36. Dont Touch.
A girl burst through the door with a large purse and a large pair of sunglasses. Her hair was tightly curled and she had stunning green eyes.
“Hi… you are..?” I politely greeted her.
She raised an eyebrow, and pushed her sunglasses to the top of her head. She then looked over at Liam grasping my hand. Her eyes narrowed and Liam dropped my hand quickly.
“Ahhhhhaallllllrighty then. This has been great and all, but now that you’re awake it’s time for you to realize that, that curly bastard over there? He’s your love. Not Liam. He’s mine. And only mine. Keep your paws off. Keep your claws off. He’s my territory, and dumb-ass out there is yours. Adios, toodle-oo, chau, bye.” She snatched Liam’s hand and dragged him out of the room.
“No! Bring him back!”
Louis held me back as I lurched forward, ready to wring green-eyes neck.
“I love you!” Liam yelled back at me, as he was being pulled out of the room.
Harry was in the hall and overheard. He couldn’t of yelled louder.
He stormed into my room and slammed Liam back against a wall. “YOU BASTARD! YOU DON’T KNOW THE FIRST THING ABOUT LOVE! YOU DON’T GET IT! YOU'RE SUCH AND ASSHOLE I CANT BELIEVE YOU!” He shoved Liam after every sentence. His actions brought on a quick flashback.