"Morning, Beautiful!"
"Morning," I answered softly. It suddenly occurring that I didn't remember a thing about the night before. "What happened last night?" I asked while rubbing the sleep from my eyes lazily. Liam sighed.
"It was eventful, I'll tell you that . . .you don't remember?"
I shrugged. "Can't recall a thing."
"Well," he started. "Harry hit on you quite a lot." My heart dropped, my mind immediately thinking he and Harry fought.
"Oh my god, he didn't try and fight you, did he?" Liam laughed and my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What?"
"He didn't fight me, love. In fact when I asked him to stop flirting, he told me how lucky I was to have you and not to let people like him ruin it. He was rather drunk then, but it was still nice he said so," Liam smiled. "Although you almo
