Ten

What the hell is Liam doing?

One minute he's being all normal, the next minutes he's drowning in rage and breaking down his own door.

The last thing he wants is a tear on my face? Please.

Then he should have thought about it before after all these.

And it's not like he knows me or whatever to actually care, I am also a stranger to him.

I take a step back, trying to break Liam's arms around me.

But he pulls me back, making my head fall back to his chest.

"Let me go," I sniff, taking in how calm he smells. If lavender were mints, then that's exactly how Liam smells.

"Promise to stop crying?"

I hear the thickness of his voice from his chest.

I give no reply and he lets go of me either way.

Still with his hands on my shoulders, he smiles down at me.

Why the hell is he smiling so much?

I am in a crisis here!

"C'mon" He nods, his hand circling my shoulders and leading me to the bed, where he gently pushed down my shoulder to make me sit.

And now seated, his height looks ev