dirty little secret [dark l.p]

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Emily's POV

I focus on Liam's body beside me. His arm is resting on my stomach, while his other arm is rested above his head. His chest slowly rises and falls with each breath he takes. He looks so peaceful. Now that I think about, Liam isn't what he appears to be. He looks like someone who would go out and get drunk every night, and come home with a new tattoo, but he's not. Well, at least he isn't anymore.

Slowly and quietly, I step out of bed. I don't dare to make a sound, just in case if Liam awakes. When I walk across the wooden floorboard, it creeks with annoyance. I flinch, waiting a second before moving on.

I go into the bathroom, where my clothes were already picked out from last night. I strip out of Liam's t-shirt, throwing it into the dirty bin. I'm going to miss sleeping in one of his shirts. They smell so good; they smell like him.

I slip on the pair of jeans I had out, along with the white shirt, and jacket to go over it. Every step closer to being ready to leave, my stomach would keep rising. I just wanted to puke.

My head pounds as I run the brush throughout my hair. I watch as loose waves began to form in my hair, cascading down my back.

I dreaded leaving now. I didn't want too, and god only knows what's going to happen.

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Fifteen minutes later, I'm heading down the elevator, with nothing. All I brought was the clothes on my back, and nothing else. Not even my phone. I turned that off, leaving it in under the bed. I thought it would be best, considering there won't be anyone calling me, making my nerves rise even farther then they are.

The bus takes me as closest as I can get, to this building of Richard's. I look out the window, watching as the streets got emptier. The only people out were a couple of girls who were wearing too much makeup, and way too short of a dress. One of the girls got into a car, with a stranger. Well maybe it was a stranger, I don't know, but it looked like it.

My stomach does flips when I get off the bus, and start walking down the empty sidewalk. There's barely anyone around this part of town, and I'm already starting to get a bad feeling about this place. I should have never done this in the first place, I'm so bitterly stupid-

"Emily." A deep voice Interrupts my thoughts.

I freeze in my tracks, making the wind the only sound available. My hair gets blown by the wind, moving it closer to my face. I still don't move. Not even a centimeter.

"I'm glad you came." His voice is soft, and that's when I turn around. He looks like any other ordinary college student. He's wearing black skinny jeans, with holes in the knees, topped with a plain white shirt. Very similar to Liam.

As I stare at him, with his piercing green eyes and full curly hair, I'm trying to figure out who he is. I thought Richard was going to come and get me, or Zayn. I know this isn't Zayn, but is it Richard? I've never seen him before, so maybe it is him. I don't know anyone else that it can be.

"Well?" He says, waiting for me too answer. Nothing about him seems to be bad. I can also tell the boy looks nervous, and eager. His eyes wander around, before landing on me every now and then.

"Okay." I don't know what else too say, and I hope he didn't notice me taking in his appearance.

He chuckles, two dimples appearing on his face. He walks over to me, gently grabbing my arm. He makes me walk with him, and Im starting to panic.

"Where are we going, and who are you?" My voice comes out weak, and I'm disgusted with myself.

"Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you. I'll explain what's going to happen when we get there." He continues to walk, his grip on my arm still stern, and ignoring my last question.