Tension is high, air swirling with red-hot anger and harsh words. Your face is turned away from the source of furious state, and you are trying your hardest to not let him see your eyes that are drowning with tears.
Liam is a few feet away, one hand tightened in his hair and the other covering his face. You hear him take a shaky breath in the eerie silence before he moves his hands down to his sides, his hands no longer apprehensive.
Your arms are folded over your middle as you keep your eyes trained on your feet. You blink, letting the tears gush down your cheeks and cover your face. A sob escapes your mouth as it all becomes too much.
Liam’s hands flash in your vision, and you recoil, his hands stopping in his tracks. You look up through your blurry vision to find Liam’s hand outstretched, but not in the menacing manor that you were expecting. He looks like he is about to wipe your tears away, not hit you.
“Kenzie,” he croaks out. “I would – never –”
You feel more tears stain your face, your lip quivering. At this point, you’re just mad at yourself. Of course he would never harm you, not in a million years. And now Liam looks more hurt than he has the past half hour, and it’s all your fault.
“I’m sorry,” he steals the words right out of your mouth. He turns around, walking out the door before you can stop him. Your lip trembles, but no more tears come out.
You stand there, completely clueless as to what to do. You feel as if you have ruined everything. You absentmindedly look around the living room, the shattered television remote scattered in pieces around the floor. You pick up the bits, feeling as broken and worthless as the remote is.
All you want is Liam to come back, and then you can tell him how sorry you are and how much you love him. But it seems impossible that he would come back.
After what seems like hours, but must be only twenty minutes, you hear the front door open and close. You’re afraid to go see if it is actually Liam, and if it is, what state he is in. So you stay in your bed, staring out the window with your back turned to the door. You close your eyes as the door creaks open and the sound of Liam’s feet fill your ears.
He is silent as he undresses, thinking you’re asleep. He slips under the covers, and even though you expect him to stay on his side of the bed, he brings an arm around your waist and tugs you into his body.
“I’m sorry,” he says softly. You blink your eyes open and turn in his arms to face him. His nose is still a bit red from the cold, and his brown eyes are sad.
“I’m sorry, too,” you whisper back. He gently brings his hand up to your cheek, running his thumb across your skin. The touch is soothing, and you can’t even begin to fathom why you thought these hands would harm you.
“You know I would never hurt you, right?” Liam asks. You nod, reaching up to affectionately nudge your nose against his. You feel him smile against your mouth, and just like that, the fight vanishes from your mind.
Liam presses his lips to against yours, dragging you closer so you can intertwine your legs through his. His kiss his slow as his hand slips under your shirt and rests against your back. He pulls back for a second before placing a soft peck on your mouth.
“I love you,” he says as you flutter your eyes open. You smile, kissing the corner of his mouth. And that’s all that needed to be said to mend your broken heart.