She's Not Afraid

CHAPTER FORTY-NINE: CAN WE DANCE?

CHAPTER FORTY-NINE: CAN WE DANCE?

"What the hell, Louis?" I tried to sound calm and collected for now.

"What did I do?" He asked innocently.

"Do you really have to ask that? Just let me punch you already..." I got impatient.

"You're not mad about the tattoo, are you?" He asked.

"Mad? I want to murder you right now if only there weren't any security cameras around..." That and other things like leaving me and going into hiding.

"So you want an apology? Okay, I'm sorry that I didn't ask for your permission beforehand." He sounded sincere for a trickster alright.

"..." Who knew that a single apology would get rid of all the remorse that I have for the guy just like that.

"Do you accept my apology or do I still have to make a tremendous effort for you to forgive me?" He pulled his 'puppy eyes' look on me.

"I have nothing else to say to you." That's strange, it never had an effect on me before...

"So does that mean I'm forgiven?" He continued to annoy me.

*THE NEXT DAY*

"What are you doing here, Zayn?" I found him on my doorstep first thing in the morning.

"Uh, I didn't exactly get to finish what I wanted to say to you last night... mind if I come in?" He asked.

I let him in anyway.

"What was I going to say again?" He scratched his head.

"You came here to tell me something and you're asking me what it is?" I rolled my eyes.

"Uh..."

*Doorbell rings*

"Package delivery."

"Oh, I didn't order anything..." I told the delivery guy.

"You're Cher Lloyd, right?" He asked.

"Yeah."

"Then this one's for you." He handed me a huge rectangular object wrapped in paper which seemed like a painting.

"Sign here." I did what I was told without asking any more questions for it was quite tiring to do so and once the delivery guy left, I immediately ripped open the package.

"Who's it from?" Zayn asked.

"It doesn't say..." It's a mystery package alright.

When I finished unwrapping the package, I was mesmerized by the beauty of the painting right away.

Staring back at me were my own pair of light-brown eyes...

"Looks like you got yourself a secret admirer..." He stared at my portrait.

Secret admirer? That's the last thing I need right now... I just dealt with Louis and now this?

"There's a note at the back." Zayn informed me.

'Come to a house party that's going down tonight.'

******

"Are you sure this is the right party?" Zayn asked.

"Gee, I don't know. The note wasn't exactly very specific..." I retorted back.

We went to the nearest party that we could find down my block which is stupid because I'm not really in the mood to play games with a stranger.

"I'm leaving." I bolted for the exit but Zayn grabbed my arm.

"Don't you want to find out who's this 'mystery guy' of yours?" He arched an eyebrow.

"Not really. Why are you even here with me, Zayn?" I crossed my arms.

"It's because I wanted to check out my competition to see if he's more good-looking than I am." He said in a low whisper.

"What?"

"It's because I thought you might need a body guard just in case your secret admirer turns out to be a serial killer?"

"That'll do." His reason has a point.

"But I won't be needing your services for now so go flirt somewhere in the corner or something." I shooed him off.

"But I... okay." He sauntered off just like that. Boys.

I decided to go sit on the couch and was later on awkwardly sandwiched by two pair of couples who were busy making out. Gross.

"Do you want to dance?" A blonde guy who had his hair slicked back stood right in front of me as he offered his hand out.

Should I take it or not? I'm a bit conflicted here but he does have a charming smile...

"Okay." I took his hand then he led me to where a crowd was dancing off to a live band playing.

"You don't remember me, do you?" He asked.

"I'm sorry, have we met before?" I asked back.

"Let's see..." He then groped my ass out of nowhere.

"Yep, you still got the same tight ass that I enjoy groping, Lloyd." He smirked.

"What the f*ck?!" I pushed him away then he had his hands up in defense.

"Tristan! It's about time you play the drums, buddy! It's not going to play itself you know..." A brown-haired guy with the same slicked back hair whom I think is the one who plays the lead guitar in the band spoke through the microphone.

"Jeez, I'm coming alright! See you around Cher. It's nice to see you again. You're looking very lovely." The guy called Tristan said in his thick British accent and then he winked at me before he returned to his band.

He looks very familiar alright but I guess there's something wrong with my long-term memory...

'I talk a lot of shit when I'm drinking, baby.

I'm known to go a little too fast.

Don't mind all my friends, I know they're all crazy,

but they're the only friends that I have...

I know I don't know you,

but I'd like to skip the small talk and romance, girl.

That's all I have to say so, baby, can we dance?'

Their band started playing.

Just when I was about to leave, I bumped into someone unexpected.

"Liam?"

"Cher? What are you doing here?" He was looking pretty nervous.

"Looking for a certain someone to tell me the truth." I answered.

"Huh?"

"How about you? Why are you here?" I always pictured Liam with an apron on him at most times, doing all the house work by himself instead of partying in someone else's house.

"..." I bet he's still thinking of what to say.

"Oh. I get it. I think I know why you're here. Admit it already..." I cut to the chase.

"Admit what? Oh. No way! I'm not ready yet..." He then ran away from me and disappeared rather quickly into the crowd.

I always had this tiny bit of suspicion that he MIGHT be my 'secret admirer' because the guy always seems nervous around me like he's keeping a secret from me or something...