I take a deep breath and knock on Liam's door. 1, 2, 3 knocks. I pause a moment and let my hand fall to my side. A second later the door jerks open and Liam Payne has me in a bear hug before I can even register what was going on.
"Urg. Hey Liam." I manage to sputter as he chokes the life out of me.
He finally let's go and stands back to look at me. "Hey Felicia! Long time no see" he says half laughing.
That's what I love about Liam. Always smiling.
A look of concern flashes across his face. "What's wrong? You look sad... Did something happen... Is it Harry?" He rushes out.
As my eyes start to water, he realizes I'm not okay. He grabs my hand and pulls me into his house and plops me on the coach. For a moment he just stares at me. Then he gets up and heads to the kitchen.
"I'm making you some tea, yorkshire?" He shouts.
"Mhm. That's fine. Thanks." I say back. I realize, compared to my shaky voice I must look awful. I look in a mirror across the room and I'm right. I look like shit. Face red from the cold, eyes puffy from the crying, and of course that look of sheer sadness on my face doesn't help.
Liam bustles in with some tea on a tray and places it down on the coffee table. As he's adding sugar and milk I can't help realize how good he looks. His buff biceps and tans skin, only to be complimented in a teal flannel shirt.
I shake the thoughts out of my head. I was here to talk about Harry. Not drool over his friends. Liam is in love with Danielle. I'm better than that.
Liam hands me a cup and I thank him. He's being more gracious than usual. I must realllyy look awful.
He breaks the silence by saying, "So, tell me... What happened?"
I sigh and put my tea down. I collect all my thoughts on what happened and start to explain in detail.
