Discussing musical taste with an artist must be the dumbest thing one can do, because the argument can go for hours, especially for someone as opinionated as Liam. But this time you couldn’t deal with how arrogant he was, just making you feel like he’s the only one that knows good music. Like… please!

For the last three hours, you didn’t exchange a word with him. Childish, but effective. When you gave him the silent treatment, it often led to him being sweet and trying to make you smile again. This time, though, he was mirroring your stubbornness. The silence permeated the shared apartment where you guys lived for almost the entire day, and when the sun started to come down, you decided to try and catch his attention again. Rubbing intentionally in the sofa, moving around casually to see if he would react and just pull you into a hug, anything.

After some minutes in this situation, he broke the silence.

“C’mon, if you want my attention, you should just ask. Gonna keep this up for how long, huh?” his tone wasn’t mad anymore, but also had no hints for his actual emotions.