HAZEL STYLES POV

"What do you think you are doing here?" I whispered-yelled at Liam as I dragged him to a stop outside the gallery.

We stood face to face, me glaring daggers at him and him being blatantly oblivious to my rage, just like always. It was like I was losing my mind. How dare he come here and pull that stunt? What the hell was he thinking?

The night air blew around, the cold air seeping into my skin like pricks of tiny needles as I waited for him to say something.

Liam's ...