Wasted || Liam Payne

Chapter 2

Chapter 2 

Liam 

"Get up you shit!" 

 "Umph" I moan as a water bottle hits my head and falls to the floor. Fuck, what time is it? I roll over and look at the clock to find a note from Niall saying they've gone for food. Figures. I squint my eyes as the sun shines through the blinds making my killer headache even worse. Turning back over I bury my face in the pillow and try to remember the events of the night before. 

 I had planned on going to Hotel Café to check out Julian’s set, when Ashton and Mikey asked if they could tag along. It's cool having the other lads on tour with us, but it sucks that they're so much younger. There aren’t too many underage places in LA open during the week, but Harry knew of a little 90’s club off Sunset. The venue had low lights and a medieval feel with red walls and cast iron lanterns. It was pretty late so everyone there was already wasted. Feeling the need to catch up, Z and I head to the bar. Oh the bar, that’s where it started. Well, really the bartender. Curly blonde hair and arms sleeved in ink. She handed me a shot glass and without questions I tipped it back. Whiskey.  

 

"Ooohhh man!" Zayn yelped, obviously excited that I had made such a bold move. "Grab him another one!" he called to the blonde. The girl slid another shot over, letting her hand rest on the glass a little longer than necessary. 

 

"I'm gonna need your card on file sweetie." Reaching in to my pocket I pull out my Amex and hand it over. Her eyes grow as they glance over my name and I smirk with satisfaction. I may not be Harry, but I still love being recognized. 

 

"Is there anything else you would like Mr. Payne?" She asks. I can hear the nerves in her voice and decide to have some fun with her. 

 

I lean across the bar top and let my cheek graze her face as I whisper in her ear "That depends on what you're willing to offer ma'am"   

I rub my palm over the tightness in my pants as I remember the way her hips moved against my thighs. Her warm breath as she moaned against the hand I used to cover her mouth. I thrust in time to the memory of her wild curls that bounced in rhythm with her tight ass. I lick my lips as I watch the sweat that slowly danced between her tits. Fuck I could blow... 

"Is he up yet?" I hear Niall's hyena laugh from outside the door. 

"I tried" Louis says. 

I quickly pull the blankets up and roll over to my side as the door creeks open. 

"How are you feeling?" Harry asks, stepping into the room and handing me a cup of water and some Asprin. I immediately feel guilty as I take note of how our rolls have changed. The look of concern on his face is sobering enough. 

"Thanks mate, I'm sorry..." I trail off. I've said those words so much over the past few months that they probably don't mean much anymore. Harry smiles at me though and I know that no matter how much trouble I cause, he sincerely holds no grudge.  I wish I could say the same for Louis, he hasn't spoken a word to me in weeks without sounding pissed.  

I sit up in bed and discreetly try to adjust myself beneath the sheets before I stand up.  

"What the fucking shit?" I yell jumping back from whatever mess I just stepped in, Niall falls to the ground laughing while Harry is slumped over patting him on the back. The two of them together sound like a chorus of old witches. I look down to find the carpet stained in what looks like fucking period blood? 

"That's..." Niall says between gasps of air, "that's where you threw up last night!" 

"Was I throwing up blood?" I ask, suddenly worried.  

"No" Harry answers, "it's wine" 

"But, I didn't drink wine? 

"Funny, as shit-faced as you were, I didn't think you'd be able to remember" say's  Louis' bitchy voice as he walks into the room. 

Not wanting to deal with his attitude, I walk away and close the bathroom door behind me. I turn on the shower to drown out their conversation then move to look at my reflection. My eyes are blood shot and I haven't shaved all week, my shoulders are looking solid though. How did I end up in my boxers? Whatever; I pull them off and step into the water behind the steaming curtain. As the hot shower drips down my back, my thoughts drift again to the night before and I finish off the built up tension I had in bed.  

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Wrapping a towel around myself I step out into the hotel room to get dressed and start the day. It's already 2pm and we have our first show in 5 hours. The rest of the guys have left my room so I remove my towel and toss it over the stain on the carpet. I grab my phone and call the one person that I'm not too ashamed to speak to.  

" Mornin' Sunshine" 

"Hey have you all already left?" 

" I think Harry and Louis just left but Niall and I are down in the lobby if you want to catch a ride with us." 

"Alright give me five minutes I'll be right there." 

I hang up my phone and notice the blinking X in the top left corner. Scrolling down I see that I have two missed calls, one from Louis and the other from..  

CRASH! The lampstand shatters as my phone collides with the side of it. Fuck her!  

I pull on my joggers and tank and grab my jacket as I head out the door, barely remembering to pocket my room key. I don't know why the fuck she tried calling me. I've made it clear that I want nothing to do with her. She's dead to me. Damn I'm going to need a new phone now. I stop in the hall way realizing I'm a bit lost. Looking up and down both sides of the corridor I notice a trail of long brown hair turn a corner and decide to follow in the hopes that they're headed towards the lifts. 

I make a left and follow behind the girl hoping to go unnoticed. I love my fans but I'm a bit worked up right now and don't need to take it our on anyone else. Listen to me, how cocky do I sound assuming that any person I run into in a hallway is going recognize me. She looks a bit old to be a fan anyway, considering she's on her own and not with a parent or a group of giggling girls. She's walking slow, as if she's looking for something, maybe I was wrong to follow her, she seems lost to. 

Just as I stop to back track she turns another corner and I hear the familiar "Ding!" of the lift. As I rush to the door it's already beginning to close. 

"Wait! Can you hold it?" I shout out. The girl looks up from the back of the elevator and freezes. Her eyes grow large and her jaw drops causing her lips to form a perfect O, so much for her not recognizing me. For a split second I imagine how nice my dick would fit inside her mouth, then the doors close shut and I'm left standing there as the lift ticks down from level 38.. 37...  

I push the 'down' button and wait, cursing myself for breaking my phone. Hopefully Zayn is still waiting.