She can't really pinpoint it, the exact moment she looked at Liam and no longer saw the fourteen year old she first met. She doesn't care to, honestly. Because when she looks at him now she sees her future laid out in front of her, and that feels a hell of a lot more important. Or: the one where Cheryl actually manages to get it right, and Liam is the lucky son of a bitch that landed his celebrity crush.
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