Liam's POV:
Tomorrow's my wedding and still now I haven't heard a word from my would be husband.
I can tell he's angry as f**k.
Beeep
I got a text. From Evan. I took a sigh of relief. He asked me to meet at a restaurant for lunch. I guess I can talk to him about that day.
I texted him that I'll be there in an hour.
I sighed as I drove.
Why am I even thinking to?
Why do I need to care for what he's thinking about me?
Liam you do.
I don't
Trust me you do
Why?
Who knows
Ugh! Fine I do!
I'm going crazy because of this conflict with myself.
"AAAH! DAMNIT!" I shouted as I looked away only to not notice something that came before my car.
Screeeeeeech!!!
I pulled my brakes. And saw a crowd formed within seconds infront of my car.
I got off only to see I hit a person.
Fuck!
"I
