Emma’s POV
“Liam,” I called out his name as I knocked softly on his bedroom door. “Is everything alright?” U asked.
No response.
“Liam,” I called out again.
Still no response.
“Leave me alone, Emma,” he grumbles. “I want to be left alone”.
I know I shouldn’t be bothered. I know I should have left him alone. I know he doesn’t deserve my worry or compassion, but s**t, I just don’t know how not to be bothered by things like that. I don’t know how not to worry about people I care about until I know they’re alright, regardless of whether that person has treated me right or not.
God, I hate this quality of myself so much sometimes.
Ignoring his words, I slowly opened the door and slipped in quietly.
“Hey,” I said, softly.
He was sitting down on his bed. He had his elbows resti
