Falling In Love With A Stripper. (Slowly editing.)

Part 4-

I wasn't quite sure if I was going to continue this story, but I definitely am now. :)

Sorry this chapter sucked, it'll get better I promise. :)x

"What's up?" I asked casually, "would you like to tell me what happened tonight?" he asked. I shrugged, "not really.. No.." Paul narrowed his eyes frowning again, "Liam. What did you do?" he asked. "Nothing.." I lied, "nothing at all." I added. 

"I'm taking your word on that, if I find out anything diffrent then me and you will be having another chat." I swallowed hard nodding my head turning into the room. I shut the door behind me falling backwards on my squishy bed nuzzling myself underneath the covers yawning. I closed my eyes and frowned peeling my eyes open staring at the light switch on the other side of the room. 

I threw the covers from my body and got up turning the light off and then falling back inbetween my sheets cuddling with a pillow wishing it was Olivia. Wait, did I just say that? I pressed my lips together and leaned over grabbing my phone from the night stand seeing one new message. 

Who is this?

Liam? From eariler.. 

I set my phone back down and snuggled back to my pillow steading out my breathing and falling asleep. 

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I sat up gasping for air feeling the cold sweat on the back of my neck, I rested my head in my hands sighing, I checked my phone seeing a new text from Ashley. 'Oh hey.. Whats up?' I checked the time and replied back, 'what are you doing up?' I set it on my chest as I laid on my back taking deep breaths thinking back on tonight. Now that I think of it, it probably wasn't a good idea giving my number out, although she didn't seem like the type of person to put it on the Internet or give it out. 

I knew her, well the old her. 

I never thought Ashley would ever do this to herself, it has been two years and I guess a person could change but I would've never guessed this. My phone vibrated on my chest and I checked it seeing 'getting off work soon why are you up?' I smiled typing back, 'I don't have a bed time love. ;)' I sent the message and laid the phone next to me as I rolled on my side rubbing my eyes and yawning. 'You sure about that? :)'  'I sure am. What time do you get off?' I typed back.

'Half hour..' I took a deep breath, 'let me get you home?' I sent the text stretching out yawning. 'No home to go too love, thanks tho.' I looked at the message. I stood up turning the light on rummaging through my suitcase on the floor peeking inside for a hoodie and a hat. 

I pulled my black hoodie over my head and my beanie on after sliding my feet into my supras and shoved my phone inside the pockets of my plaid pajama pants opening my door silently shutting it behind me. I knocked on Paul's door which was only three doors down, it took a few minutes before he pulled open his door squinting his eyes adjusting his white robe he had on. I couldn't help myself from laughing, I clamped my hand over my mouth and he glared at me. 

"Liam! It's three in the morning, what are you doing?" He whisper-yelled. I looked down to the ground.

"I need to go somewhere.."