Quill[Sequel to More Than This]

A/N: one shot sequel to More Than This

Then there’s pounding. I suppose Liam is taking his anger out on the nearest wall. Ever since Vegas he has been a little---okay, maybe a lot off his game. His anger has spiked to substantial levels, and sometimes he was so irate, he’d end up taking it on us. Well, never me. I think if he were to yell at me, all the feelings of Vegas would return. I’m thankful for that though. I would hate to be trapped in a room with angry Liam bursting at every corner. I wouldn’t know what I would do or how I would handle the situation. My conscious says that I’ll probably jump him, release all this sexual tension I’ve had build up since our breakup. I tried finding release elsewhere but could never bring myself to do it with someone who wasn’t Liam. Even my hand is non negotiable.
And just as if he could read my mind, Liam is in my room, a perfect vision of the last time I saw him when we were backstage in the janitor’s closet. His chest is heaving, his nose is flaring, his eyes are scorching hot and I can feel the heat radiating from his body.
I gulp.