Love Will Remember ♥

Marissa's P.O.V

FUCK! GODDAMNIT. REALLY? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?
4:00 am and miss Sanchez isn't back yet.
I know she was at Liam's and that's what freaked me out more!
What could they possibly be doing? Oh shit! What am I supposed to tell my aunt?
Oh hey, a gang leader broke into our place, forcefully took your daughter out, now she's at his place and God knows what he's doing to her?
Of course not! What the hell?

As I was swearing at myself and everything, someone knocked on my door.
Who could it be? Who would come for a visit at this hour? Maybe the cops? But why? Oh shit, what if one of the neighbors seen Liam taking Gabi out or when he broke into our place? No, it couldn't be.

Even if it was, they'd be here earlier, not at this hour, right?
But still, it was Liam Payne we're talking about here and they could do nothing about it.
I went to the kitchen, grabbed a knife- just in case) and went over to the door.
What? It could be a ganganster or something!
I slowly opened the door and recognized a fimiliar face behind it.. Shit!
It was Louis Tomlinson.

Why the hell was he here? I, of course could not slam the door shut in his face, I stood still at the doorway.
Frozen in my place.
I opened my mouth to speak, but shut it again.
I didn't know what to say.

No words came out of my mouth and honestly; I was shocked.
"Are you gonna let me in or what? It's freezing out here." He rolled his eyes.
"I-I.. Of course come in." I said as I stepped out of his way and let him into my place.
He causually made his way over the couch and sat there placing his legs on my coffee table. I entered the kitchen and placed the knife back to its place.

I walked up to him and stood right in front of him. "Would you please put your legs off of my coffee table?" I asked politely, he rolled his eyes and put them down, throwing his hands in the air and raising his eyebrows at me.
"Well, thanks." I thanked him, "Do you have any beer?" He asked rudely as he made his way down the hall and to the kitchen like he already knew this place.
"No." I answered. Although his back was facing me, I knew somehow he was rolling his eyes.
"Wiskey?"
"No"
"Vodka?"
"No"
"Bullshit! You haven't got any kind of alchohol here?" He said as he put his left hand on his left hip.
"Well, I'm not much of a drinker" I said trying to sound as confident as Gabi, but I successfully failed.
"But you do drink at night clubs, right love?" He raised an eyebrow at me.. what?
How did he know? Well, I don't drink too much, but still..
"Yeah.. sometimes" I replied.
"Yeah, right. 'Cause the last time I saw you, you were drunk as fuck." He replied rolling his eyes.

Wow. He could break a record and become "the champ of rolling the eyes".
Anyway, what? The only time he's seen me was the first time I slept with him, which was the only one!

And I pretended that I was drunk.
Unless he's seen me more times than I think he has, but I don't ever being drunk as fuck.
Slightly drunk yeah, but not that drunk.

I'm aware to what happens around me most of the time, so yeah..
He opened the fridge still rolling his eyes.
"What is it with all these girly drinks you've got here?" He questioned.
"I- what?" What the hell is wrong with him?
Yes, he might be dangerous, he might be scary, he might be ruling London, but it's still my fucking place and he's got no right to come and tell me why or what is it with my flat!
Fuck him!

Shit, I already did that.. not willingly though.
"She's still with Liam, then?" He asked.
"Yeah.."
"Cool.." he mumbled as he walked back to the living room.
He sat on the couch where he was seated before and I sat across from him.
"So.. what brought you here at this late hour?" I asked, curiousity getting the best of me.
"Why? It's just popped in my brain and I came. Since Liam took your cousin and out, and you were left alone here.." He said and his voice was low and raspy making goosebumps be visible on my skin...

Gabriella's P.O.V

Just when I realized what I was doing, I instatly pulled away breaking the kiss, Liam gave me a puzzled look as if waiting for me to speak.

"I need to call Marissa." I breathed.
"She called about an hour ago and I told her that you were alright and no need to worry." He explained.
"What? Who gave you the right to answer my phone? Are you serious? What the hell?" I snapped.
"Hey, calm your tits! Jesus, Gabi!"
"I won't calm any fuck! I want to go back home. Right. Now." I hissed.
"Good night, Gabriella." He said before heading out of that freaking bedroom and locking the door behind him.

Is he serious?
Oh Lord!
Well, Liam Payne, you messed with the wrong person.
I got out of the bed and headed towards the window and tried to open it.
Locked.
Fuck.

I looked around me in hope to find something helps me break this window. Nothing.
Then, I noticed a chair placed behind a large cherry wooden desk.
I ran towards it and grabbed it. I carried it towards the window and took a deep breath.
I should take the risk and do this. I knew too well that that'd make Liam running in here and if he caught me, then I'm dead, but after all it's my freedom we're talking about here!
What were we talking about?

Oh yeah, and as I took a deep breath, I lifted the chair and slammed it against the window.
A loud thud was heard as small pieces of glass flew in the room. I kept slamming the chair against the window until it was glass-free.
I looked out of the window and there was a fire escape stair case.
Jesus loved me, I've always known it.

I stepped out of the window and my bare feet hit the cold iron-made stair case.
Ow. Cold, cold, cold. Shit!
I heard the room's door being unlocked and I ran as fast as I could.
I was wearing a dress that covered only 40% of my body and I was bare feet.

Yup! I'm that idiot girl who wears too few clothes, escapes- well, tries to escape out of a gang leader's house and runs in the streets of freezing London.
My mum should be proud...

Notes

I'm sorry for the short chapter.. and for being late :/ and the typos..
Anyways, vote? comment? pretty please? ^.^
And I know it's kinda late but.. MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!! :*

~Marina!