clock on your phone. 11:23pm.
You were having so much fun on your girl's night out, that you forgot the plans you and Liam made. You were supposed to be home three hours ago, so you could catch the plane to Italy, where you would spend your one year anniversary.
You knew he was going to be pissed when you got home; the plane was supposed to leave in a couple of minutes; but you didn't really care. Liam wouldn't do anything, he never did.
"I think we should go now.", your friend Mya slurred as you tried to get the shot glass out of her hand. The club was in full swing, music blasting from each corner of the room.
People were grinding against each other, making out and almost shagging on the dancefloor. Things were getting out of control and you knew it was time to leave.
You swung Mya's hand around your neck and helped her towards the exit. The cold wind hit you in the face harshly as you pushed her into a cab and climbed in after her.
You told the driver her address and Mya passed out halfway to her house.
When you got there, you just dropped her on the bed and made sure to lock the door with your spare key. When you arrived in front of your and Liam's apartment building, it was past midnight, yet you were still awake.
You turned your key into the lock and opened the door to reveal a black apartment. You turned light and set your clutch on the coffee table, before attempting to kick of your heels. You were interrupted by a very angry Liam who came in the living room wearing nothing but a pair of low waisted sweatpants and a white V-neck. His hair was up in a small quiff, which meant that he actually spent time on his hair, so he could look good for your trip.
"Where the HELL have you fucking been, (Y/N)?"
You immediately knew he was as angry as he could get; he never called you by your full name.
"I was out."
"OUT? UNTIL BLOODY ONE IN THE MORNING? What were you doing?"
"Uh...", you stuttered. What were you going to say? That you were out drinking with your friend Mya.
"Di- DID you fuck someone?"
"What?", you exclaimed. "I did NOT fuck anyone, LIAM!"
"You know our anniversary is tomorrow?"
You nodded. Maybe you could get your way out of this.
"Liam. I'm sorry I know you spent a lot of money on our trip...", you started as you removed your coat. It was getting warm in the apartment.
"I fucking DID!", he yelled and you threw your coat on the couch, running your hands through your hair.
"That's what you wore to the club? That fucking dress? I can see everything!"
