"Fine!" You shout and slam the door right in his face. 'That will teach him.' you think to yourself as you angrily walk down the hallway.
You ram your finger in to the elevator button. You fold your arms over your chest and let out a long obnoxious groan.
It feels better taking out your frustration on the elevator. The doors finally open and you step in.
'I can't belive him. What an asshole. Who does he think he is... Yeah okay, he's Harry Styles, but that doesn't mean he has the right to treat me like that...' I think angrily as I ride the floors down from the penthouse.
The elevator dings, announcing my safe arrival to the lobby. The doors slide open and I hurry across the entrance and out the door, opening it with more force than necessary.
'God its cold out' I think as I get outside. Wishing I had grabbed my jacket on the way out, I bundle up into myself and begin to walk down the sidewalk. 'Where to?' I think. I have no idea.
My mind races back to Harry and how I was starting to wish I hadn't reacted the way I did... 'No, that was completely his fault. End of.'
I take my phone out of my pocket and dial the person who would hopefully understand. The most understanding of the boys, he always had my back.
I put the phone to my ear as it rings and think 'Oh gosh, c'monnn. Pick up. I'm freezing my peanuts off.'
Just as It was about to go to voicemail the ringing stops and a familiar voice answers, "Hello Felicia" I hear a smile on his face by his tone, "what do I owe this special surprise?!"
I reply, "Hey, Liam. Mind if I stop by?"
