Shadowed (z.m)

12.

"Liam, you can't just be his punching bag! This is ridiculous, he can't treat you like this." I'd managed to drag Liam back to the club with me. That way I wouldn't have to hang out with Emily and Amanda who were still sat with Adelaide at the bar.

Part of me wished that I didn't go to the park. What I heard and saw didn't help me in any way, shape or from, it would've been better unheard of. Zayn being involved with drugs was bad news, and from what I heard it seemed as if though he was very involved, maybe even dealing. But since I couldn't just forget about it I decided to snoop and find out more.

"It's not like it matters anymore. I owed him money and he has it now. All he wants now is you and he'll be a happy asshole." It shocked me how lightly Liam looked at it. They were supposedly best friends but last time I checked best friends don't punch each other in the face.

"Well, he's not getting me. All he wants to do is sleep with me which he's already done a million times so I don't see what difference it makes." I shrugged, sipping on whatever drink was in front of me.

"But it makes all the difference. You may not see it yourself but the way he sees it is that you're a trophy." I couldn't help but laugh at Liams crazy statement. A trophy? For what - cheating? Why was I even still interesting to him?

"Wow thanks, I'm a trophy..." I sarcastically giggeled, rolling my eyes. What a stupid suggestion.

"No you don't get it. He thinks that you're still wrapped around his finger, right? And what guy wouldn't want a gorgeous girl wrapped around their finger? He thinks that when he's with you it gives him status. People are getting more and more intimidated by him. He's dealing drugs for fucks sake! Having a girl by the side of another one only increases his bad boy rep." Liam spoke with low words so that no one would hear us, though I doubted that someone would considering the loud volume of the music. "For some twisted reason you mean something to Zayn, obviously more than what Perrie means to him."

"Please don't say that," I begged, "It only makes me feel worse when people bring her up."

"Sorry but it's true." Liam gave an apologetic look. The redness had gone down slightly but his eye was still swollen and was starting to go purple.

"So what do I do?" Do I avoid him or do I act on these feelings and crush him in the end? Now that Zayn was back from London I started to realise how little I had appreciated the fact that he'd been gone. At least I hadn't expected him to come back to me once he'd return.

"That's up to you. What do you want to do?" Picking at my nails, I stared around the room. What if he came here? He'd just been in the park so it wasn't impossible. And the mere thought made me squirm. This new piece of information, the drug dealing, made me somewhat afraid of him. Zayn had always been an asshole but never a dangerous one, not to me anyway. But who knows what he could be up to? From what I've heard drug dealing is not the safest hobby.

"I-I don't know." I honestly responded. What I really wished I could do was play him like he played me. Ever since he blamed the whole cheating thing on me I've been wanting to get back at him. The problem with this is that I would have to let him into my space and back in my life. Despite being gone for two years he had no trouble with making my walls crumble. He was too hard to resist. And the drugs. I wouldn't want to mess with someone with those kinds of contacts.

"Okay but keep in mind that you can pretty much do anything with this as long as you keep it a secret. Zayn's been eyeing you closely." I reacted strongly to Liams last sentence. He'd been eyeing me? What is that supposed to mean?

"Has he been stalking me?" I almost shout in outrage. My level of disgust only rose with all these foolish things Zayn had decided on doing. If I could redo anything in my life it would be taking back the first time I kissed him. After that I was hooked, like a stoner with his weed.