dirty little secret [dark l.p]

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Emily's POV

Liam's lips on mine, felt like a drug that I haven't taken in a long time. The type of drug where you're hooked, and can't stop taking, so when you do take it after such a long time, you want to keep taking more and more of this drug; Like you're addicted. It's such a bad drug, that it could ruin your life forever. It could change it, so that it takes every bit of happiness and success away from you. That's what Liam's love is, to some people, but not to me. Liam and his love is what gives me that happiness and success in my life. He has changed my life in many different ways. Some people would say he has changed it for the worst, and that I should realize that. I don't listen to them of course, because they don't know Liam like I do. I know every single one of his secrets and all of his deepest thoughts, just like he knows mine.

After a while of taking this specific drug, it has already manipulated you in thinking it's the best thing that has ever happened to you. It makes your mind think that if you stop taking the drug, your life will crash down to the ruins. It manipulates you so well, you forget about life without it.

But when this drug does something, something so cruel, that you thought it would never do, you then realize everything that everyone has tried telling you. All the lies, and all the bad that comes with this drug, is what you finally realize.

And this, this is exactly how I felt.

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Third persons POV

It's been three days since the night Emily, Liam and Harry talked about Liam meeting up with Lia.

Today is the day that Liam is meeting Lia, and of course Liam didn't want Emily coming with. And for what reason? You will just have to find that out.

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Liam pulls his leather jacket closer to his body, as the wind picks up. His walking pace fastens up to a jog, as he goes to where Lia and him are meeting.

He knows that this decision will probably change everything, but then again it may work things out.

Liam turns the corner, pulling the collar of his jacket closer to his neck.

He stops dead in his tracks, when he sees her. The first time they have seen each other since he left he back in Wolverhampton.

Lia turns her head, hearing Liam's footsteps. For a minute, they both just stare at each other, obviously taken away at the moment.

Lia is dressed in a pair of tights, a shirt dress, along with a large peacoat that goes down her thighs. Her long hair is slightly blowing in her face from the cold wind, but that doesn't make her eyes move from Liam's.

Lia takes a step towards Liam, with hesitation.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, Liam's eyes find their way to the pavement, between him and Lia.

"You wanted to talk," Liam says. His hands are stuffed into his coat, and he keeps his eyes away from hers.

He knows that she has changed, but what he doesn't know is if she has changed for the better, or for the worse.

"Yes, and there is much to talk about," Lia says, leaning her back against the brick wall of a abandoned building.

Liam shifts his weight awkwardly, and slowly nods.

"First, I would like to know why you left me," Lia says, her expression turning sad.

"I know you probably won't understand, but I was fucked up back then. I did way too many drugs, and I was young. Hell, we were young. Way too young for a baby, and I was scared. I was scared that I couldn't take care of you, let alone a baby. I wasn't ready, and I'm still not. I don't expect you to forgive me, but-" Liam explains, but Lia interrupts.

"I forgive you," Lia says, stepping towards Liam. Liam's face drops, and his hands fall by his side.

"You what?" He asks, his mouth agape.

"I forgive you." Lia says, a smirk creeping on her face. "Our son is in a better home, and we don't even need to worry about him. We can just focus on other things.." Lia's hand finds Liam's arm, slowly tracing her fingers over it.

Liam shivers at both, the word our son, and Lia, who's fingers are slowly pacing along Liam's arm.

Liam slowly moves away from Lia, giving her a disgusted look.

"What do you mean, focus on other things?" Liam asks, his face forming in a scowl.

"Focus on us." Lia says, grabbing Liam by his leather jacket, and pressing her lips to his.

Little did they know, Emily was watching.

Being the stubborn girl Emily is, she followed Liam to the abandoned building, to listen in on what they were saying.

There stands Emily, in total disbelieve.

Emily's vision starts to blur, while her hands shake at her sides. Without thinking, Emily turns on her heels, sprinting back to the bus that she rode to follow Liam.

Behind Emily, she can hear shouting coming from Lia and Liam.

At this point, Emily doesn't even care.

Jealousy and rage builds within her. How could she not be jealous of a girl Liam loved before, and has a child with? Of course he was jealous, and therefor Emily knew exactly what to do.

The bus stopped at the end of the street, to where Harry lived. She knew Harry was home, because they talked before Emily left to follow Liam. What a mistake that was..

Emily enters Harry's home, obviously getting Harry's attention.

The expression on Emily's face, as she quickly makes her way towards Harry, gives a worried feeling towards Harry.

All at once, Emily grabs Harry's shoulders, lightly pressing him against the wall, and deeply kisses him.