Love Will Find its Way

Blackmail

Ello there! This is a special announcement cause this chapter will contain different POV's, not only Thea's! And also, this is dedicated to @tomlinsonsexy. Check out her short stories!

Hope you enjoy, and don't hate me from uploading in time, due to my exams :( - Becky x

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It's been two days, since I've talked with Louis about me and Zayn's horrible accident. I feel like crap, whenever Liam is smiling at me, with his white set of teeth like there haven't been something on.  

The guilt is killing me, and I just want to cry every second I look at myself.

Currently I'm getting dressed up to meet the dancers, the boys is going to perform with on stage tomorrow. Apparently, they know what to do, since they've worked on their whole routine for 5 months, so it's all settled to perform on stage tomorrow.

I'm knackered, and I honestly don't want to go out of this place. Eventually I will, so I decided it would be this day, even though I didn't have to.

Slipping on my white knit sweater, denim shirts with a pair of wedges, I styled my hair into an messed braid, smiling when I felt satisfied with my makeup.

"You ready, babe?" Liam's sweet voice rung in my ears like bells.

I looked around, checking Liam's fit body out, mentally eye raping him. The guilt immediately build up inside of me, so I kept my stare on the floor instead of his gaze.

"Yeah." I simply said and kissed him lightly on his warm cheek. Recently, I've been refusing his hugs and kisses, so I'm making up for it to stop his suspense of why his girlfriend is being so distant lately.

I wish I could tell him why, but it'll both hurt him mostly and I in the process. I can't seem to put a finger on, how it would be without him. The thought of it almost made me cry.

As I popped out of my trance, he intertwined our hands and we got out to meet the boys sitting impatiently for me to get out.

"Finally! You take longer than Zayn!" Harry sighed and we all went our way towards the lift, after locking behind us.

Did I forget to mention that I feel like being kept an eye on? Well it all originates from Zayn. Ever since that awkward moment, more like never-going-to-happen-ever-again accident, he have been looking at me with a smirk, also with something else hidden underneath. And I'm sure it's guilt. Who wouldn't be sorry if they practically lied to your best-friend?

Before I even knew it, Harry opened the entrance doors and we were bombarded with a humongous wave of screaming, cheering and crying fans. Paparazzi hidden amongst them, acting if they were some boy-band crazed fan wanting to take a single picture, when they really wanted a million, plus something juicy to write about on their new article.

Within the seconds of waving, smiling and posing with some fans, who probably didn't know who I was, we got into the limo Paul was watching. He politely escorted me inside, as I was the last one to get in the lid up limo with expensive champagne in ice.

As usual, I didn't expect any silence coming, obviously because I was with five hormonal "teenagers" ALONE in a limo filled with boost.

Not long enough, the limo stopped when we made to our destination that happened to be a dance-studio.

"Let's see some chicks!" Harry and Niall shouted, pumping up their hands in the air, when we were heading inside. I felt myself relax, when I discovered that no fans and paparazzi was near.

All the way inside the lounge, I felt an uncomfortable feeling that someone was staring at my body lustfully. Turning around, I saw Zayn flinch away from staring at my butt. Why did I have to take shorts on? Stupid choice..