Cause and Effect

Part 13

A/N: okay, "guy from the club" is played as Milo Ventimiglia. 

I REALLY want to tell you his name, but... nah. You'll get to it.

((! A bit of boyxboy action happens in this chapter (not a lot so calm your horses... Kelly) If it makes you feel uncomfortable... Sucks for you because idk how you'd skip that... :)-Ruben))

-Daniel-

I woke up feeling dull. That's how I felt throughout all of this. Dull. I didn't know about Lilly. My anger kept getting in the way and controlling me. And that guy... Oliver. He pisses me off to no end.

Sighing, I got up and walked to take shower. I did what I always did and looked in the mirror.

I frowned. This time not because of my hair dye. My eyes, they look as dull as I feel. Maybe even worse. And they're forming bags under them.

"Perfect," I muttered before hopping into the shower and getting dressed. I decided, since I wasn't going to be traveling outside much, I would just wear some sweat pants and a hoodie I brought along with me.

I looked around the room and noticed everyone still asleep except Brent, and Eliza. Ally, it seems, is gone. While Jake is still sleeping in the bed he shared with Brent, and Oliver is sleeping on the arm chair in the corner of the room.

I grabbed my phone and headphones before walking out of the room and into the hallway. I began walking but stopped when I realized... I had no shoes on... What. The. Hell? I looked down the hall that I just came down from, deciding I didn't want to bother the others for shoes I shrugged and continued my way down to the lobby. Which actually wasn't that bad. It wasn't a big fancy place with a huge chandelier hanging from the ceiling or a water fountain in the middle of the room. But it did have chairs. Big comfortable chairs, surrounded by plants, and over-shadowed by a sun roof.

I sat down on one of the chairs and plugged in my headphones. Scrolling through my music till I stopped on "This Is Gospel" by Panic! At The Disco. What? Just because I love One Direction doesn't mean I don't listen to other stuff.

I closed my eyes as I brought my feet up to my chest, resting my chin on my knees.

I felt the seat next to me sink, but I didn't care. I was in my element. My comfort zone and I'm not going to let some random person sitting next to me ruin it.

After a bit of lounging around I decided I should go back up to the room. I stood up stretching my limbs, and walked towards the stairs.

When I turned the corner, I bumped into something. Hard. Making me fall down and land on my butt.

I muttered an "ow" and rubbed my lower back slightly. I looked up to see shocked green eyes, staring down at me.

He cleared his throat and leaned down to help pull me up. "I'm sorry, Jesus that's the second time today. I really need to pay attention to where I'm go...ing..." he stopped and stared at me for a moment. His eyes seeming as if they were absorbing every detail they could of my face, before they widened. "You!" he pointed at my face slightly, his Irish accent sticking out. " You're that guy I danced with at a bar nearly a week ago! And... You're wearing no shoes?"

I looked down at my feet, then gave him gave him a confused look... Bar?... Bar!

I backed away from him and his offending finger. " Y-You..." I narrowed my eyes and started to walk past him, but he grabbed my wrist.

I turned around swiftly, glaring at him. "Let me go or I will hurt you." He smirked, and chuckled a bit. Ok are ALL of my threats suddenly becoming funny or...?!

"Try me," he challenged. Well... He did say to. So I did.

I swung my free fist as fast and hard as I could. But that didn't matter. He caught it. Easily. He grabbed both my wrists and pushed me up onto a near by wall. Pinning me between him and the wall. He smirked down at me as I glared up at him. His green eyes lighting up with amusement. His height slightly taller than my 6'2 height. He lowered his face close to mine, making my eyes widen in fear. I tried struggling more, but he just tightened his grip. His face even closer to mine. I turned my head slightly as his lips barely caressed my ear.

His voice, and accent growing deeper. Which in any other situation, I would've found to be extremely hot. His lips brushed against my ear as he whispered, "Wanna try that again, sweetheart?"

This bitch did NOT just call ME "sweet heart". I pushed as hard as I could to get his body from being flushed on top of mine. When I finally got him within two feet from me, I snatched my hands away.

"Don't. Ever. Fucking touch me, and don't EVER call me sweetheart. Got it?" I clenched and unclenched my fists, before walking, well more stomping away to my hotel room, muttering profanities under my breath.

I heard him laugh lightly and mutter a "no problem... Sweetheart."

Damn this guy gets me angry.

A/N: oi DD-shipping YASS in case any of you are wondering, Neilly and Emily are here they edit though because me and Kelly suck with grammar and stuff... I've already said that. Oh well.- Ruben