Impulse

AN: I wasn't gonna post this bc i was gonna be evil but like tbh i need you to read it bc im very proud of this one shot and yeah idk. I'm still HELLA lazy to edit it but, meh. I'm sure a few typos are fine. anyway, lay, I hope you like this! 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY. THIS IS FROM ME TO YOU ILY xx

WARNING: this has kinda but not reall explicit content. also this is the first time ive ever written anything beyond a little smooching so idk how it is but yeah i tried lol 

Layla stepped out of the bar, her eyes darting up and down the street like she was looking for someone and Liam had a feeling he knew whom. It made him nervous with anticipation but, at the same time, he found he didn’t care all that much. He’d been reckless that night and now she was aware of his presence in her life. She was never meant to find out, not this way. And yet, somehow, he was relieved because hiding from her was getting harder and harder to manage, especially when she was out on her own in the middle of the night oblivious to the wandering eyes of slimy men. Liam took a puff of his cigarette as he unconsciously clenched and unclenched his right fist, slinking deeper into his hidden alcove in the alley across the road.

He watched the wide eyed girl drop her head down in disappointment before she quickly rushed past the group of intoxicated men outside the bar. It was clear from her quick, precise steps that she was trying to avoid drawing any attention to herself. It was no use though because as her heels quietly clacked against the pavement all eyes were instantly drawn to her.

She could feel their calculating gazes and wrapped her arms around herself. Layla lowered her head further to allow her hair to fall in front of her face like a curtain, creating a false sense of security from their prying eyes and quickened her pace silently; all the while praying to get home safe. She knew this had been a bad idea the moment she’d left the house so late and on her own…and yet she had to know. She had to know if he was real. She had to know if he was back.

“Hey hot stuff.” One of the men called out his eyes eagerly trailing up the Layla’s stocking clad legs. She held back a shiver, glaring over at the man.

Liam’s fingers tightened on the butt of his cigarette squashing it between his thumb and forefinger before throwing it carelessly aside as the urge to blind the man suddenly seemed quite appealing.

“Where are you off to, baby? Come have a drink with us.” One of his friends grinned suggestively, and this time Liam didn't hold back the growl that slipped past his lips as he took an exaggerated step towards Layla, his Layla.

“Yeah we’ll keep you safe.” Another one spoke, the tone of his voice completely contradicting his words.

Liam’s normally pretty brown eyes were now pitch back and his vision blazed red at the tone these men were using. He knew that with one more disrespecting word out of their mouths and he would snap. He was almost hoping they’d say something so he could have the satisfaction of pummeling into their faces, the thought of the crunch of their bones snapping bringing a sadistic smile to his face.  

“I think I’ll manage on my own, thanks.” Layla spoke slowly, trying to scurry away from them without any drama. The night had been a waste. She hadn’t seen him and now it looked like she’d have to deal with a bunch of pissed middle age men who were looking to get frisky. Layla rolled her eyes.