Felicia's POV
I rapidly walk down the hall, crying, whipping the tears that are flowing down my face.
I ram my finger in to the elevator button and wait for the elevator to ding to our floor, penthouse.
When the doors open I longingly look down the hall, hoping Harry will sprint down it telling me not to leave, to stay, to hold me like he had the night before.
When I realize this isn't going to happen I swiftly step in the elevator wanting to leave the building immediately.
The elevator dings, announcing my safe arrival to the lobby. The doors slide open and I hurry across the entrance and out the door.
The morning is chilled. 'Its cold out' I think. I bundle up into myself and begin to walk down the sidewalk but this time I know exactly where I'm headed.
I had made up my mind in the elevator. 'If Harry wants me to go see Liam, That's what he'll get.'
