"You're mine," he growled into my ear. "Not Niall's, not Zayn's, not Louis', and especially not Harry's. You're mine, and I will do what it takes to make you mine."

"Are you sure you're not out of time?" I looked at him over the rim of my glass filled with beer.

"I might be out of time, but I can fuck you better than any of them."

"Alright," I placed my glass down. "Then prove it."


28. returning to the music

Liam took my hand and once we left the main arena he walked faster. I could feel my dress cascade behind me as we began at a run. He stopped abruptly and it took me off guard as he placed his hands over my waist. 

I pushed against the wall as his lips crushed down on mine. He was making me breathless and I left out a gasp as the wall behind me vanished. We entered a dark room, and the door closed. I felt Liam's hand over my neck and he breathed his words like drifting whispers.

"Open your mouth," he spoke. 

A small smile escaped onto my lips, "Okay," I said and then opened my mouth expecting his lips to stop on mine and enjoy his tongue escaping into my mouth. 

I was wrong.

I felt something powdery land on my tongue. I opened my eyes, and swallowed the powder trying to get rid of the disgusting taste.

"What was that?" I asked him. 

All I heard was him counting down. "Thirty, twenty-nine, twenty-eight…."

"Liam what the fuck?" I slammed my fists against his chest in which he took hold of my wrists. He pushed me against the wall and I felt his forehead against mine. 

"Shh," he muttered before he continued. "Twenty-two, twenty-one, twenty…."

My eyes became half-hooded the darkness was developing back into a haze. "You've drugged me," I breathed. 

"Nine, eight, seven," he continued. 

"Liam," I muttered as he held me tight. My legs were falling beneath me but he kept me standing. 

"Three, two, one," he finished. 

"Liam?" I asked one more time, but the last thing I heard when his lips escaped to my ear and huskily spoke, rough words coming off his lips. 

"See you in Tomorrowland," was the last thing I heard running off his lips and into my ear. 

Then blackness rolled onto me. 

~~Liam's POV~~

"You have everything?" The Prime Minister asked me.

"Yes, Sir," I replied. "Just have to get Boston out of the car."

"Your generation really knows how to get people places," he laughed. "I'm glad you're taking her away."

"She needs to relax, and going back will be the best." 

"Will the others be there?" 

"Niall, Zayn and Louis. Harry was invited, but we are unsure if he will be there."

"Well good luck, have her call me if she wakes up more pissed off than what she should be."

"Will do, Sir," I finished and John walked over to the black car and opened the back door. 

Boston was asleep, the thin strap of her silver silk dress was falling off her shoulder. I placed my arms around her and lifted her from the car. She was in my arms and I nodded to John before walking back to the private jet. 

I took her up the stairs and placed her on one of the cushioned seats. Simon and John were letting us go back to the festival as a getaway before tour starts again and Bo left for America. Now I was boarding the band's private jet, where we were supposed to meet the rest of the lads in Belgium. 


I woke to a slap to the face. "What the--?" I said as I woke abruptly from my sleep. 

"What the fuck are you doing? How dare you drug me," Bo was standing over me and I was slow to stand up beside her. 

"Bo, listen, yes it was my idea but--."

"I'm going to fucking kill you," she yelled as I backed up. 

"Do you even know where you are?" 

"Why do you think I'm pissed? I usually don't like when people decide to drug me and decide to have a plane adventure." 

I laughed, and she stepped forward. "Just look outside." 

She lifted an eyebrow and I nodded towards the window. She exhaled before going over and looking. I followed her, and she soon gasped as the plane flew over the stage, the tents, the lake. 

"You brought me back?" 

"Yea," I was waiting for the hug, the kiss but instead I got another slap in the face. "Ouch."

"You think this is funny? Liam, how could you?" 

She walked away and found the bedroom suite and locked herself inside. 

I was so confused, I thought she would enjoy going to the festival she really didn't enjoy the year before. I thought she would be happy to go back.

"Bo," I knocked on the door. "Come on, it will be fun. I'll be with you."

~~Boston's POV~~

I slid down the door and onto the floor, bringing my knees to my chest. Trust me I wanted to go to a music festival badly. It freaked me out how badly I wanted to be inside a mosh pit and scream to the music. 

This was different.

I never wanted to return to Tomorrowland, I wanted to forget it. Now Liam has brought me back to the memories I tried so desperately to escape. I wasn't ready to face the things that could possibly happen again. I wasn't ready to face the festival that could've killed me. 

I took a deep breath. I wanted to go, but another part, the terrified part of me was telling me no. Not to go. 

If I don't go, I'll regret it. 

I stood up and opened the door slowly, seeing a distressed Liam on the other side was lip biting. 

"Is Harry going to be there?"

"Honestly," he started. "I don't know."

I closed my eyes briefly, and I felt Liam's hands on my shoulders. I looked up at him. 

"I will never let you out of my sight," he said. "I'll do whatever just for you to be happy."

"You'll do whatever?"

"Anything," he confirmed. 

I brought my hands up over his chest and closed my fists around his white tee shirt. "I want you to fuck me to the music," I breathed.

He swallowed, "I'll do anything." 

Then he pulled my head forward by his hand on the back of my neck, and placed his lips over mine. My fists tightened as I knew I was probably doing something stupid, allowing the past back into my life. 

But I had Liam. 

Liam who was strong, and protected me. 

Liam who made me reach a different world just by his touch.

Liam who took every innocence from me. 

Liam who I've confided my trust in.

Liam who let me get shot. 

Liam who left me.

Maybe this was a bad idea. 


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