's a large desk, facing the window, with a small lamp on it that's on. There's papers everywhere, spreading across the desk. Then, there's a large leather chair, and I can't help but smell the familiar scent of something and maybe someone. I shiver at the thought, before walking over to the desk.

I move my fingers along the papers, just seeing a bunch of typed out papers.

I scan my eyes over one that's titled:

'EMILY'

I probably don't have much time too read it, so I fold it up, shoving it in my pocket. This is absolutely crazy.

After looking through the stuff, I stop. I see multiple pictures of me, making my heart stop. One is of me, just last night. My hands is intertwined with Liam's, but Liam's body isn't in the picture.

Another one is of me at the gift shop, than the last one I find, I'm walking out of the college. I swallow hard, before placing the pictures in their spot once again.

"Where's the shit at?!" A voice startles me, but it's from the staircase.

Shit, shit, shit!

I think quickly, looking around the room for somewhere to hide.

"In the office! Hurry up and get it, so we can leave!" I hear a voice, but it sounds muffled.

I panic, looking around frantically. I hear footsteps, and without thinking I shove myself in a small door, which is probably a closet.

I sit quietly, as I hear footsteps in the room. The person shuffles through the stuff on the desk, before grabbing something what sounds like a plastic bag.

"Fuck! It's not in here!" I hear the voice say. It's sounds awfully familiar.

"Under the desk, hurry the fuck up!" The older voice yells, and the person groans. They grab something, before slamming the door on their way out. I stay seated, not sure if I should leave or not.