LIAM:
"Daddy, you're hurting him!" You shrieked as you saw your father gave Liam a hard pat on the back.
"Nonsense!" Your father laughed before patting Liam's back again, harder than before. Your poor boyfriend winced as he rubbed the stinging pain on his back.
"Daddy!" You screamed as Liam gave a grunt of pain, his arm on his back. You rushed to him and massaged his back, relieving the pain.
"Y/N, I need to talk to you. Now." Your father seemed angry as he stormed off. You scurried after him, worried.
"Yes, daddy?" You asked in your sweetest voice as your father gave you a glare.
"I don't want to see you with him anymore." Your dad was serious as he said that, expecting you to follow what he says.
"Dad, I'm an adult. I can handle things by myself." You were annoyed by the fact that your father still treated you like a six year old.
"Why can't you see that he's a bad influence?" Your father's voice was a pitch higher as you shook your head.
"Liam's never a bad influence. He's the sweetest guy ever. He buys me chocolates and sweets when I'm moody, he watches movies with me and he never drinks." You defended your boyfriend by giving a huge speech about how great Liam was.
Your dad sighed, knowing Liam was the one for you.
